She suddenly thought of Riverdale Park, a large expanse of lawns and trees where many people gathered on warm summer days. Parking the car on a street that bordered the park, she got out and walked toward one of the many paths that wound through the cool shade trees. Passing several benches, she carefully looked the men over, hoping to find one that appealed to her. When she'd wandered for almost a half hour without finding an attractive prospect, she walked around a curve in the path where she spied an exceptionally good-looking man sitting alone on a park bench. He was a man in his early forties, well-dressed and reading a book.
Smiling at him as he glanced up, Karen sat down on a bench directly across from him. Taking a letter from her purse and pretending to read it, she subtly lifted her short dress and slowly crossed her legs to give him a good view of her steamy young pussy. Glancing quickly at him, she was pleased to see his excited eyes staring up between her legs. She'd never done this before, but it strangely excited the girl to know she was deliberately exposing her pussy to a stranger. She could tell from the expression on his face that he too was aroused by the sight of her gold-fringed twat so blatantly exposed between her bare shapely thighs.
Still pretending to be reading her letter, Karen slowly re-crossed her legs again, giving him an even better view of her horny cunt. Quickly glancing up, she could see that the handsome man was almost drooling as he nervously stared up between her legs.
"Isn't it hot today?" she smiled over at him as she folded the letter and replaced it in her bag.
"It certainly is," he stammered, a bit embarrassed that the girl had caught him staring at her.
"It's almost too hot to wear clothes," she smiled innocently. "I'd like to find a nice cool spot where I could lay out completely naked."
"That would be nice," he murmured, not knowing what else to say.
"Would you like to be naked?" she asked, wanting to turn him on further.
"I hadn't thought about it," he replied in a nervous voice, unable to understand this strange, yet beautiful young lady.
"On hot days like this, I don't even wear panties," she whispered, as if she were sharing a very personal secret with him.
"You don't?" he muttered, acting as if he weren't already aware of her lack of underwear.
"You know I don't," she giggled. "I saw you peeking at my pussy."
He was too embarrassed to answer.
"Don't blush," Karen smiled. "I don't mind if men look at my snatch. It sorta turned me on and makes me all hot and horny."
Sitting in stone silence, the man could hear the blood pounding in his ears as this beautiful young woman sat there casually discussing her cunt with him.
"Doesn't it turn you on to look at a girl's twat?" she smiled.
"What?" he stammered, shocked.
"Did you get a hard-on when you saw my pussy?" she giggled in a naughty voice, trying to excite the man to action.
"Of course not," he stammered.
"I don't believe it," she laughed, standing up. "Let me feel it."
Before she had time to cross the path to him, they were interrupted by a woman who walked around the corner pushing a stroller with a small child in it.
"Hi, honey," the woman smiled. "I'm sorry I was so long, but the doctor's office was filled with screaming kids."
"That's all right," the man answered, rising to his feet. "How's the baby?"
"Just perfect," she beamed as her husband took her arm and guided her down the path.
"Oh, shit!" snapped Karen, jumping to her feet and walking slowly down toward the lake. She was completely frustrated by the turn of events. The air was cooler by the water and she watched the swans as she slowly walked along the edge of the lake. Nearing the boathouse, she suddenly came across a man who was kneeling down and caulking the seams of an overturned rowboat. She was almost on top of him when he glanced up and saw her. She was at first startled at the wild expression in his eyes, but quickly realized that with the sun behind her, her naked body was vividly silhouetted through the thin material of her dress.
"I'm sorry I startled you," she apologized to the man who was kneeling in front of her.
"That's okay," he grinned. "I didn't hear you coming."
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Fixing a leak in this damn boat," he answered, glancing nervously at the silhouette of her naked body.
When he stood up, with his muscular arms folded across his massive bare chest, Karen was shocked at his size. He was a man in his early forties with his head shaven clean and dark piercing eyes that blazed out from his deeply tanned face.
"I've never seen you around the boat house before," he said, staring boldly down at Karen as he towered above her.
"I've never been here before," she smiled, completely captivated by the man's virile appearance.
"Not many people use these rowboats any more," he sighed, resting his big hands on his hips. "People are too lazy to use oars these days."
Glancing down at his crotch, Karen almost shit her pants with excitement when she saw the huge bulge in the front of his tight jeans.
"Do you work on the boats every day?" she asked, trying desperately to keep the conversation going.
"Yep," he answered. "I live in a room behind the boat house."
"Alone?"
"Sometimes," he answered with a suggestive smile. "And sometimes I share my bed with women who enjoy a real man."
"That's nice," she stammered.
"You bet it's nice," he pinned. "There's nothing like it."
Hot juices were bubbling out of her cunt at the thought of being fucked by this magnificent creature. She'd been looking for a man to screw her, but she'd never expected to find such a stud.
"Don't you enjoy balling?" he asked, encouraged by the way she kept glancing excitedly at his crotch.
"Sometimes," she smiled, her body shaking with desire. "What's your name?"
"Rico," he answered.
"Hi Rico," she laughed. "I'm Karen."
"That's a pretty name."
"Rico," she whispered in a soft sensual voice, "would you like to show me your room?"
"Why?" he teased.
"Because I want you to fuck me."
Taking her hand in his, he slowly led Karen toward the old rustic boat house on the edge of the lake. Karen was surprised at the neatness of his small room. There was a sink and hot plate, as well as some prints on the walls. A neatly made bed and a single armchair completed the furnishings.
"Well, this is pleasant," she smiled.
"Thank you," he smiled, gently drawing her into his strong arms.
With her face pressed against his massive chest, she could feel his big hands slowly wandering down her back toward her quivering ass. Lifting the short hem of her dress, he cupped his hands around the bare flesh of her soft buttocks, pulling her body up tightly against his hard, swollen crotch. His fingers digging into the soft fleshy crack between her squirming ass-cheeks, he ground her wet hairy pussy against the big hard bulge in his pants.
He could feel the hotness of her cunt burning through his denims as she excitedly rotated her wet slit against his hard bulge.
"Oh, Rico," she whispered. "That feels like the biggest fuckin' cock in the world."
"It serves me very well," the man smiled, and removed her short dress. His dark eyes were flaming with lust as he studied every smooth curve of her deliciously naked body.
"Do you approve?" she finally whispered as he continued staring at her with wild hungry eyes.
"Shit yes," he mumbled, gently lifting her firm young tits in the palms of his hands. "I can't believe it."