In the small crowd that gathered for Belgian beers on 7th street we were the only two who had never fucked in Central Park. Everyone else looked at us like we were crazy and when they asked us what part of the park we would choose we answered at the same time.
We looked at each other and only seconds passed before she suggested we go.
“Are you serious?” I asked as I moved closer to her.
Two minutes later we were out the door and she was calling a cab. As we sat next to each other in the backseat I wasn’t sure what to say. I asked her again if she was serious and in response she reached into her purse and pulled out condom. She handed it to me and told me to hold onto it as she reached up under her skirt and pulled her underwear down over her thighs and into her hand. She stuffed them into her purse and asked me if I wanted to back out. I kissed her hard and held her by the hand.
Minutes later the cab dropped us off on 5th Avenue and we were running hand and hand into the park. The statue was empty at 2am and she pulled me towards her as she lay back against a cold metal mushroom. Our kiss was hard and gentle at the same time, and my hands slid up here thighs over soft skin.
She turned and pushed me back against the metal as she knelt and opened my fly. Moment later I was growing hard in her mouth, and I could swear that I saw stars in the city sky above. She licked me and sucked me and before I knew what was happening she had pulled the condom from my pocket and covered my cock in slick latex.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her again; this time I kissed her slowly and I savored her lips and tongue like a strong beer. I lay her down gently on the hard surface of the mushroom and lifter her skirt up around her waist. She pulled me towards her and guided me into her with one skillful hand.
Our kisses stayed gentle as we moved against each other and I found her neck soft and inviting. Her legs wrapped around me, and I could feel her tight against me through the thin barrier. Every sensation felt amazing as her body consumed me and her kisses tasted more and more of love each time.
As we lay there afterwards looking up at the sky she held my hand gently and thanked me. I thanked her as well as I kissed her fingers and called her Alice. The park never felt so comforting.