We met under a bridge in Central Park.
It was supposed to be quick and dirty, and that’s just what it was. I fucked her against the wall, her skirt around her waist as the tourists trampled overhead, ignoring the couple on a first date right below them.
When we finished, we walked out separate sides, took our time leaving the park, and didn’t say another word until we met at the bar above the tiny museum at Columbus Circle.
“It’s nice to see you again,” I said, kissing her cheek as we blushed at one another. I pulled out a chair, and she sat down, awkwardly flattening her skirt in the process. When she ordered a negroni, I did the same, and soon we sat close to one another, looking out the window at the falling snow.
“I didn’t think you’d have the nerve,” she said as she toasted me. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you did, but it was still a surprise. I think there’s some cum on my thigh. You weren’t messing around.”
“I can smell you on my fingers.”
She took my hand in hers and raised it to her face. When she sucked one finger between her chapped lips, I remembered her ass as she bent over, letting me fuck her without so much as a hello.
“That’s me, alright,” she said, leaning back and parting her legs ever so slightly. She guided my hand beneath her dress and up one leg until I found it. It was a simple gesture to slide a finger along her inner thigh before bringing it to my lips.
“That’s me too,” I said, leaning back and taking a sip of my drink.
“Now that we got that out of the way, are we going to talk about the other thing?”
I turned and stared out the window.
Some part of me had been hoping it wasn’t true, but her expression removed all doubt in my mind. I ordered another round as we leaned in close to one another. I could smell her perfume, and her lips were far too enticing.
We had already fucked, so what did it matter?
“Is it important?” I asked.
“I don’t know, is it?”
I rested my head in my hands as I looked at the falling snow, and I tried not to think too hard. She put a hand on my knee, and I felt my cock twitch back to life. When she kissed my neck, I took her hand in mine and smiled.
“I assume we won’t tell him?”
“I don’t usually tell my dad when I fuck strangers in Central Park.”
I nodded as I tried not to picture his face. When our drinks arrived, the warmth finally began to penetrate me, and some secret part of my elusive body let go.
I touched her cheek and her chin. She smiled and closed her eyes as she licked her lips ever so subtly.
When I kissed her mouth, all that mattered was the snow was still falling.