The weeks kept rolling, and the benefits between Jenny and Charles got bolder. The safe, easy hookups weren’t enough anymore. They both craved something with more edge, more thrill that made their hearts race along with their bodies.
One Thursday evening, Charles texted Jenny: “Meet me at the park behind my building after dark. Wear a skirt. No panties.”
Jenny’s p***y tingled the moment she read it. She changed into a short black skirt and a loose top, then drove over as the sun went down. The park was quiet, just a few streetlights and the distant sound of traffic. She found Charles waiting on a bench hidden behind thick trees and bushes.
The second she reached him, he pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. They kissed hard, tongues fighting, hands grabbing. Charles slid his han
