Redemption

by Jessica Ashe

  “I’m not taking off my panties, until you’re ready to fuck me,” I said, in a tone dripping with frustration and anger.

  “If you want me to fuck you, then I suggest you do as I say.”

  I was helpless to resist. I’d never been more turned on. No man had ever ordered me around like this—I wouldn’t let them—but with Oliver it was different. He knew he was pushing my boundaries and he knew what I wanted.

  I entered a cubicle and slipped off my panties. They were damp. No, they were drenched. It was all I could do not to touch myself, but if I did that I might not be able to stop. Better to save that for Oliver anyway.

  I walked back out into the pub with my panties balled up in my fist, and then I thrust my hand into Oliver’s pocket and placed the panties in there.

  “Good girl,” he said softly.

  “I’m not feeling like a good girl right now,” I said. “What next, master?”

  “Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

  “I don’t do that anymore,” I lied. “I have you now.”

  “You’re lying. I know you touch yourself on those nights we spend apart. What are you thinking about?”

  I paused. Whenever I told Oliver my fantasies we always acted them out. I’d been thinking about one thing in particular recently, but wasn’t sure we should do it.

  “The park,” I said softly, staring at Oliver. He looked so calm and collected, while I was stood here with my heart racing a mile a minute, and my wetness dripping down the inside of my leg. “The one by your house. I keep thinking of how we go for walks there at night.”

  “And?”

  “And maybe one day we take a little detour. Go somewhere dark.”

  “And then?”

  “Then you pounce on me. Something overcomes you and you’re on me in flash. Your hands are all over my breasts, then they move down and you slip a few fingers inside me. I’m gushing and you’re hard, pressing your shaft against my ass.” I closed my eyes and leaned forward to whisper in Oliver’s ear, even though there’s far too much noise for anyone to hear us. “Then I hitch up my skirt and you enter me. I’m helpless to resist while you have your way with me. I feel like such a naughty girl.”

  I opened my eyes to see Oliver finishing his pint. “Let’s leave,” he said suddenly.

  About fucking time, I thought. “I want to finish my drink,” I said with a cheeky grin.

  Oliver took the cocktail out of my hand and drank it all in one go. “You’ve finished. Let’s get out of here. I want to go for a walk in the park.”

  “You had me a little worried there,” I said, as Oliver practically dragged me down the street on our way to the park. I could barely keep up in my heels; he was going to have to carry me if he wanted me to move much faster. “I thought you were going to keep teasing me until I exploded.”

  “That was the idea,” Oliver replied. “But I’m no good at being patient where you’re concerned. This way,” he said, taking me through a gap in the trees that led into the park.

  There were people walking around the streets on their way to bars, but the park was quiet. We walked deeper into a wooded area until we had a degree of privacy. I’d never been one for getting even remotely intimate in public, but when you meet the right guy, your likes and dislikes can change in an instant.

  We’d picked a warm evening, although being pantiless meant I could feel every slight breeze that blew through the trees. I didn’t care. Right now, I wouldn’t stop even if a thunderstorm erupted overhead.

  “This place is good,” Oliver said, as we came to a stop. “No one ever comes here.”

  I threw myself at him, kissing him hard on the lips, while taking his hand and thrusting it between my legs for him to feel my excitement.

  “You keep this side of you very well hidden,” Oliver said, while his fingers lightly explored my pussy lips. “I never would have thought you were so experimental.”

  “Only with you,” I murmured, as I ran my fingers through his hair and savored his touch between my legs.

  “Get on your knees,” Oliver whispered into my ear, before pushing me down to the ground. “Show me how much you want my cock.”

  I dropped to the floor and unzipped Oliver’s pants, quickly pulling his member free and licking the salty goodness that had formed on his tip. Oliver had teased me enough tonight, so I took my time exploring his shaft with my tongue, running it slowly from the base to the tip until it was wet all over.

  I’d never been one for sucking cock, so when I’d first tried it with Oliver I had been far too timid and shy about the entire thing. I’d handled his cock delicately and only sucked the tip. He’d soon taught me what to do. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was an expert now, but I knew what he liked.

  Oliver liked eagerness. He didn’t want me to hold back. I had to suck his cock with the same aggression that I had when I sat on it. I was only too happy to oblige.

  I wrapped my lips around his head, savoring the taste, the smell, the throbbing sensation that told me he was eager to explode inside me. I looked up at him and saw him staring down at me, admiring me while I sucked on his manhood.

  I relaxed my throat and took as much of him in as I could manage, before sucking hard as I came back up for air. The noise of me sucking with my lips clamped around his meat echoed around the park, but that only encouraged me to suck harder.

  Oliver’s hands grasped the back of my head and his fingers intertwined through my hair, as he moved my head back and forth, taking control of the pace and leaving me responsible for just sucking as hard as I could.

  “That’s one hell of a mouth you have,” Oliver moaned. “I could fuck that sweet little mouth of yours all night.”

  I was in no position to respond, so I just kept sucking until Oliver loosened his grip on my head. He desperately wanted to keep thrusting his cock into my mouth, but I knew he was close to coming and I wanted to stretch this moment out as long as possible.

  I used a hand to stoke the base of his shaft which was now wet with my saliva, long strands of it stretching from my lips to his cock. After all Oliver’s teasing, I desperately needed his cock inside me, but I also couldn’t stop sucking him. I had to know what he tasted like when he exploded inside me.

  I grabbed hold of his thighs, and went back to taking his cock deep inside my mouth, making sure my tongue caressed the tip each time I came back up.

  “Fuck, Michelle, I’m going to come,” Oliver warned, as he tried to pull himself away from me.

  I held on tighter to his legs and plunged back down on his cock until it was completely buried inside my mouth. Once Oliver realized he’d reached the point of no return, his hands grabbed hold of my hair again and held my mouth in place as he shot his hot seed inside me.

  I’d never had a man come inside my mouth before, but I swallowed the load on instinct, and then felt two more spurts inside my mouth. This time I didn’t swallow immediately, allowing myself to savor the taste while Oliver’s cock pulsed and then softened in my mouth. Once he’d pulled out, I looked up at him with a mouth full of his liquid, before swallowing the lot back and then smiling.

  “So much for fucking you in the park,” Oliver said, between heavy breaths. “Not that I’m complaining, but I hadn’t been expecting it to go down like that.”

  “That’s not how I’d imagined it either,” I admitted. “But wow. We are definitely doing that again.” I took hold of his hand and headed back in the direction of the house.

  “Where are you going?” Oliver asked. “We haven’t finished yet.” Oliver went to lay down on the floor and pulled me down with him. “Sit on my face.”

  He wasn’t about to get any argument from me. I knelt over his face, close enough to feel his breath on my pussy, and whimpered loudly as his tongue reached out and licked me from my opening all the way up to my clit.

  Oliver groaned in appreciation of my taste, and he kept licking me, each time lasting slightly longer. Oliver had gone down on m
e countless times before, but it felt different when I was lying on my back. This time I felt more exposed.

  “God you taste so fucking good,” Oliver growled.

  “You weren’t too bad yourself,” I respond, looking down at his face. Even in the dark I could see it was covered with my juices.

  The more I tried to groan quietly, the louder and fiercer the noises came out. Oliver insisted we had privacy, but I felt sure the entire park would hear me coming on his face. The fear of being caught didn’t act as a turn off—quite the opposite.

  I grabbed Oliver’s hair and started taking control in the same way he had when he fucked my mouth. Now I was riding his tongue, and just like Oliver, I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

  Everything seemed to be playing out in the same way as before. I let go of Oliver’s face to drag the bliss out for as long as possible. I opened my blouse completely, and pulled my bra down to free my breasts. Oliver couldn’t see, but I played with my nipples, as much for my own pleasure as his.

  I pinched and tweaked them, while his tongue devoured me, moving from being inside me to licking my pussy lips, to flicking against my clit, before going back inside me my sex.

  I had nothing to hold onto as I came hard against his mouth, so I just squeezed my breasts firmly, pinching the nipples as the orgasm shook through my body in waves.

  I was still shaking on top of him, when Oliver pushed me off his mouth and told me to get on all fours. I didn’t think he could possibly be ready to fuck me, but sure enough, when I looked between his legs, his member was already stiffening, still wet with my saliva.

  Oliver slipped on a condom and mounted me from behind. I dug my fingers into the ground, while he pounded me as if he hadn’t just come ten minutes ago.

  “God, your pussy is so tight,” he moaned. “I can’t get enough of being inside you.”

  I was still tingling from my last orgasm and a new one quickly started building as my pussy gripped his cock, not wanting to let it go.

  “You’re coming again,” Oliver growled. “I can feel it. I love how tight you get when you come.”

  This time there was no need to delay my pleasure. I closed my eyes and let out a loud roar as I came hard on his cock. Oliver’s orgasm must have followed shortly after, but I didn’t even notice, my pussy was throbbing with pleasure, as I used my remaining strength to keep myself from falling face first on the grass.

  Fucking Oliver in the park hadn’t been exactly as I’d imagined it; it had been better. Much fucking better.

  After all that, we ended up having to go back to the hotel anyway because Michelle was covered in grass stains and needed to wash up before going back to the house. Maisie might only be fourteen, but she would know instantly what grass stains on Michelle’s knees signified.

  Things hadn’t gone to plan tonight with Michelle, but she had an amazing way of taking the best laid plans and making them even better. I’d planned to go back to the hotel with Michelle for some slightly ‘adventurous’ sex, but her fantasies had been even kinkier than I’d anticipated.

  I was supposed to have been her dominating master all night, but once she’d started talking about me taking her roughly in the park, my efforts at teasing her were all shot to pieces.

  There still seemed to be a slight disconnect between the personality she showed to the world and the way she was with me, but I knew she’d been thinking about me for eight years—the same way I’d been thinking about her—and that was more than enough time to develop a less than conventional sexual appetite.

  When Michelle walked out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her, it was all I could do not to rip it off her and take her again on the bed.

  “Don’t give me that look,” she said, as she dried her hair with a towel.

  “What look?”

  “You know what look. We have to get back to the house. We don’t have time for anything else. Actually, can you give Shaun a call and let him know we’re on our way back. I don’t want to walk in on anything.”

  “Good idea,” I said, and fished my hand in my pocket looking for my phone. “Shit.”

  “What is it?”

  “That little session in the park could end up costing me a few hundred quid.”

  “I wasn’t planning on charging you for it,” Michelle said. “And if I did, I’d like to think I could charge more than a couple of hundred pounds.”

  “I lost my phone,” I explained. “I guess it must have fallen out of my pocket when we were... occupied.”

  “Ah. Well, don’t you have that thing to locate your phone?”

  “Only via my tablet, which is back home. Unless I can download the app and log into my account on your phone?”

  “Sure,” Michelle said, throwing me her phone. “I doubt anyone has found it given that we were somewhere so well hidden.”

  It took a frustratingly long time to download the app and log into my account. I had to download my password manager and then find my two-step authentication codes before I could get in. It would have been quicker to have just taken a car back to the park, but I wanted to make sure it was there first.

  “That’s weird,” I said, looking at the blue dot on the map. “I guess someone did find it.”

  “We’re not going to go chasing some thieves around London now, are we?” I can barely move in these heels, and I can’t change into flats without Maisie knowing we came back to the hotel.

  “We don’t need to,” I said. “The phone is at the police station, so I guess they handed it in.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, that’s a stroke of luck. Come on, let’s get out of here, before the urge to take you again becomes impossible to resist.”

  -*-

  “I never expected this summer to include so many trips to a police station,” Michelle said, as we walked up the stone steps to the old building that looked like it could be a museum and not a place where drunks were locked up on Friday and Saturday nights.

  “I’ve spent more time here than I would like over the last eight years,” I admitted.

  “Let me guess—Winston?”

  “Yep. He kept insisting on asking me questions. I went along with it at first, even though I was under no legal obligation to do so, but Hodgson warned me about him so I got my solicitor involved.”

  “Why does he hate you so much?”

  “I was close to Shaun’s father, Gary, and he did some things that were outside the law. I guess Winston thinks I’m guilty by association.” Probably because I am.

  Lying to Michelle made me feel like shit, but what was the alternative? If she ever found out what I did eight years ago, she’d never forgive me and neither would Maisie. I wanted more than anything to be honest with them, but not at the cost of losing Michelle. That was a price I was not willing to pay.

  “How can I help you, sir?” the desk sergeant asked.

  “I lost my phone and I believe it’s been handed in here.”

  I gave him a description of the phone and the desk sergeant went off to the lost and found.

  “Are you here to drop off my tickets?” Hodgson yelled from down the hall, having apparently seen us arrive.

  “At this rate, if anyone gave me tickets I’d probably lose them.” I told Hodgson about losing my phone for the second time in the space of a few weeks. The desk sergeant came back with the phone and Hodgson helped speed up the process, and saved me filing out a bunch of paperwork.

  “This was found at the pub,” Hodgson said. “I hope you weren’t drinking. The World Cup is only a month away; the country needs you in your best possible shape.”

  “I’m keeping fit,” I said, with a sly look over to Michelle.

  “What’s this bloody thing on your head?” Hodgson asked, seeing the baseball cap I had put back on after our little tryst in the park. “You’re not a Chargers fan are you?”

  “No, don’t even know what sport they play. It’s just to keep me in disguise.”

  “
Ah, well I’m not sure it works. I spotted you easily enough on my way to the bathroom. Speaking of which, I had better be going.”

  We left the police station quickly before we had the misfortune of bumping into Winston. That man always put me in a bad mood, and the last thing I wanted right now were my memories of an almost perfect evening being ruined by him.

  The text message I received from my friend Jaxon on my way home made the night even better. Soon I was going to be busy with the World Cup, but there was time for one more fun day with Michelle, Maisie, and Shaun, before I had to start intensive training.

  I replied to Jaxon, and took him up on his offer. Michelle and Maisie had seen me perform well on the rugby pitch, but next weekend I would be making a complete fool of myself instead. Oh well, anything for charity.

  “Soccer?” Maisie asked. “We’re going to a soccer game?”

  “Yes,” I replied. “But you should probably get used to calling it football. If there’s one thing the natives hate it’s the word soccer. I’m not even that into the sport, but hearing the word makes my skin crawl.”

  “Why are we going to a soccer game?” Michelle asked with a cheeky grin. The grin I couldn’t resist.

  “Football isn’t even on at the moment,” Shaun said. “The season finished months ago.”

  “It’s a charity game. And I’m playing in it.”

  “You’re playing football?” Shaun’s laugh said everything there was to know about my ability at kicking round balls.

  “Yes. I have a friend who’s a former footballer and now he works behind the scenes at Liverpool United. He was impressed by my efforts to increase the profile of women’s rugby and asked if we could get together and discuss opportunities.”

  “So how will this work?” Michelle asked. “You’re going to play in an exhibition match?”

  “We’re organising a friendly, which I guess is the same thing, and it’s going to be a mixture of rugby players and football players. When I met Jaxon, I teased him a bit about footballers being a bunch of pansies—”