A chance encounter_(1)

It had been an absolutely crap day at work, but I was finally off with a long weekend on the horizon. Rather than go straight home, I decided I’d head over to a local park to enjoy a cold beer and the cool night air.

I pulled in and, as expected, there was nobody around. I drove to the back of the park to one of two covered shelters, each with a long, concrete picnic table down the center. In addition to being a nice, quiet place to chill for a while, this park — and this shelter in particular — was a well-known cruising area. Guys, girls and couples would come from several surrounding communities to play or hook up.

I’d been sitting on top of the picnic table and was starting on my second brew when I heard a commotion coming up the long asphalt drive. I looked out and, in the half-light from the streetlight down the road, saw a petite form stomping up the tarmac. I could half hear the person mumbling in what sounded like a female voice.

“Bastard!” I heard clearly, followed by other, similar expletives. Definitely a female voice, I thought. Sounded young, too.

Apparently the girl — for that’s who it was — obviously didn’t see my dark colored truck parked under an adjacent tree. She stomped right into the shelter and looked to be about to kick the table when she saw me sitting there.

“Shit!” she exclaimed. “Where the hell did you come from?”

“I’ve been here all along,” I replied, calmly. “You just didn’t see me.”

“That beer?” the girl asked, relaxing some and pointing to the bag sitting on the table.

“Yeah,” I said, reaching inside and pulling out a can. “Want one?”

“I’m not supposed to drink,” she said. “I’m too young. Of course I want one.”

I looked at the girl again. My initial estimation of her age was way off. Petite didn’t even begin to describe this girl. She was tiny.

A blond, she was wearing a pair of flip-flops with no socks, her thin, coltish legs leading upwards to a very small, tight pair of denim shorts that hugged her slender thighs leaving a delicious-looking gap of about 1-inch in the crotch. On top, she wore a tight, white ribbed tank top that was at least one size too small for her, accenting the begging swell of conical, developing breasts.

“So, what brings you out here so late at night?” I asked. “I’m George, by the way. What’s your name?”

“I’m Amanda,” she said between sips of beer. “I had to get out of the house. My boyfriend cheated on me tonight. And I was going to give him my cherry, too! The bastard!”

Hmm, I thought.

“That sucks,” I said. “How’d you find out?”

The story began to unfold. Turns out her boyfriend, all of 17-years-old, told her he’d pick her up after he got off work and they’d go somewhere to “hang out.” Instead, about 30 minutes after the appointed time, Amanda received several text messages, which included several photos and even a video of another girl, first sucking his cock then getting fucked.

“See!” she said. Amanda pulled out her phone and sat up close to me on the table, flipping through the images. “Watch this.”

She pushed a few more buttons and, sure enough, there was another, young-looking blond, happily spread out on a table somewhere, getting pounded. She kept moaning, “Fuck me with your big cock! You like my virgin pussy? Yeah, fuck me.”

I stifled a laugh as I looked at the video. Arousing as it was watching some teenage boyo fucking away, the blood on his cock testifying to the fact he’d just deflowered this young bimbo, his cock was nothing to write home about. It looked to be maybe 5-inches tops with a decent girth, but it must have been satisfying to a young virgin.

The video went on for about a minute, with this girl getting banged for all she was worth. Her tiny tits, not much bigger than Amanda’s, were bouncing around like crazy on her chest with each thrust.

About halfway through the video, the boy pulled out of her pussy, flipped her over and drove back inside. The girl’s ass, though slender, was perfectly rounded and firm as only a young girl’s ass can be. He only managed about 10 strokes in this position. The show ended with him pulling out and shooting a decent sized load up her back and on her little bubble butt.

My cock, by this time, was hard as a rock. I tried to adjust myself for more comfort without being noticed, but I wasn’t successful.

“That little bitch is turning you on, isn’t she?” Amanda accused.

“Not her so much as what’s going on,” I said. “Admit it. If it wasn’t your boyfriend cheating on you, wouldn’t watching some girl get rogered turn you on, too?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said. “Watching people fuck is kinda a turn on. I’ve watched people fuck here before, you know.”

“Really?” I said, placing my hand on her knee in a conspiratorial manner. “Tell me about it.”

Her leg trembled slightly at the touch of my hand, but she didn’t pull away. Amanda lived in one of the trailers adjacent to park. One night about a year ago, she’d heard noises in the woods outside her open window. When she looked, she couldn’t see anything, so decided to investigate.

Wearing just her nightclothes — a tank top and panties, she said — and flip-flops, she sneaked out of the trailer and into the woods.