She walked along the dimly lit path, doing her best to remain inconspicuous as she listened for sounds that might alert her of any lurking danger. It was a park she was familiar with during daylight hours, but at night it was a different place, it was large and ominous, the slides and swings lay still and imposing and it seemed to take longer than normal to get to where she was going.

She was aware of how loud her heels sounded on the bricks, but didn’t want to leave the comfort of the lit path, and so kept walking towards her goal. She thought she must have been getting close and allowed herself to start feel comfortable, but at that moment was startled by the sound of a lizard scuttling through dried leaves, that stopped her dead. Here eyes strained into the darkness and her ears searched for any sounds, all she was aware of was her rapidly beating heart and heavy breathing. She took a moment to compose herself and hesitantly set out again, with only the eerie call of a distant bird to accompany her on the rest of her journey.

Her pace quickened slightly as she got closer to the gazebo where they had arranged to meet, as soon as she arrived she stepped off the path and silently disappeared into the darkness. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the moonlight, and when they did she was relieved to see that she was alone. She had deliberately arrived a little early so that she could survey the area, and in the moonlight she could make out the familiar shapes around her, and took comfort that everything was where it should be, everything apart from her, she thought to herself.

The Gazebo was at the end of a long path stretching into a riverside park, it a picnic table in the middle and a barbeque off to the side, and she had many happy memories of times she had spent with family and friends there. The park was fairly remote, with the river on one side and a golf course on the other, so there was little chance of anyone else arriving, especially at this time of the night. Now that she had stopped and recovered from the walk, she was aware of the cool evening breeze drifting off the water, sucking the warmth from her exposed legs, face and chest, and she was thankful that she had decided to wear a warm blouse before venturing out.

It was a long sleeve knit fabric that stretched over her breasts and hugged her body, exaggerating the fullness of her chest, she had always loved the way it made her look, and the soft pink matched her complexion perfectly. Even though it had a flattering sweetheart neckline, which exposed much of her breasts to the cool night air, it was still more discreet than she had intended to wear at first, but feeling the chilly breeze gently biting at her, she was glad that she had it on. She also wore a full short black skirt, heavily pleated in velvet, that, with her heals, helped complete the baby doll look she was trying to achieve.

The blouse and skirt and shoes were all she wore, and given how short the skirt was, it was also surprisingly warm. She couldn’t help thinking how cosy she felt between her legs, and how much of a warm welcome she would be for her sailor. The night was quiet and peaceful, and as she stood there alone in the silence, she quickly became comfortable with the isolation and felt a certain intimacy with the darkness, taking time to reflect on the events that had bought her here this night.

She had been on an internet dating site for some time, but until now, had never actually got up the nerve to follow through with actually meeting a man for an intimate liaison. He had only logged onto her chat room because he was a sailor passing through town, and was keen to meet a lady for a night of, what he described as ‘the passion before the storm’. The night they met she had been out to have a few drinks with friends, and only logged on when she arrived home to check for messages and say a quick hello to everyone, and there he was, someone new and immediately interesting.

She wasn’t sure exactly what attracted her to him, but he drew her in, maybe it was the wine, or the comfort of knowing that he was passing through and there wouldn’t be any complications, maybe it was his lonely plea from the ocean that felt strangely familiar to her. Whatever it was, before she was really aware of what she was doing, she had agreed to meet him, and here she was, she had actually gone through with arriving at the meeting place, and that it itself she felt was an accomplishment.

The breeze again drained the heat from her flesh, sending a ripple of goose bumps over her legs, tickling her expectant womanhood, and over her breasts to her nipples, which pushed against the fabric of her blouse. Waiting there with the expectation of what was to come, she couldn’t control the mix of emotions that kept invading her solitude. One moment she felt sexy, then vulnerable and unsure, but determined, then naughty, apprehensive, expectant. It was wonderful how they affected her to heighten her awareness and arousal, and she started to enjoy the sensation they delivered, letting them cloud her mind and tantalise her body. But she was suddenly brought back to reality when she heard the distant sound of splashing in the water.

She listened for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat, the sound was too regular to be natural, and she quickly identified it as the oars of a row-boat as she just made it out in the distance. Was this her man, was this really the sailor who was about to ravish her, was it really going to happen, was she actually going to do this? The apprehension of the moment threatened to confuse her into fleeing, and she asked herself what she was doing there, but somehow she remained steadfast as she struggled to make sense of what she was feeling.

Why she felt so much apprehension she didn’t know. She had been with men before, she knew how to pleasure a man and enjoyed them pleasuring her, and she was confident that this sailor would be able to satisfy her sexual need at that moment, she wanted him. But for some reason she was incredibly nervous, she could only put it down to this being the first time she had arranged a meeting through the internet, and the warnings that seemed to be constantly issued about what she was doing.

She was breaking some of the most basic rules about internet dating, meeting a total stranger for the first time, in an isolated place, and there was an expectation that she would consent to sex. For the first time the thought crossed her mind that he might even take her turning up to meet him as consent in itself, and regardless of what she wanted, he would ravish her. She couldn’t believe the position she had put herself in, up to now it had all been a bit of fun, she had always considered that it might not actually happen, but here she was, and he was coming.

She felt her apprehension start to turn to panic, but managed to control it by convincing herself that she had always been a good judge of character, and that the man she met on the internet was sincere in his intentions. Sincere yes, she chastised herself, he wants to fuck me she thought, but remembered that’s what she wanted too. She had been looking forward to being ravished by her sailor and then send him back to sea with happy memories of her, this was a one night fling, and she was determined to enjoy it, but from now on she promised herself that she would be more sensible and careful.

She continued to watch as the boat came closer, and she could see the silhouette of the sailor guiding his vessel towards her, his body moving back and forth as his arms stroked the oars with powerful ease. She watched spellbound, almost forgetting about her own uncertainty, at the care and tenderness that he managed his lady with. All of a sudden the boat ran onto the bank of the river and with a single bound the rower alighted the vessel and tethered it to a nearby tree. She had been watching it so intensely that in the darkness she hadn’t noticed how close it was and wasn’t quite prepared for him to arrive so soon.

My god, she thought, he’s here, he’s actually here, I’m actually doing this, and a surge of excitement rushed through her, sweeping away any anxieties, flushing her cheeks and reigniting her arousal. He stood up, looked directly at her and called out, ‘good evening, it’s nice to see you here’. It was just like being online, something about him sucked her in, and in a final act of defiance she raised an arm and waved to him, beckoning him to join her.

It was all the invitation he needed and he quickly made his way up the slope to her, sweeping her off her feet in his strong arms as he gently kissed her cheek. His reassuring embrace only solidified her determination, and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to her, enjoying the salty roughness that made him her sailor. They held their embrace and she snuggled her face into his neck, still able to make out the feint smell of sun cream on his skin, which carried her away to an exotic island location where she could easily succumb to his undeniable masculine magnetism.

Resting her head on her arm, she gently kissed his neck, while stroking her fingers through the waves of his hair, and he slowly moved his large hands down her body, following her contours and always holding her close. When he reached her buttocks she couldn’t help pausing for a moment and let out tiny moans as his hands squeezed her cheeks, pulling her towards him so that she could feel the hardness of his manhood against her, instinctively she pushed against him, feeling their bodies merging as they held eachother.

After a brief moment he released his grip and continued reaching down, until she could feel his fingertips tickling the flesh on the back of her thighs, sending small shivers of delight rippling through her. He moved his hands back up, under her skirt, incredibly gently touching her flesh and sending wave after wave of sensitive goose bumps over her body and as he approached her rear once more, and she started involuntarily twitching to his touch.

It was all she could do to hold onto him as her body responded, she knew that she was becoming too aroused to be able to maintain control, and the expectation alone was enough to peak her awareness and rapidly build her arousal. But she still wasn’t prepared for the first gentle brush of his hand on her naked rear. She gasped as every muscle in her body spasmed and her flesh was electrified, every touched was now like a bolt of lightening shooting through her, she couldn’t help it, her body was so sensitive and aroused that she had lost control and it was responding for her.

He continued tickling her with one hand as he lifted her skirt to her waist with the other, completely exposing the nakedness of her rear to the darkness. She had deliberately worn the skirt so that it could easily be lifted to make her vulnerable, and now that it had happened she was able to feel the cold night air against her flesh and enjoyed the exposure.

The hand tickling her butt stopped and she couldn’t feel anything for a moment, until his arm jerk down and there was an audible crack, and the sting of his hand slapping her rump forced a cry of surprised shock from her. He seemed satisfied with his surprise and she was aware of his other hand raising and the familiar jerking before her second cheek was also subjected to the same treatment, forcing another satisfying whimper from her lips. Both hands tightly gripped her flesh, if she wasn’t aroused it would have been uncomfortably painful, but now it just built her arousal further, he pulled her against him again, making it obvious that he was also highly charged and ready for her.

With a parting kiss, she loosened her arms from around his neck and started to slide down his body, letting her hands trail over his shoulders, chest and torso as she lowered herself to kneel before him. He immediately loosened the string of his pants and pushed them down, with her assistance they fell to the ground at his feet, and she looked up to see his manhood in all it’s grandeur. There was no stopping her now, this is what she had come for, this is what she ultimately wanted, she knew how to pleasure a man and she was going to make sure they both enjoy it.

Her nails gently stroked the inside of his thighs, and he twitched in response as she neared his groin, but she teased him, hovering close to his pleasure but not actually touching. His legs spread to give her more room and she immediately brushed her hand over the pubic hair of his sack, delighting in the moans and twitches that resulted.

His cock was already standing proud and in the moonlight a drip of precum glistened as it seeped from his end, she couldn’t resist, and rubbed her finger in it, coating it in his slippery fluid, before reaching up between his legs and sliding her finger up his butt crack. He was already moaning constantly with her attention, but when her finger reached his rim he grasped her head with his hands and pulled her face to him and ground her into his groin.

It was quite uncomfortable, and she endured it for a few seconds, but pushed back, taking hold of his shaft with her free hand, she pulled his cock down to her mouth and wrapped her lips around him. She loved the sensation of the smooth flesh of an engorged head in her mouth, and gripping his shaft tightly she started pumping him, moving her head in motion with her hand, milking more precum into her hungry oral cavity and coating her lips with his juice. His grip on her head intensified again, and she knew that he wanted more, positioning herself slightly higher she yielded to his pressure, releasing her hand she took him all the way, burying her nose in the base of his cock as he thrust himself into her face.

His cock was fairly average, so she didn’t have any trouble swallowing him and did several full strokes, giving him deep oral satisfaction and lapping up the precum that was now flowing freely from him. She knew that he was about to blow and was looking forward to the surge of strong hot fluid flooding her mouth, and then looking up at him as she swallowed his entire load, before returning to his cock for more, but to her surprise he pushed her away, picked her up and carried her over to the table in the gazebo.

She was still facing him when he put her down, but he turned her around and pushed her down, doubling her over the table end so that her feet were still on the ground, with her body laying on the table and her breasts squashed under her. He placed one hand on her back, holding her down while the other lifted her skirt, exposing her pussy and ass. He pushed his feet between hers and separated them, spreading her legs and opening her cunt to him, before taking hold of his throbbing cock and positioning his head against her engorged lips, rubbing himself up and down her slit, forcing moans of pleasure from both of them and making her quiver every time he rubbed against her clit.

She couldn’t believe it, his naked cock was rubbing against her open pussy, she could feel how wet and lubricated they both were by how smoothly they rubbed together, and knew that there was nothing to stop him from entering her. Despite the aching need to feel him inside her, she had already decided to be more careful, and the sensible thing was to use protection. They had only discussed it in passing and hadn’t actually made any decisions, and with their groins already in contact she wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it. He was rubbing his shaft against her lips, coating the entire length of his manhood in her juices, smearing his precum over her pussy as they rubbed together, she could even feel cool fluids on the inside of her thighs as they mixed their juices and exposed themselves to eachother.

She had to do something now, before they went any further and it was too late. Turning her head towards him she looked over her shoulder to ask him to please use protection, but as soon as the soft ‘please’ escaped her lips, she realised her mistake. His cock was in the perfect position, and he thrust forwards in one movement, plunging the entire length of his manhood into her aching womanhood until his groin crashed into her rear as he buried himself inside her.

All he was waiting for was a signal that she was ready, the go ahead from her that he could enter, and her soft plea was the perfect, she was begging, pleading with him to satisfy her aching need to feel him inside her, and he willingly obliged her request.

She was taken off guard and cried out as she felt him penetrate deep into her, encouraging him even further, her pussy involuntarily clamped down on the rod that violated her and it was enough to finish him off. He also cried out as he erupted in spasm after spasm of orgasmic release, thrusting against her, groaning as he drove himself in each time he ejaculated and deposited more and more cum into her. His release was immediate and intense, bent over with her legs spread he was able to penetrate deep into her and she could feel him pushing against her insides as his engorged cock spasmed, unloading his full cargo into her, and she was accepting it.

She couldn’t believe that it was happening, even though she had tried to be sensible her pussy was being filled with this stangers cum, and it was too late to stop it, she was totally unprepared for this and it was too much for her to contain. The built up expectation of everything she had done up to now, combined with the final assault on her womanhood, pushed past breaking point. She let go and heard herself moaning with him as wave after wave of pulsing orgasm coursed through her, joining her sailor in ravishing her helpless body, her pussy milked every last drop of fluid from his cock and forcing her to succumb to their desire.

. The intensity of her orgasms was amazing, having him naked inside her only made her cum harder and she was exhausted as the last spasm slowly faded. As his final orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto her, pinning her to the table with his spent cock still buried in her womanhood, they lay there together, each recovering from their shared release.

She was stunned at how it had all happened so quickly, one moment she was standing there watching him row his boat, and the next, his cock was pumping her full of cum, she even still had all of her clothes on. They had barely spoken, he was still a virtual stranger, and they had just had sex, but even if she could, at that moment she wouldn’t have changed a thing.

He eventually pushed himself up and withdrew, but stood behind her and started stroking her back. His hands caressed her, gently massaging and manipulating her flesh and muscles, while his groin remained in contact with her rear, moving with his body as he massaged her. He slid his hands up under her blouse, stroking her skin and sliding down her sides to the feel the flesh of her breasts bulging out from under her body. She lay there, totally relaxed, letting her body gently rock with his touch and enjoying the experience, right now nothing mattered, she was with her sailor and everything felt completely natural.

After he had given her a wonderfully relaxing massage, he stepped back and allowed her to stand up from the table, and she felt the flush of fluid escape from her pussy, and enjoyed knowing that it was his cum. She took a moment to regain her composure, but he had already moved close behind her and was raising her blouse, obediently she raised her arms and allowed him to take it totally off. The cool breeze immediately attacked the warm freshly exposed flesh, and goose bumps erupted over her torso and breasts, hardening her nipples as they tingled with the sensation.

He retuned to stroking her now naked back, letting his fingers wander over the outlines in her flesh and she could feel that he was enjoying the freedom of being able to touch a woman intimately, and couldn’t help wondering if he was starting to harden again ……