Sunday afternoon, several young boys and girls screamed their way through a few hours of fun in a sand box and traipsing down slides. Nearby, several teenagers engaged in flag football while the daintier females sat on top of an ice chest, batting their lashes at the boys they fancied. It was a pretty average weekend in the suburbs. It grew late, and everyone went home for evening plans. Twenty four hours passed. The remnants of children and teenagers from the weekend were hidden by the cloak of purple velvet and hinted upon, shadowed, by the light of a million diamonds glittering above. A date with destiny was about to take place. It was under this cover that two figures emerged from blue pavement on opposite ends of the park. Both were clad in black wool as they converged on opposite ends of a bench, their eyes locked only on each others. Tonight neither of them had a cellphone hidden on them. They did not conceal their wedding bandss, either, until each one pointedly glanced upon the hand of the other. Smiling, they slid them off simultaneously and gently tucked them into the pocket of the other as they moved closer together. Her face was lifted beneath his, her lips only an inch or so away from his mouth. Her fingers finished buttoning his breast pocket, and then her hands slid up around his neck, as if coming home. Their mouths met, sweetly. What was sweet turned more intense as his hands slid down her slight waist and cupped the swells of her ass, lifting her closer to his center. It was that claiming gesture that opened her mouth in a sigh of lust, and allowed his tongue to partake in the honey flavored expedition with her own. He had no trouble holding her as her legs closed around his flanks. He sat down, holding her in his lap. As he looked down at her - he was so tall that even sitting down with him on top of her, his head was still above hers - his hands moved from her ass, gently stroking up her back and to the front of her coat. He untied the belt slowly, as if it was his own coat, and he had all the time in the world. When he parted it, she wore only a bra beneath. His lips fell upon the graceful curve of her neck, parting and kissing his way up to her ear as she sighed, whimpered and wiggled against his hips in his lap, from the delicious torment his hands upon her heavy breasts were inflicting. His hands were so big, they were enough to envelope the melons of her chest, swollen from child bearing and extremely sensitive. His fingertips passed over her nipples with a knowing touch, and as a result he then felt the hard peeks jutting against his rough palms. He made his way to her mouth again, kissing her, and slowly massaging her breasts. Not a word was uttered, only the mewls of exasperated lust as the front snap of her bra came apart and he started to devour her breasts with vigorous kisses and lengthy, tugging sucks. From that alone, the woman came in her matching panties, causing a blotch on the black crotch of her slacks. It was then that the town hall clock struck 7 pm, and both of them became disturbingly still. They said not a word as her bra was snapped once more, and the coat tied at her waist. They rose, replaced their rings, and resumed the different routes back home for the evening. Family, responsibility, and dinner were waiting for each of them. - So ends part one. I know I'm probably going to get flack for this, but the whole of this story is well waiting for.