20

He loved a naughty woman. And right here, right now, bending forwards over a bench, her dress pushed up and her bottom half exposed in the cold night air, was a very naughty woman indeed.

Unable to hesitate, to hold himself back, he unzipped his jeans, stepped forward and encased himself in her warmth. She groaned as he rocked back and forth, gripping his fingers tightly into her bare skin.

She squealed loudly and shuddered, again and again. He waited until she stopped, then roughly spun her to face him, and lifted her up so she sat on the back of the bench. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, smiling languidly as she moved. He lifted her off the wood and grunted as sensation overwhelmed him, holding her closer, tighter, fuller. She threw her head back in ecstasy as they rode the waves together, all cold forgotten as their breath made patterns in the night air.