I took a deep breath, the cool night air doing little to calm the fire raging within me. Dylan’s words from earlier that day still echoed in my mind: “Meet me at the park tonight. Midnight. We’ll find a way.” The park. Public. Risky. But after weeks of stolen glances, whispered conversations, and near-misses with Diana, my sister, I was desperate. The tension between us had become unbearable, and the thought of his hands on me, even in such a dangerous setting, sent shivers down my spine. Having an affair with my brother in law, was also risky.
I arrived at the park just before midnight, my heart pounding in my chest. The moon was full, casting an eerie glow over the deserted playground and the shadowy trees. I wore a long, flowing skirt and a loose blouse, both chosen for their ease of removal. My pulse quickened as I spotted Dylan leaning against a tree, his silhouette unmistakable. He straightened when he saw me, his eyes gleaming with the same hunger I felt.
“You came,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
“Where else would I be?” I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
He stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine. “This is insane. If someone sees us—”
“Then they see us,” I interrupted, pulling him toward a secluded bench. “I can’t wait any longer, Dylan. I need you.”
His eyes darkened, and he nodded, his resolve matching my own. We sat down, but the bench felt like a barrier between us. I stood, tugging him to his feet, and pressed him against the tree. His hands gripped my hips, his touch sending sparks through my body.
“Here?” he asked, his breath hot against my neck.
“Here,” I confirmed, my voice barely above a whisper.
I lifted my skirt, the cool night air brushing against my bare thighs. Dylan’s eyes widened as he realized I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hands slid up my legs, his fingers tracing the curves of my ass before slipping between my thighs. I gasped as he found me already wet, his touch electric against my sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Meredith,” he groaned, his fingers dipping into my heat. “You’re so ready for me.”
“Always,” I panted, pressing myself against his hand. “But not like this. Not in public. It’s… it’s driving me wild.”
He smirked, his confidence returning. “Then let’s make the most of it.”
He unbuttoned his pants, his cock springing free, thick and hard. I bit my lip, my desire spiking as I imagined taking him right there, under the open sky. But before I could act, a distant sound made us freeze—laughter, carried on the wind. Someone was nearby.
“Shit,” Dylan hissed, his eyes darting around. “We need to move.”
I nodded, my heart racing. The thrill of being caught only heightened my arousal. I grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the park, toward the old bandstand. It was more exposed, but the shadows offered some cover. We stopped behind the structure, our backs to the open side, facing the trees.
“This is insane,” Dylan repeated, his voice laced with excitement.
“The best kind of insane,” I replied, stepping closer. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto him. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my skirt bunched around my waist, and guided his cock to my entrance. He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. I moaned, the sensation overwhelming, the risk of discovery only intensifying the pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his hands gripping my ass as he began to move.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust deeper, harder. The bandstand creaked with each movement, the sound echoing in the stillness. I could hear distant voices, laughter, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All that mattered was Dylan, his cock reaming my cunt, his breath hot against my neck.
“Harder,” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He obliged, his hips snapping against mine, his cock pounding into me with relentless force. I cried out, my head thrown back, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. The risk, the danger, the forbidden nature of it all—it was too much. I was drowning in sensation, my pussy clenching around him, my juices flowing freely.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.
“Me too,” I gasped, my body tightening around him. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t. His thrusts became frantic, his cock reaming my cunt with abandon. I screamed as my orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashing over me, my body shaking uncontrollably. My pussy gushed, my juices coating his cock as he fucked me through it.
“Fuck, Meredith,” he groaned, his voice breaking. “I’m—”
His words were cut off by a sharp cry of pleasure as he came, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot seed. We stood there, panting, our bodies still joined, the world around us fading into the background.
“That was…” he started, his voice trailing off.
“Insane,” I finished, smiling despite the danger. “But worth it.”
We disentangled slowly, our hearts still racing. Dylan tucked himself back into his pants, while I smoothed down my skirt, though it did little to hide the evidence of our encounter. We stood in silence for a moment, catching our breath, before the sound of approaching footsteps made us freeze.
“Shit,” Dylan whispered, his hand gripping my arm. “Quick, this way.”
He pulled me toward the trees, our footsteps quiet on the grass. We hid behind a thick trunk, our bodies pressed together, our hearts pounding in unison. The footsteps passed, the voices fading into the distance. We waited a few more moments before emerging, our nerves still jangled but our desire unquenched.
“We can’t keep doing this,” Dylan said, his voice serious.
“We can’t stop,” I countered, my hand brushing his cheek. “Not now. Not after that.”
He sighed, his eyes searching mine. “You’re right. But we need to be smarter. More careful.”
I nodded, my mind already racing with ideas. “Next time, we’ll find somewhere even more daring. Somewhere no one would ever think to look.”
He smirked, his hand sliding into mine. “You’re a dangerous woman, Meredith.”
“And you love it,” I replied, squeezing his hand.
We walked back to our cars in silence, the tension between us still palpable but now laced with a newfound excitement. The affair had taken a dangerous turn, but the thrill of it only fueled our desire. As I drove away, I couldn’t help but smile, my body still buzzing from the encounter. Dylan was right—we couldn’t keep doing this. But we would. Because the risk, the danger, the forbidden nature of it all was too intoxicating to resist. And as long as we had each other, we’d find a way to keep the flame burning, no matter how risky it became.