Unbridled Desire: A Forbidden Encounter in the City Park

Now be warned, if you are not legally of age to read literature that involves sex, then you must not read this. If you are offended by sex between adults and underage children or by incest, then I would suggest that you read something else. Such conduct is not legal, [well in most places] and I certainly do not condone it or recommend it, in fact this is a complete work of fiction. I do not know anyone who has had an experience like this one, it is nothing but the writings of an author who's mind just comes up with this stuff. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it. The author of this little story, [AJBaker] is not dead even though rumors have been spread that he is.

It all started with a look, but then I am sure that most relationships do. The problem though was that until it happened he had never strayed from the universal norm of sexual relations. Albert had always been a one woman man, never cheated on a partner, he was not bisexual, never had a threesome or been to an orgy, had never gone to swinger parties and rarely did he ever even have a one night stand, when he did it was because the girl initiated it. The truth was Albert was a bored heterosexual romantic that had a taste for a little bondage and discipline even though he enjoyed loads of relationships and even three marriages. In retrospect many of those failed because he was bored with his sex partners, with the exception of one girl that led him to tinkering with kink.
Albert was good in bed, just not kinky, and when opportunity knocked to try something new he vacillated because he was sure the girl did not really want to be tied up or knocked around or invite another partner into their bed. His upbringing would not allow him to be any different, he was taught to respect women and they all had their own pedestal where they were neatly tucked away believing it was the right thing to do.
He knows now how wrong he was. One girl had showed him a different world and then disappeared from his life. Now all he wanted was to find another woman like her that would stay with him.
If Albert could have all of those years back his life would have been very different knowing what he knows now. If you are a man that was raised like him in an uptight religious environment I want you to read this story so that you just might not waste so much of your sex life like Albert did.

The Girls With The Blue Eyes
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Summer was finally over and after seven insufferable weeks of heat where Albert had to stay inside where it was air conditioned he was enjoying his lunches in a small park a block away from his office. The office was nothing more than one room in one of those places where you can lease space and it comes with a receptionist that everyone shares. Gwen was a BBW that was always smiling and happy and was endowed with a sultry voice that made people that phoned think she was really sexy. Albert loved the way she handled his clients and the way she was always happy to take messages for him when he was away from my office, something she did when Al left for lunch as well.
School was back in so the average age of the youngsters at the park was about four or five, but usually they were accompanied by young mothers, many of which were attractive enough to make my noon hour enjoyable. He never went anywhere without his laptop and of course his cell phone so in reality he was essentially at work wherever he went, and the park was no exception. He just set up on a picnic table in case of incoming emails or calls, and then would unpack his lunch [usually left-overs from the previous night's dinner] while looking around to see if his favorite young mothers were there.
He saw a couple of women with their kids but none that he really would make an effort to get into bed so he unpacked my left-over ginger beef and started eating while checking email accounts. Minutes later he heard a young female voice behind him. "Mister could you help me please?"
"Huh? Oh sorry you startled me. What is it?"
"My Frisbee is stuck in that tree and I can't reach it by myself." Albert half turned my head to see the prettiest, bluest eyes looking expectantly at him. She had long natural lashes that she batted at him as he stared at her beautiful smile that showed a bunch of pearly white teeth. The girl that owned the blue eyes could not have been more than ten or eleven, later on he found out she was just about to turn twelve.
"Well now, how did it get up in the tree?"
"I was practicing making it come back to me like a boomerang but it hit the branches and stayed there. See? It is on that low branch right there. Can you get it for me?"
"Hmm, that is nor really that low, it is even higher than I can reach. Is your mom or nanny not here?"
"Of course silly that is my mom over there, the one on the crutches."
"Ah, I see, well let me think, there must be some way to get up there. I don't suppose you climb trees, I could give you a boost."
"Mom won't let me. She is afraid I will hurt myself like she did. She fell off of a ladder."
"My goodness, did she break her leg?" Even though her mother was across the park and leaning against her mini-van Albert could tell that she was probably as pretty as the little girl who stood beside him. She had the same long black hair and her body was toned and shapely. She was dressed in sweats as if she was going jogging but that seemed to add to her attractiveness.
"She says it is a bad sprain. So are you going to help me or what?"
"Patience little one, I am figuring out a way to reach your Frisbee." Like all of the trees in the park the branches were cut so that the lowest branches were about seven feet from the ground, probably to prevent vandals from breaking them or maybe to give the park a more open and less foreboding appearance. Inner city parks were often like this these days because of crime and to keep the homeless from sleeping there. The branch that the orange disc rested on was even higher, probably eight feet.
"I could reach it if you put me on your shoulders."
"Maybe, you would probably have to stand on them though, do you think you could do that if I held you?"
"Yeah! That would be great!"
Honestly I was not over enthusiastic about this but there were no other men in sight so it was left up to me by default to help the young girl recover her toy.
"Tell you what, you run over and make sure that it is alright with your mother. Oh, ask her to give you one of her crutches, maybe we can use it to poke it off the branch."
"Cool, I will be right back mister. My name is Wendy."
"You can tell your mom that my name is Albert Jones."
"Okay Mr. Jones, I will hurry back. Thank you."
She ran across the grass towards where her mother was waiting for her proving to be cute even in the way her lithe little body moved as she ran full out. She was dressed as if she was in a private school, you know with the white blouse and pleated skirt to her knees with knee high white socks and a long tie that matched the skirt. Her longish black hair was tied behind her head so that she had a long ponytail that swayed back and forth as she ran. Each stride made her skirt bounce up exposing the backs of her thighs and making Albert wonder if her legs ever saw sunlight.
In three marriages Albert only had two kids, both boys so he never really had any experience with girls as children since being a boy myself. Watching Wendy run was a semi-erotic experience for the poor man as her ass seemed to move in sync with her hair. He had to give his head a shake to get some rather unwelcome thoughts out of his head before turning his attention to Wendy's mother in the hope that my lust was really for her.
The two of them were discussing Wendy's problem and it seemed obvious that her mother was none to pleased with her daughter because she had approached a stranger to help her. Albert turned back to the table where his laptop was still open and thought about getting back to work. Checking the time he realized that his break was almost over so what he had left would just have to be finished up when he returned to the office. Albert cursed softly as he had barely even had a bite to eat. He decided to call Gwen and ask her to take messages for him for the rest of the day if he did not come back, after all he really did not feel like working much today anyway.
There was a budding idea in his mind that just maybe he might get lucky and get to know the seemingly attractive mother of the little girl who wanted his help. After all one had to take advantage of these opportunities whenever they presented themselves, especially as he was now pushing forty and opportunity did not knock all that often. He hit the speed dial number on his cell that would put him in contact with Gwen and waited for her to answer.
Two rings and a low husky voice greeted him. "Hello darling, what can I do for you?" Albert could easily think it was a gorgeous sensual woman talking to him.
"Hi hon, I am taking the rest of the day off mostly because I have nothing to do. Can you take messages and text me if something you think important enough to bother me comes up?"
"Of course darling, I am always at your command. Whatever you are doing make sure you enjoy yourself! Bye for now."
"Gwen you are the best, lunch is on me tomorrow. You order for us and I will pay."
"Well a girl can't say no to an offer like that. See you tomorrow."
Albert smiled at his phone as he ended the call, he really appreciated Gwen for a lot of reasons the huge one being the way she always flirted with him in a way that made him feel good about himself. Her husband was a big ex-B.C. Lion football player who much like his wife seemed to always be in a great mood, always with a jovial smile and kind words for everyone he came in contact with. Al envied their relationship which came across as completely guileless and natural.
Suddenly he was reminded that he was committed to helping a young girl in need.
"Mr. Jones? Mom would like you to come and meet her after we get my Frisbee out of the tree. Are you ready?" He looked in the direction of her voice to see her standing with her feet wide apart and holding her mother's crutch like a Lacrosse stick. "Mom said we could try with her crutch first but if that does not work then it is okay for me to get up on your shoulders as long as we are careful."
"Okay then Wendy let's see if we can get lucky. Here hand me that crutch and I will see what I can do." What Wendy did next was completely unexpected. She knelt and held the crutch up to him much like a page might hand a sword to a knight. He grinned and took his weapon in both of his hands thinking that there was more to this young girl than he could imagine.
His eyes slipped downward and he found himself staring at her leg where her skirt had managed to bunch up right at the top of her leg exposing her smooth white flesh almost to her panty-line. It was not the leg of a woman, just a girl, but somehow he was fascinated by the sight of it to the point that he was aroused. It moved, not to straighten as she stood up but instead the knee moved away from her other leg as if to expose more skin, as if to keep his eyes glued to it.
"Mr. Jones." Her voice was low and way too sexy for a girl her age. "Mr. Jones you are staring. At my leg I think. Don't you know that is a very naughty thing to do? I bet you like it though. Should I show you more?"
"Oh my God, what are you doing? This is crazy!"
"Please don't be afraid. I like you looking at me this way."
Albert shook himself and found himself back in reality. He took the crutch and did what he had to do, turned his back on the scene that had mesmerized him briefly. He put it out of his mind and pretended it had not happened. By the time he had tried a few times to knock the round toy from the tree branch he was already sure it had all been his imagination. Wendy was acting like a young girl again cheering him on as he tried to shake the branch to loosen the Frisbee and then when he was unsuccessful she would say something like 'nice try' or 'too bad'.
"This is not going to work. I guess we will have to try something different."
"Should I get on your shoulders now?" She seemed perfectly delighted by the idea.
"I had better reach with the crutch. Maybe you could grab

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