Royal Residence

 I admit, there is no way around it: I am greedy. I got a taste of something real good - and I wanted more. I wanted more and I wanted it as soon as possible… so I might have sent him a text, inquiring whether he might want to hang out for just a little bit more. You know, have a cup of coffee or maybe an ice cream? That’s what people do, isn’t it? I mean - it IS summer after all… but yes - you are right. It’s all an excuse. My real reason is that I just want to be near him a little bit more. I won’t do anything, oh no, I just want to… want… okay, I want to rip his clothes off and do all kind of naughty things to him - but it probably isn't in the cards and besides I’ve not planned for this (this is God’s honest truth and you know it) so I haven’t even shaven my legs and let’s not even mention the private parts. Nowadays that actually IS a pretty good indicator of what kind of plans a person has and if there is any indecency involved. See? Innocent as a bride. Sort of, anyway. 

Either way - he thought it might be a good idea, grab an ice cream and have a chat, so now we’ve arranged that I take the subway to a station not too far away from where he lives and he’ll pick me up and drive us to a nice ice cream café. I’ve found a nice, high stonewall where I sit and dangle my legs while trying to prevent the hem of my dress from lifting and cause a riot in this sleepy suburb.

After a few minutes a car drives up and stops on the other side of the street and I ease myself down from my seat to take the few steps across the road. As I bounce down on the passenger seat the skirt of my dress lifts and reveals more than would be appropriate of my thighs and I notice the quick appreciative glance my legs get before I smooth the fabric down to a more modest style. 

I can’t help smiling, though - it is a good feeling to be considered attractive and it’s obviously an even better feeling when that appreciation is coming from someone that I myself think is smoking hot! 

As the car rolls away from the curb he suggests that since I’m visiting the capital as a tourist, then maybe we could visit a real touristy spot: the royal family home at Drottningholm. It has a nice park to walk in and there ought to be plenty of opportunities for ice cream and coffee once we’ve gotten tired of not seeing the king and queen. It actually sounds like a really nice idea, I can’t remember ever being at the royal residence here in Stockholm and it probably is one of the most touristy things one can do. Besides, if there’s ice cream I am always interested. 

We arrive at the outskirts of the big park and have to wrestle our way towards the castle through hordes of geese - they are everywhere and they are LOUD and they certainly do not consider two humans to be worthy of them moving out of the way. I’m pretty sure that if I’d wanted to I probably could have been able to just bend down and pick one of them up. Lucky for these geese I don’t feel like having goose for dinner, so we concentrate on just getting past them to where we can actually have a normal conversation without having to shout. 

It is surprisingly few others visiting the royal quarters today and that is both a blessing and a curse, because with lots of visitors it would be easier by necessity to keep one's hands to oneself - but it certainly is so very, very tempting to just sneak a quick kiss, to let my fingers slowly caress the inside of his thigh when we’re strolling along. It sure is affecting me and when he steps in close behind me and runs his hand from my waist, over my chest and ends up at my throat - a firm, but gentle grip - as he kisses my collar bone… I can feel how he’s gotten hard against my behind. By now I have dropped all pretence and I wiggle my hips, pressing towards him. I’m rewarded by him moaning against my neck and I am way too pleased with his reaction… 

An elderly couple comes around a bend in the park and he steps back, but not before whispering in my ear that I’m a very naughty girl - and I giggle, pretending to be shocked… but heavens, he really couldn’t be more right. I greet the old couple walking by and they are obviously fooled by my exterior, because they smile back at me and I can actually hear them mumbling to each other “What a nice girl…” before they disappear around the next bend. I tilt my head and smile as sweetly as I can as I grab his wrist and guide his hand up under my skirt. I am almost impossibly wet and it suddenly becomes obvious to him too. My panties are soaked and he easily pushes them to the side and slides one finger inside me. I hear steps approaching on the gravel path, but simply take half a step to the side, making it look like we’re watching the view to the grand castle when the old couple reappears. I still have a steady grip around his wrist and keep his hand firmly in place between my legs as the couple passes just behind us. 

“Be aware of those geese when you walk back - they are everywhere!” I tell them over his shoulder and they nod and thank me for my concern. 

“You have a nice day now.” I say while pressing his hand against me and letting my own fingers follow the outline of his hard cock. 

They shuffle back towards the parking area when I finally let go of his wrist. His breathing is heavy and I can’t quite interpret the look in his eyes - but I’m pretty sure it’s got something to with the very erect limb that pushes against the fabric of his trousers. He lifts his hand back up to my throat and over my chin. His fingers smell like me and I look straight into his eyes as I open my lips and take his middle finger in my mouth. It tastes sourish, it tastes like me. 

He takes a deep breath and steps back. The fabric of my dress falls back down and once again I look like a perfectly innocent woman. Never judge a book by it’s cover, huh..? 

The pretence that we’re just here for an ice cream, well - let’s just say that that ice cream is far from the only reason why we keep walking on these rather deserted park paths. The path we follow leads to the outer parts of the park and even during more normal summer days few tourists make it this far. Today, though, it seems almost completely deserted… and I just have this feeling that I’m not the only one having indecent thoughts and ideas as to what one could do in an almost deserted part of the royal park. He proves me right as we turn another bend on the path and he grabs me by the waist, spinning me around so I face him. 

“There was nobody behind us, so you just keep an eye on the next bend. If someone turns up… I just have to check something.” he says and then in a swift move gets down in front of me, pushing the hem of my dress up and disappearing under the fabric. I feel his hands rounding my ass as he gently nudges my thighs apart - and pulling my panties aside… I gasp as I feel the warmth of his tongue between my legs and it suddenly becomes so much harder to stay alert to possible intruders. It doesn’t last long, but I can’t tell if it’s just a few seconds or closer to a minute - I think my poor brain has gotten a short circuit. I’ve forgotten how to speak and walk and he looks so annoyingly pleased with himself to have made me at loss for words… and normally it would make me kind of mad, but I’ll make an exception this time - let’s say it is courtesy of really good bad behaviour on his part. 

“I just had to check properly, but you do still taste the same as I remember. I like it.” 

I just started to remember how to breathe, walk and talk again - and that is probably a good thing, seeing as there is a family with three children now coming around the corner and moving our way. It would be strange to have a woman standing in the middle of their way just staring in front of herself with a stupid smile on her face - I mean, explain that one to the kids, I dare you..! 

We continue our walk with small stops here and there to feel eachother up, sneak a kiss and honestly - if it wasn't for the sake of our very questionable morale and the very real risk of someone walking in on us, we probably would have gone all the way and ended up ruining my nice dress by fucking against a tree trunk… but there still is something holding us back, some last sense of right and wrong, I guess. 

The ice cream that was the ground for this walk unfortunately will get suspended for yet some time as the café hasn’t opened for the day yet. Sundays are obviously for sleeping in for most people and it’s not quite noon yet. After a brief discussion we decide against waiting for the café to open and instead start walking back towards the car. The time I have negotiated for this second date (or whatever you want to call it…) is already exceeded and he needs to get back home pretty soon. I might have lots of time on my hands, but that is the difference between my life and his… and the fact that I’ve got the whole long weekend to do whatever I feel like, since this is my yearly solo weekend away from my regular life. 

I can see the parking place over behind the hedges, but there is this perfect tempting area just a few steps away from the path - a couple of classical marble statues just visible through the branches and I get these really naughty thoughts as to what one could possibly do in such a place. I grab his wrist and ask if we have time for just one more short deviation from the route..? I notice his quick glance at the wristwatch before he follows me over the crossing and in through the greenery. 

There are more statues in there than first visible from the small stream surrounding the place and it doesn’t take a doctor’s degree to identify them as roman mythology - and this is usually enough to send me into a rant about those lazy ass romans who couldn’t even be bothered to create a mythology of their own, they just stole the greek myths and renamed the gods… but right now those ancient gods are the last thing on my mind and I am rather sure that his thoughts are wandering along the same paths as he takes a couple of steps so that the magnificent statue of Diana is shielding us from prying eyes and then lifts my skirts to gain access to my very wet pussy, his fingers gently rubbing and stroking me. As difficult as it is to keep a straight head, I try to return the favour - but I don’t seem to be able to open his belt buckle and the phrase “fucking chastity belt” does pass my mind before he, helpful as always, open the darn belt and unzips his fly so that I finally gain access to that glorious cock - God, I have actually been dreaming of this specific cock… and now I decide that it is actually my time to kneel before him. 

I sink to my knees and while looking him straight in the eye open my lips and sneak the tip of my tongue over the length of his hard penis. I hear people passing less than a few metres away, this won’t be a blow job… but I really just had to renew my memory of him. The feeling of his hard cock in my mouth makes me realise how much I’ve missed this, the combination of absolute power and submissiveness is breathtakingly exciting… but I won’t be able to explore this further today. The voices on the other side of the greenery seem to have stopped and this kind of actions can not only be the cause of some very stern looks, it can actually be punishable by law… and neither of us feel like experiencing that today. With one more longing look I rise to my feet again, but having wide skirts can be rather useful - so I arch my back, pushing my bum out against him and he immediately gets my intentions. While I bend slightly forward, pretending to read on the brass plaque on the statue he slides his hard cock in between my thighs, rubbing against the wetness of my pussy, gliding back and forth - almost, but not quite pushing inside me. I’m pretty sure I will orgasm if he keeps doing this just a bit longer, but that’s when steps on the wooden footbridge announces that someone is coming. He steps back and I hear the zip of his fly, while I remain the way I stand just with a quick movement making sure the fabric of my dress covers what it should. Now is the time, I decide, to voice my annoyance over those pesky romans and while discussing this, smiling and politely nodding to the folk stepping in among the statues, we leave for the car.  

Bouncing down on the car seat we sit in complete silence for a minute or two, both of us just staring straight ahead. Then he puts the car in the first gear and we roll out on the streets. The streets are not too busy, but still - for me, who lives in the countryside, it seems there’s traffic coming from every direction. I’m looking out the windows, but I still am not surprised when I feel a hand on my thigh pushing the fabric of my dress out of the way. Twisting slightly in my seat I turn my back more towards the door and thus giving him easy access to my longing pussy. Let me just say this; the man is an artist when it comes to driving a manually shifted car with just the use of his left hand… because the right one is busy between my legs. I am not sure how it’s done, but god it feels so good..! By now I’m so wet I’m almost worried I’ll stain the seat of his car permanently and it doesn’t get less wet when he pulls into a parking house and bends over the gear stick to lick me. 

It’s bright daylight and even during office hours there are quite a few others moving around in the area - and even though I’d love to just let him do his magic I can’t quite shake the idea that there are not only people, but possibly also cameras in the building… and that could end up being more than just a small problem. 

I have gotten at least double the time he said he could spare for me today - and I am grateful, although I would have loved to keep his company for the rest of the weekend. I told you, I’m greedy!