Chapter 60: Chapter 60

Sex was in the air the day I encountered Nina. I felt it as soon as the sweet June morning kissed my neck, when I emerged through my front door with my cheerful necktie proud on my chest and the short curls of my hair

still damp from the shower.

The subway platform sizzled with the vitality of horny humans, frisky organisms who had bundled their hormones into workaday clothing but who nonetheless represented pure erogenous energy. The women’s thighs, bare below flirty summer dresses, sang desire to me, and their naked, friendly shoulders seemed to invite unseen lovers.

And yet not all lovers were unseen that morning. On the train, I was presented with an excellent view of a couple standing halfway down the car from me, who

wrapped themselves into an erotic embrace as I watched with art-history-trained eyes. Their faces were blocked from my line of sight, but the woman’s skirt, taut where her pelvis pressed against her guy, was beautifully framed for me by the surrounding passengers, giving the scene an aesthetic quality that enhanced its arousing essence.

I realized I wanted this, today, too—or something very much like this.

It had been four years since I’d abandoned small- town life in favor of urban society. Many of my peers who’d moved to the city around the same time were becoming blasé by now: the initial magic had faded. But I’d had the opposite experience. The city had been unex- pectedly dull and dreary to me when I’d first arrived—a place weighed down by my goals and ambitions, I real- ized in retrospect—and only later had it flowered into something exciting, a place of fresh experiences and unanticipated thrills.

A place to keep my eyes and ears open, and my libido idling at the ready.

Out on the sidewalk, there seemed to be so many enchanting women everywhere I looked that I couldn’t even glance at all of them. To be thorough I would have had to break stride, and thereby risk causing offense— and meanwhile, of course, I’d inevitably miss my chance to see another lovely individual or two. It was hopeless, wonderfully hopeless.

At the café, a bright, graceful figure with an impish smile added sugar to her coffee while I was putting milk

in my own. She hummed uninhibitedly, at a volume so low that only I could hear it. I liked that.

Then, not so gracefully, she dropped some sugar packets. They fell in my direction.

“Sorry,” she said pleasantly.

Perhaps it was just the fever of that day, but I sensed an opportunity.

“Are you throwing sugar at me?” I teased.

My heart raced and my cock pulsed when she responded in kind. “Of course I’m throwing sugar at you. You have a problem with that?” She smirked right at me, looking so smart and bratty—and so happy to have accidentally discovered an ad hoc bantering partner.

“I feel it only fair to warn you,” I retorted with pretend stuffiness, “that flinging sugar packets in my general direction will get you nowhere.”

“Aww,” she pouted.

“Well…okay. Perhaps we can work something out.” She laughed.

“I’m Nina,” she said, as we exited.

“Philip.” We both shuffled our coffees leftward so that we could shake hands.

“Which way are you walking?” she asked casually.

I explained that turning either right or left to walk around the block would get me to work with equal effi- ciency, as my office was directly behind the café.

“That’s fascinating,” she said, with a stage yawn and a wink. “But if there’s more to that story, you’d better save it.” She pointed at the face of her watch and raised

her eyebrows at me. Then she nodded left, and together we proceeded in that direction.

“Do you drink coffee after work, too?” I asked her on the side street, in front of her workplace.

“No.” She paused. “But I throw sugar.”

“Now, there’s a coincidence. After work, I catch

sugar.”

“Five thirty?” Nina suggested.

We acquired our evening coffees—my habitual one and the unaccustomed one that Nina ordered in my honor— and took them out into the downtown maze.

The weather was, if anything, even more admirable than it had been in the morning. And, without overtly conferring, we began walking away from the center of town, joking about office life and volleying flirtation- soaked verbal tennis balls, served with plenty of teasy spin.

“I had a feeling you were leading me to the park,” I kidded as we passed through the gate. We both knew we had chosen this destination together, by unspoken consensus.

“Yes. Now you can tell everyone I took you ‘parking.’ Hey, you actually laughed at that!” She seemed genu- inely gratified. “I’m more used to getting groans with my puns.”

“No groans from me on your watch, I promise. But you may hear some moans, at the appropriate junc- ture.”

“I insist on it. I’m just hoping you’ll find my, uh,

juncture to be an appropriate one.”

This time I laughed so loudly that heads turned our way. Nina beamed possessively and guided me past the gawking passersby.

I wasn’t usually much for outdoor sex. But there was something special about this day—and something very special about Nina—and it could not be denied that I yearned to fuck her standing up and as soon as possible, in some semisecluded pocket of summer evening. I was already imagining her blissful face in the barely slanting, near-solstice light; I could practically feel her mischief- tinged sweetness painting me up and down.

At a spot where several paths diverged, she stopped me, resting a possibility-charged hand on my elbow.

“I know an ideal place for…throwing sugar,” she said. Her eyes momentarily lost their glint of playfulness and looked hopeful; sincere; vulnerable.

I kissed her coffee-sultry lips before letting her guide me down the rightmost branch of the path. Her fingers maintained their grip on my arm.

Nina knew the way to the little building used by park staff as a home base for summer children’s programs. She also knew that these programs would not be starting until July. Though the building was locked, there was open access to a small patio behind it, which was largely shielded from the path by a vine-covered latticework wall. At the moment, this wall looked like nothing so much as a vertical bed.

And there wasn’t even a bedspread to turn down.

I nibbled Nina’s ear as she pulled my torso close. Her breath, like everything today, was sweet. “Perfect,” she whispered, her voice belying the vigor with which she was pawing at my shirt buttons.

My hands floated under her skirt, and Nina ground her crotch against me. “I don’t know what it is,” she confessed with a frantic titter. “I can’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck so desperately.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” I murmured into her neck.

“Ever since I woke up, I’ve been ready to crackle into flames.” Her hand was on my zipper. “All day, Spark.” Thus she nicknamed me, just as my cock found a tempo- rary home in her palm.

After quickly donning a condom, I found my hand- holds on the waistband of her satin knickers. With sensuous slowness I escorted them down, letting the cool fabric tickle the hot flesh of her hips and thighs. When they fell to the patio, she stepped out of them, and without further ado she split her engorged pussy lips with my hard-on—wiggling on my tip so as to delight me with her softness and moisture, and herself with my stiffness.

“Share my pussy, Spark,” she breathed, as she hugged me tighter to drive my cock home. Her voice was rich with complex layers of pleasure. The word share echoed in my mind.

As I started thrusting, I glanced down to notice the

shine of girl-come smiling up from the inside of her discarded panties. Even her underwear is grinning, I said to myself.

But all thought vanished when Nina began to really move our coupling forward. Her body took every bit of energy from the air and transmuted it into thrashing, primal electricity. I held on to her ass for dear life as she churned on me.

When she made me come, I came in response to the moment, the day, the summer—and Nina, Nina, Nina. I pinched an asscheek while fondling her clit, and the irre- sistible climax claimed her as well. She bathed me, titil- lating my aftershock-twitching shaft with her ecstasy, and dampening my shorts into the bargain.

“Are you throwing sugar at me?” I growled passion- ately, and her cunt giggled spasms of happiness in reply.