"Very inappropiate," she breathes against his, her words faltering at the ending syllables for the way he squeezes her breasts, the way he rubs against her. She's in danger of leaving a smudge on the front of his jeans, he's in danger of doing the same.

She shivers, and pulls her skirt up slowly to the top of her thighs, her view of him unobstructed. "There's no-one around--" is the explanation she gives, to reaching down and unfastening his pants, lowering the zipper carefully before drawing his cock out. With both hands busy, the skirt falls again, hiding from view the fact that she's jerking him off slowly in the middle of a park, in the middle of the day. It's his fault, for sucking on her fingers like that.