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It had been an ordinary day up to this point. I was on my lunch break eating a sandwich at a park picnic table. I wouldn’t call the area I was in secluded. You could faintly hear the busy street less than a hundred yards away. To see the street, you would have to crane your neck and look through a bunch of bushes and trees to see it. I usually chose this bench because it was furthest away from the row of restaurants not far from the park entrance. Most people who ate lunch in the park would find somewhere closer to the middle of the park to eat.

As I ate, a rather young woman jogged up to me. She had dark loosely curled hair and bright blue eyes. She was fit and lightly tanned. She wasn’t dressed for jogging, not even close. She wore a tube top that did nothing to restrain her breasts from rebounding up and down as she moved. And one doesn’t usually go jogging in a short skirt, I would guess. Having never worn a skirt, I could be wrong. But, I was sure I had never seen a woman jogging in a miniskirt before. She was wearing sneakers at least.

I couldn’t help but watch her as she approached on the path that ran past the table. She stopped a few feet from me and put one foot on the bench attached to the table on the opposite side of the table. She leaned over to retie her sneaker. As the tube top did nothing to hold her breasts in place, I got a good view of them. She saw my eyes looking down her cleavage and said, “You wanna fuck?”

“Excuse me?”

“Right here. I’ll bend over the table. You flip my skirt up and do me. Decide right now. Are you in or out?”

I looked around to see if I was being punked. I looked at her and she seemed dead serious. She finished tying her shoe and stood up. As she did, she lifted the front of skirt to show me she wasn’t wearing underwear. She seemed disappointed as she let go of her skirt hem.

“Suit yourself,” she said.

“Wait,” I said. “Do you frequently proposition people like this in the park?”

“You are my first. And I didn’t say anything about us discussing the idea. I have to get back to work in twenty minutes or so. I can’t spend time yammering. Are you in or out?”

“In.”

“Great.” She moved to the end of the table and spread her legs wide as she leaned over it. She held the sides of the table with her hands and then stared at me. “Get up. Let’s go. I don’t have all day.”

I got up and looked around again before getting behind her and dropping my pants. I lifted up her skirt. She was obviously wet and a mixed scent of sex and sweat reached my nose along with a hint of strawberry. My cock was stiffening but it wasn’t quite ready. I rubbed it against her pussy.

“Let’s go,” she insisted.

“I’m getting there.”

“You aren’t hard already?”

“I’m getting there.”

I pushed the tip into her and that seemed to get me to start firming up.

“I hope you’ve got more than that.”

“I said I’m getting there.”

She laughed. “I can’t believe a beautiful woman jogs up to you and says, ‘Let’s fuck,’ and you aren’t rigid.”

“Maybe I’m having trouble believing you’re for real.”

“Oh, I’m real. Are you going to push in any further? Can you?”

I thrust forward and she let out a startled yelp.

“That’s better. Move it. I only have about ten more minutes.”

“Are you going to enjoy it if it’s only ten minutes?”

“You worry about fucking me. I’ll worry about getting off on it.”

I fucked her. It was only sexy because we could easily get caught. Other than that, it was just fucking. In, out, in, out. I wasn’t sure how long it took but soon I said, “Come inside?”

“Of course.”

Her fingers clamped hard onto the table and she arched her back just as I was ready to cum. I filled her up and then some. I could feel her inner muscles squeezing my dick. I guess she got off. I pulled out and watched as it oozed out of her and down her left leg. She stood up and ran a finger along the inside of her thigh, scooping some of it up. She put it in her mouth and made an “Mmm” sound. There was a trace of blood on her lips as she had apparently bit her lip to keep quiet.

“See you around,” she said. She straightened her skirt. “You should pick up your pants before you get arrested,” she added as she departed.

I bent down and picked up my pants. As I stood to fasten them, she was already a good distance away, jogging as if she hadn’t just been fucked.

While I continued to eat lunch at the same park table as I usually did, it wasn’t until the following Monday that I was greeted by the sight of the same woman jogging toward my table again. She was better dressed for jogging this time. She was definitely wearing a sports bra, today. She stopped at the table and continued to jog in place as she said, “Are you in or out?”

“In.”

She assumed the position and we repeated what we had done the week before. There wasn’t as much talking this time. I knew my role and was able to get there much faster this time. When we were done, she said, “See you around,” and jogged away.

I showered as soon as I got home that evening. While eating dinner I noticed the last app accessed by my phone was my contacts list. I went through it and found an entry I did not recognize: Park Hookup. She had entered her number into my phone while I had been otherwise occupied. Should I call? No, I texted instead. “Nice seeing you today in the park.”

There was no response. I decided to play it cool and not bombard her with more texts. She apparently enjoyed controlling when we were together.

On Thursday, I received a text around eleven in the morning: “Jogging today. 12:30.” I made sure to be at the table before hand and she appeared on the path, coming around a bend almost exactly on time. As she reached the table she was about to lean over the table when she sat down on the opposite bench.

“What’s up?” I said.

She indicated the path in the other direction with her finger and I saw a young woman pushing a stroller slowly along the path. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m the manager of accounts receivable for a mid-sized manufacturing company,” I said.

“Sounds boring.”

“It’s worse than it sounds. But, it pays decently and it’s easy to leave work at work at the end of the day. You?”

“I work at a medical care facility. She’s almost passed us.”

“Doctor? Nurse?”

“Administration.”

“What’s your name?”

“Are we on first names?”

“I think names usually come before the third fucking.”

“I always get that confused. Kate.” She held out her hand.

“Trevor,” I said, shaking her hand. “What are you doing Saturday night, Kate?”

“We aren’t dating.”

“We could be. Or we could have one date. Have you eaten at Bellesco’s?”

“That’s a fancy restaurant. Why there?”

“I’d like to see you more dressed up. And it shows I’m serious.”

She got up as she was nodding. “Let’s go. Are you in or out?”

“In, of course.” I looked around and the woman with the stroller was out of sight.

As I pushed into her, she said, “What time Saturday?”

“I’ll get a reservation for eight. If it falls through, I’ll text you different plans.”

“That feels good, I mean, sounds good.”

A few moments passed and we both came. Before standing up she said, “Can you do something?”

“What?” I said, unsure if I should pull my pants up.

“Smack my ass?”

“Spank you?”

“Twice on each cheek.”

“Someone might hear that.”

She shrugged and gave me a mischievous smile.

I pulled my pants up and rubbed my hand on her ass.

“I don’t have all…”

Smack. I knew she would say something about being in a hurry. She let out the cutest cooing noise. I smacked the other cheek.

“Maybe three each,” she said.

I gave her a couple more spanks on each cheek and said, “That’s it. You’re red and at this point I think denying it is more punishing.”

“But I was bad,” she said. She really played up being reluctant to stand up and pulled her jogging shorts up. “Fine.” She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “See you Saturday. Meet you there at eight.”

I made the reservations and they had an opening. I sent her a confirmation text and received back an image. It was an upskirt photo of herself with presumably my cum rolling down her thigh. A hint of red cheek peaked out from under her skirt. In the background there was mostly sky with some trees along the edges.

Friday night, I was out with some friends at our favorite bar as usual. Someone mentioned I hadn’t been seeing anyone for awhile and I said I had a date the following night. It only took two seconds to tell them everything I knew about Kate that could be said in polite company. “We’re going to Bellesco’s tomorrow night.”

“Oh, so this is serious?” Maddy said. She was Jake’s girlfriend.

“Don’t know.”

“You met her in the park? What did you say to her that she’s going with you to Bellesco’s two weeks later?” Annie said. She was married to Henri.

“She tied her shoe at the bench I was sitting at and we just started talking.”

“Is she hot?” Timothy said. He had no girlfriend. I preferred to think the reasons he had no girlfriend were not the same reasons I hadn’t had one for the past several months.

“She’s attractive.”

“Pics or it never happened,” Sal said.

“I don’t have a pic with her yet. We’ve only met a few times in the park at lunchtime so far.”

“Tomorrow’s a real first date?” Annie said. “Do you know what you’re going to wear?”

“Yes, tomorrow is the first real date and I’m sure there’s something appropriate in my closet. I’ve been to nice restaurants before.”

“He’ll be fine,” Maddy said. “He’s not Timothy.”

Timothy took mock offense to that and the conversation drifted away from my date the next evening.

I had no idea what to wear. I didn’t want to be too flashy and I also didn’t want to be monochrome. I eventually settled on dark blue slacks with a white dress shirt. I had a tan sports coat that went with the brown belt and shoes. I decided not to wear a tie. I put a bright blue handkerchief in the breast pocket of the jacket.

Showered, shaved, and dressed I drove to the restaurant arriving thirty minutes early. I sat at the bar to wait for her, nursing a beer and checking the time every other minute. Just before eight she arrived. I’m fairly sure I wasn’t the only one who noticed her. Her hair was poofier and not tied back in a ponytail. She may have had it lightened between now and when I saw her last. Or it may have just been the lighting. This was the first time I was seeing her indoors. The makeup around her eyes make their blue color stand out even more. She wore the wettest, reddest lip gloss on the planet.

It complemented her dress. It was also red, nearly ankle length, with a slit running up from the floor to her waist on both sides. She could not be wearing underwear. The neckline plunged so far her bellybutton and its jeweled, gold stud were visible. She wore a black choker. Her stiletto heels were black, at least five inches high, and they laced up to the top of her calves. She held a black clutch.

I got up and walked toward her. “You look magnificent.”

“You clean up nice yourself.”

“Is this your companion?” The Maitre’D asked.

“Yes. Is our table ready?”

“Right this way.” He led us to a two person booth along the wall near the kitchen.

I let her decide which way she wanted to face. She chose to face the kitchen door so I took the other side.

The Maitre’D handed us menus and stepped away as our server arrived. “Hello, I’m Giuseppe and I’ll be your server,” he said with a light accent. He took our drink orders and left.

As I looked at the menu, I felt some nylon-covered toes rubbing my crotch. I looked up but she wasn’t looking at me, her eyes intent on the menu apparently. I reached down and gently, but firmly grasped her ankle. Slowly, with my other hand, I ran my fingertips on the stockings covering the arch of her foot.

“Stop that,” she hissed and tried pull her leg back.

I was pointedly looking at a painting on the wall. “Did you say something?” My finger ran along the spot between the ball of her foot and her toes.

She bit the menu to avoid giggling loudly.

“Someone is ticklish. Good to know.” I said, releasing her foot.

She caught her breath and after a moment was looking at the menu again. “I was just being playful.”

“So was I.”

“I will get my revenge.”

“Noted,” I said. “How about we talk about something normal? How long have you lived around here?”

“Over a decade, I think.”

We were both laughing about a story I was telling her about my brother when our waiter brought the check and a portable payment device. “I see you’re having a good time. I hope the food was as memorable as your experiences tonight.”

“It most certainly was, Guiseppe,” I said. I scanned my card and left a generous tip.

“Have a good evening, Ma’am, Sir.”

“We’ve been occupying this table for two hours. We should leave.”

She looked up from her phone. “I called a car.”

“I can give you a ride.”

“I want this date to feel normal. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Normal is good,” I said. I wasn’t sure how any of this was normal.

She got up from the booth and we went to the lobby.

“I can’t invite you back to my place. My roommate is an asshole.”

“That’s the first time you mentioned a roommate.”

“I don’t like talking about him.”

“Him?”

“Long story.”

She obviously didn’t want to talk about it so I didn’t press. “It sounds like you won’t go back to my place. So, I’ll treat this like a normal first date and won’t ask.”

“Thanks.” Her phone buzzed. She looked at it and then out the door of the restaurant. “I think that’s my car.” We stepped outside and she hugged me. “Good night.”

I wasn’t sure how to feel about this as she got in the car and it drove off.

Given how the date ended, I didn’t send her a message afterward. I figured she would contact me. And on Wednesday morning, she did. I received a text from her, “12:30, the usual?”

I sent back, “In.”

Right on time, she jogged into the clearing where I had my lunch. She was actually well dressed for jogging. There were other differences as well. She was wearing a necklace and a bracelet. They were new. And her fingernails were a bright red. I didn’t remember them being colored at all before. She put her hands on the tables and said, “In or out?”

“In,” I replied and we fucked. She waited, leaned over the table after I had pulled my pants up. Apparently the usual now included the spanking.

After a handful spanks per cheek I stopped and she pulled her pants up without protest. “Saturday night? Date number two? I’m buying.”

“Where and when?”

“I’ll text the details. I need to see about a reservation first.”

“Okay.”

She jogged off.

Friday night, I met up with my friends at our usual hangout. They immediately wanted to know about my date the week before.

“Did she put out?” Timothy said.

“What kind of question is that?” Jake said.

“A Timothy question,” Sal said. I could tell he would have asked the same question, probably less bluntly.

“No, and I didn’t expect anything of that nature to happen,” I said.

“It was just a first date, Tim,” Annie said.

“How was the food? I’ve always wanted to go there,” Henri said.

“It was great. The plates weren’t too big so you don’t feel funny eating the whole thing and you won’t have leftovers.”

“You would take leftovers home on a date?” Sal said.

“No. Don’t be stupid.”

“Seeing her again?” Maddy said.

“Tomorrow. She’s buying.”

“She really likes you,” Henri said.

“I get that impression.”

“And you?” Timothy said.

“I enjoy talking to her. I’m not sure if she’s looking for a commitment or just a good time.”

“Is that a problem?” Annie said.

“Not so far.”

“What do you want?” Maddy said.

“Yeah, I have no idea if you’re a commitment kind of guy,” Sal said.

“Like you?”

“I’m, what, fifteen years older than you. I’ve reached an age where anything long term probably also means there’s a teenage kid or two who’s already been burned by an attempt at a blended family. I’m not going near commitment for another ten years when those kids are you and Tim looking for a first marriage.”

“You’re in your forties?” Timothy said.

“I am.”

“You look good.”

“I’m not interested.”

“We all know Sal is only looking for good times. Back to Trevor,” Annie said.

“I tried to pull the conversation off you, Trev.”

“Thanks, Sal. I am not against a committed relationship. I’ve had one date with Kate. It’s a bit early to pick out his and hers bath towels.”

“People still do that?”

Sunday morning, Timothy and I were jogging through the park. The weather had warmed up and Kate’s jogging reminded me Tim and I use to jog. He was happy to revive our Sunday jogs. Kate was the first topic on his mind. “You’re telling me this chick fucked you a bunch of times in this very park but you go on, counting last night, two normal dates and she goes home without you.”

“Yeah.”

“What do you say to her on these date that turns her pussy to ice?”

“I don’t think it’s that. Take the path on the right.”

“Then what is it?”

“When we hookup in the park, we don’t really talk except that one time someone was strolling by. It’s just a transaction. No strings. Dating usually involves strings. That’s the bench.”

We jogged up to the picnic table where I usually ate lunch. I sat down. Tim remained standing.

“I was hoping we’d run into her doing someone else,” he said.

“Of course you were. Sit down.”

“Is there a safe seat?”

I pointed to the other end of the table and Tim cautiously sat.

“I’m sure she and I aren’t the only people who’ve fucked on this picnic table, Dude.”

“I don’t know if I can go out in public ever again.”

“Yes, you will.”

“Did you setup a third date last night?”

“I said we should do something during the week. Tuesday, we’re going to see a movie.”

“If she likes to avoid talking, that might have been a mistake.”

“Yeah, maybe. We’ll see.”

Over the next couple weeks, a pattern emerged. I would spend Fridays at the bar solo with my friends. They were beginning to wonder why Kate wouldn’t come to the bar with me. Timothy and I were jogging every Sunday morning. With Kate, we’d hookup in the park at lunch on Wednesday or Thursday, go to a movie Monday or Tuesday, and on Saturdays, the dates began to start earlier and earlier.

Today was Sunday. The day before, we had spent almost ten hours together. Finally, she agreed to go to my place. That was the first time the sex had been slow and deliberate. She did not stay the night. But it felt like progress. After our jog, Timothy suggested I come to his place after for a beer.

“We shouldn’t really follow a work out with beer, Tim.”

“Whatever.”

As we entered his building, Kate was walking out.

“Fancy seeing you today?” I said.

She looked at Timothy. “Yeah. I’ve seen this guy around. You two are friends?”

“He’s Timothy.”

“Nice to meet you,” Tim said awkwardly as he shook her hand.

“He seems wholesome.”

I laughed. “If you say so. Where’re you going?”

“Shopping. Wanna come?”

“Do you mind, Tim?”

“No. I’m just happy to find out Kate isn’t some AI girlfriend you’ve been showing up pics of. Have fun.”

We spent the day together. I had a good time. We returned to her building afterward but she still didn’t want to invite me up. Not a problem. An hour after I got home I received a phone call from Timothy.

“What’s up?”

“You might want to sit down.”

I heard a woman’s voice in the background say, “You’re really going to tell him?”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this. And I’m being told to mind my own business. But I can’t.”

“What?”

“You’ve known Kate longer than you think.”

“What?”

“Her male roommate who’s an asshole and she doesn’t want you to meet?”

“You’ve seen him? Sure you have. You both live in the same building.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s me.”

“You? You live with Sal.”

Timothy didn’t say anything.

“You live with Sal.”

The obvious conclusion refused to click.

“I’ve got to go,” Timothy said. He hung up.

I had wanted to blow up her phone. Or Tim’s phone. Or Sal’s phone. I didn’t.

Monday, I received a hookup text for 12:30. I don’t know why I went to the park. When I got to the clearing, Kate was sitting at the bench facing away from the path. She was giving me a choice. I could walk up to her or I could walk away and she would have no idea if I had shown up at all. I probably stood there for five minutes unsure what to do.

I walked up and sat down on the bench.

She turned to look at me. Her lips trembled and I thought she was about to burst into tears. Her voice quavered as she said, “Hi, Trevor.”

“Hello.”

“Can you give me like five minutes uninterrupted?”

I said nothing.

“You’ve known the other me for almost a decade. You know I don’t do irrational things.

“I didn’t do all this for you at all. I wanted a change. In fact, it had nothing to do with you. I spent a lot of money to get one of those nanite injections. I don’t know if you know how it works. If you’re just making a change, you go to the offices and pick out a look, each one is unique and they give you the injection. They give you a six-pack of energy drinks. Literal energy drinks. The drinks wake the nanites and the nanites transform you into whatever you could afford to buy. The drinks last about a day and you get to test run the new you. If you are satisfied, you buy the nail polish, she showed him her fingernails. As long as the polish is freshly applied, you remain changed.

“I’ve been putting this polish on and taking it off depending on the day the last couple weeks. Ultimately, once you’ve decided never to go back, they give you a tattoo and the nanites are locked in.

“I swore Timothy to silence about this. But I never told him I was your Kate. He’s been calling me Sally. Please, don’t blame him for not telling you sooner. My heart died when I saw you and him yesterday. He didn’t say anything before I dragged you out shopping. But last night, he demanded I tell you. When I said… when I said I didn’t want to risk losing you, he flipped out. And then he called you.

“But I’m getting ahead of myself,” she said, pausing to wipe a tear from under her eye. “You probably want to know why and why you. It was totally random. The day you met the weird woman who fucks random men in the park was the first day I drank one of the energy drinks. It was literally the first time I looked like this.

“As I said. I didn’t do this for you. I had no clue you were in the park. After the changes finished I was pumped up. Sal is a frumpy middle-aged man, already in his decline. His knees hurt all the time. He gets back aches and his feet get sore easily.

“Suddenly, I felt good. Great. Fucking fantastic even. I dashed out of the apartment and went for a jog. It had been years since I’d been able to run. And when I came around the corner and saw you sitting there eating lunch. Well, I just had to prank you. And how better to prank you than to ask you to fuck a random woman in public.

“I swear. I didn’t think you would say yes. I would have bet hundreds of dollars you’d say ‘out’. But you didn’t. Remember I was feeling fucking fantastic. I bent over and I gave you shit about not being rock hard in my presence. It was hilarious. And then you shoved it deep into my virgin vag.

“I had been wrong about feeling great. At that moment, I felt fucking fantastic. After I jogged away it dawned on me what I had just done. When I turned back to Sal I didn’t want to do again. Six figures in cash wasted on one fucking fantastic jog and one fucking fantastic fuck.

“The second time we met, I knew you’d continue to eat in the same spot, I was so nervous. And you just jumped up and fucked me. I should have told you then. I managed to get my burner phone into your contacts. I was amazed you didn’t blow up my phone. Instead, you wanted a real date.

“I just wanted a body that didn’t ache and I spent a fortune to get it. And payment for my deal with the devil was lying to my friend. God. I’m so glad now Timothy, of all people, forced the issue. I don’t know what you’re thinking. I don’t know if I want to know. But, whatever you want to do going forward is fine. I made my bed. I hope you’ll lie in it with me.”

That was a lot to process. Sal was not a liar. Was Sal into spanking? I chased that thought away. She was so tense. I could tell it was killing her to wait for me to respond. And then it dawned on me, if I could tell how she was feeling, my own feelings must not be in flux. I was good. I laughed.

She wasn’t reassured and that made me laugh harder.

I reached forward and she leaned toward me. I cupped her head in my hands and pulled her closer. I closed my eyes and kissed her. Her entire body shuddered in relief and she kissed back. She was pushing me back as we kissed like she was trying to climb into my mouth. I leaned back and opened my eyes. She was on the tabletop, her legs straight out behind her. She was going to fall into my lap if I let her.

I pulled her sideways and she rolled off the table onto my lap. “Someone is a very naughty girl,” I said. And I gave her ass a sharp smack.

“I’m so sorry, sir. May I have another?”

I only managed to spank her a couple times before I was laughing again.

She sat up and leaned against me sitting. “What is so funny?”

“I really don’t know. The universe,” I said, catching my breath. “You wanted to be young. Why be a woman?”

“It was cheaper to be an above average looking woman than to be a good looking man. To be as great looking guy as I’d have wanted was pricier than this body. And since I hadn’t really slept with a woman in a while, I could continue to go without using a dick for long time. Besides, I found out that it’s better to receive.”

“Now you sound like Timothy.”

“Don’t be mean.”

“Why Kate?”

“You caught me off guard,” she laughed. “It was totally random in that moment.”

“You hadn’t picked a name?”

“I know. It’s stupid. As I said, Tim was calling me Sally but I didn’t like that name. I figured I’d try a few out before settling on one.

“I hope you actually like the name Kate.”

“When you say it, it sounds great.”

“Aw. And the spanking and probably exhibitionism?”

“Having traits like that actually lowered the price.”

“That’s... sketchy.”

“I’ve come to accept the people who run the nanite injections company are a bunch perverts,” she said with a laugh. “I didn’t see the downside to having those traits, among others you haven’t discovered. You’ve probably known women who need an hour to think about having an orgasm. Who needs that? With the two traits you’re aware of, I’ll never have that problem.”

“Well, I can’t wait to tie you down and tickle your feet properly.”

“Oh, fuck, don’t say things like that unless you mean it. Also, try to work on your domination.”

“I suppose I should buy some nice long feathers,” I said. It had the expected effect on her. “Look at you squirm.”

“You’re a meanie.”

We laughed. I tried to seem serious. “Friday. Are my friends finally going to meet the girlfriend who’s been avoiding them?”

“Yes. But the week after, our friends are going to learn the truth. I figure we need them to meet me without knowing I’m Sal for at least one week.”

“That’s fair. How will Tim feel about that?”

“He won’t say anything. He’ll be happy you know.”

“I am disappointed in one thing.”

“You are? What can I do about it?”

“When you were pouring your heart out to me, you missed a golden opportunity.”

“I did?”

“At the end, you should have said something like, ‘I hope you’ll accept me for who am I. I only ask, are you in... or out?’”

“Oh.“

I glanced at the end of the table.

“Oh!” She said. She scrambled off the bench. She leaned over the table and looked at me lustfully. “I’m in.”

So was I.

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