The three messages from Stan that morning were short and sweet, and to the point (Stan doesn’t waste words!). And they were very sweet-sounding to my ears! “President Park at 10” “Hayley’s extremely horny” “You must muff her” Oh, how I absolutely love receiving messages like that!... Stan (by the way, all names have been changed to protect identities!) and I go back a long way, and he has been very good at including me in his fun and games. We’ve done a lot of fun things together, mostly involving me getting to watch him with various partners over the years, sometimes invited and allowed to join in, often with the ladies involved not knowing that I was going to “just happen” to be there. And on those occasions, once they were busy, they didn’t seem in the least to mind my walking over and getting involved. Stan has no problem at all performing in public, and most of our exploits have happened outdoors, at various venues around Gauteng. He also just happens to have great stamina, and can really keep going and going, rather like a Duracell bunny, and the ladies he’s been with certainly seem to like it! I knew about Hayley, as he had told me about them meeting up, how they had just clicked, and had formed a joint couples profile here, and have been having lots of fun together ever since. Hayley has been divorced for a few years, but, like Stan, has an extremely high sex-drive. She is a very attractive lady, and fortunately also not shy to be seen enjoying herself in public. All this I knew from what Stan had told me. But I had not yet had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know her. But it looked like today would be that day! The previous day I had been to Stan’s office, for a totally innocent and vanilla reason. He had some second-hand equipment that he was looking to sell off, and thought that I might possibly be interested, given my line of work. I was genuinely interested to check out the equipment, but I have to confess that I also had an ulterior motive in going to his office… I have previously had the pleasure (again a privilege!) of meeting and playing with Stan’s secretary Tammy. Tammy is an attractive married lady, who, like so many of us here, does not get quite enough at home to keep her fully satisfied. And so she and Stan have some fun when they can, at work, or out during site visits, or visits to clients or to pick up materials – wherever they can do it without raising the suspicions of the other staff members in the office. I had met up with them quite by accident during one of my very early visits back to President Park once lockdown rules were being relaxed (although nothing happened between us on that occasion). Then a few weeks later he told me they were going to be at the park at a particular time, and invited me to meet and join them there. And that was a fun occasion, where Stan once again showed off his Duracell-like prowess, and I got to do some muffing and fingering and more.... Stan knows that I like muffins!! 😊 Earlier in the week I had let Stan know of my movements and availability during the week, in the hope that he might make another arrangement for some more playtime with Tammy. But he told me they were going to go to a club together on the Thursday. I was welcome to join them there if I wished to. I had seriously considered it, but then reluctantly let him know that I didn’t think I would be able to make it. But, ever optimistic, I was hoping that maybe we could have some fun together when I visited his office, either there at work, or perhaps we could head for the park or the nearby stadium, once I had looked at the stuff Stan had for sale. As I walked down the passage towards Stan’s office, exactly on time for my appointment, I could see him sitting at his desk, but he was obviously talking to someone else in the room, who I could not see. I greeted Tammy as I walked past her office, and stopped just outside Stan’s door. I said “I see you’re busy. I can hang around for a bit, or come back later, if that suits you better.” He replied that they were pretty much done. Then the very attractive lady, who I took to be a sales rep (as she had what looked to be a business folder or a laptop in her hand), sitting in one of the visitor’s chairs opposite him, said “Yes, I need to go anyway.” She smiled briefly at me as she got up. She was wearing a loose-fitting green dress in a soft clingy material, with quite a short hemline. Stan walked her out to her car, and I admired her sexy walk and exquisite legs as she walked out past me and down the passage. I stood chatting to Tammy in her office next door to Stan’s, while he was seeing her out. Once Stan returned we immediately went out to the warehouse to look at the equipment. As we walked over, he said to me, with a big smile, “That was Hayley.” I said – “You bugger! Why didn’t you introduce me!” He said he felt it might be awkward, with Tammy right there in earshot, and so decided not to. I said I wished he had, and that I would love an opportunity to meet up with her. Apparently both girls are aware that he is playing with each of them. Tammy definitely is! And I think that there might be a little bit of jealousy going on there. Tammy had jokingly (or maybe not so jokingly) mentioned, during our previous session together, how she had been listening, through the thin dry-wall from her office next door, on a previous occasion when Hayley had visited Stan at work, and he had got up and closed and locked his office door, and soon there were the unmistakable sounds of Hayley’s pleasure emanating from his office. I could understand that there might be some awkwardness… So when the three messages came through next morning, I was a bit surprised (surprised but delighted!). I asked: “I thought you were going to the club with Tammy today? What happened?” His reply was “I changed my mind 😊 😊” And obviously I confirmed that I would join them at the park. I got to PP a bit before 10, and had a quick look around. There was just one other single guy – one of the regular wankers – sitting in his double cab under the poplar trees, door open, doing his thing. I drove past, seeing what he was doing, but obviously not showing any interest. I drove up to our favourite spot at the top of the park, which fortunately was unoccupied, and parked in the shade, in order to “reserve” the spot for Stan. It wasn’t long before the wanker, true to form, followed me up past the lapa, and then parked up behind the lapa, opened his door, and presumably resumed doing what he had been previously, hoping for company. I let Stan know that I had arrived, and where I was. He asked if there was anyone else there. I told him just the one single guy. I sat waiting, also with my door open, but not wanking! Soon another guy in a small brown car drove in, must have seen that there were a couple of vehicles up behind the lapa, and drove up hoping to “join the party”, parking in the shade of a tree between me and the double cab guy. Stan phoned at ten past, to let me know that he had arrived at the mall where he was meeting Hayley, where they could safely leave her car, and would be there ASAP. Again he asked if there were any other guys or couples around. I gave him the latest feedback, and asked if he wanted an audience and had he let anyone else know. He said that Hayley was fine with an audience, and no, he hadn’t, and suggested I could maybe let a couple of my mates know. He said they would however not have a lot of time once they got there, would unfortunately need to be finished by 11h30, as Hayley needed to get back to work. I sent messages to Jayson and Paul, both of whom are regulars at PP, and also good mates and known to Stan. Jayson luckily was working close by, and could get away from work, and said he would join us. Paul was obviously busy, and didn’t read my message until way later, by which time he had sadly lost out. Meanwhile, the guy in the double cab must have got bored – or finished – and drove off. The guy in the brown car drove around a bit, then returned to his shady spot, presumably expecting or hoping that something might be going to happen. Jayson arrived and parked next to me. We stood talking in the shade next to my car, waiting for the couple to arrive. The brown car guy stayed where he was, parked facing in our direction. Stan drove in in his bakkie at about 10h45, and stopped in the sun about ten metres from where I was parked. Through the reflection on the windscreen I recognised the face of the lovely lady that I had seen the day before, seated in the passenger seat. Stan got out and walked around the back of the vehicle, opened the passenger door and stood there, reaching into the vehicle, and she turned in her seat to face him. I have learnt my lesson on a previous occasion, about trying to join in too quickly, and stood there with Jayson, facing Stan, and waiting for the invitation to join them. And it happened very quickly! “Bruce, come and give me a hand!” As I walked over, I said “Are you sure it’s just a hand you need?” Hayley was sitting sideways on the passenger seat, her feet in their elegant high heels on the door sill of the bakkie, leaning back with her hands supporting her on the driver’s seat behind her, her legs spread. The skirt of her fancy dress was pushed up to her waist, and Stan was busy rubbing her exposed pussy. No panties were evident anywhere, but perhaps she had put them in her handbag during the drive from the mall. What a delectable pussy! I have seen, licked, fingered and even fucked quite a few different pussies in my time, but this was surely one of the loveliest that I have seen. Beautifully formed, clean shaven, the inner lips not too long or too short, protruding seductively from her labia majora, and with a small but beautifully shaped clitoris just protruding from the hood, as Stan had been getting her aroused. Absolutely – a beautiful sight for tired and deprived old eyes! Stan stood back, and gestured for me to take over. I did so with relish! I greeted Hayley, joking about how I wished I had known it was her when I met her so briefly the day before, but that I was so glad it was finally happening… I fingered her gently, exploring for the moisture I knew I would find, drawing some of it up and spreading it on her clit. But I had been invited – or was it instructed? – to muff her! I quickly got down on my knees on the soft grass, and her pussy and my tongue were at exactly the right height to be compatible. Stan and Jayson were standing behind me, and I knew that they would be looking out in case any unwelcome visitors arrived while I was busy. The bakkie was parked so that the open passenger door faced the palisade fence onto the game park, and their view was back down the park past the lapa. Stan had left the engine running, and the aircon was on to cool the interior of the bakkie, and the radio was playing, a little louder than I would have liked. I prefer to listen to the sounds of a lady’s pleasure. I probed Hayley’s pussy with my tongue. It tasted like sweet nectar, clean, delicious, tasty! I pushed in deep with my tongue, and felt her push back against my face. And then I muffed her, alternating my attentions between licking and gently sucking on her clit, and probing her vagina as deeply as I could with my tongue, licking her lips, tasting her juices, and savouring both her and the moment. I had my hands on her thighs, and then under her bum, pulling her in towards me. At one stage Stan lifted her feet, placing them against the upper edge of the door frame, which changed the angle of her pussy, making it easier to get my tongue in even deeper. With her right hand she gripped my arm, letting me know she was enjoying my attention. I felt for her boobs, but she was wearing a dress closed at the front, and a bra, and so her nipples weren’t accessible for me. But I massaged her boobs as best I could through her clothing, while keeping my tongue working where she enjoyed it. Stan went around the vehicle and opened the driver’s door. She reached a hand up towards him, undid the fly of his jeans, extricated his cock and wanked him. He reached in through the top of her dress as she lay back across the seat, and got a hand inside her bra, and when I lifted my face I could see him squeezing and kneading a boob. With the noise of the radio in my ear, I could not clearly hear her moaning, but she tensed against my face on a number of occasions, gripping my arm, and I gathered that she was enjoying what was happening to her. After quite a while (I have no idea how long, but it was a long muff, I reckon!) I realised that I was hogging all the action. I knew that their time was limited, and there were two other guys who were not really getting much of a show in. I stood up and backed away a bit, and gestured to Jayson that it was his turn. He fingered Hayley, while she wanked Stan, and I wiped my very wet face and watched the action. Hayley could obviously feel a squirt coming on, and was concerned about getting it on her dress. She lifted her bum off the seat so that we could push the back of her dress higher up on the seat, and get it out of the firing line! Stan took over fingering her, vigorously, and soon she started gushing! Just as well we had moved her dress out of the way. She squirted against Stan’s hand, and from there it dribbled all over the door sill and running board of the bakkie. I fingered her some more, and also had the pleasure of feeling her squirting all over my hand. Then she asked for a two minute break, please! We got her some loo paper with which to wipe herself (she was soaking wet), and then she lit up a smoke. Halfway through her smoke, Stan couldn’t contain himself any more, stood behind her and lifted the skirt of her dress as she faced Jayson and I, and again started to frig her vigorously. And it wasn’t long before she squirted again. Once more we moved her skirt to where it was out of danger, and Stan continued to play with her, causing her to squirt on a few more occasions, as Jayson and I watched the action. I was expecting that Stan would want to fuck her, but he didn’t. Their time was limited, and they needed to get back to her car so she could return to work. And it transpired that they had a play date with another couple that evening, and perhaps that was why Stan was saving himself… (not that he needs to!). All too soon it was time for them to have to leave! It used up quite a bit of the loo roll to get her sopping pussy dry enough for her to be able to get back into the bakkie and sit on her skirt without messing it. Jayson also left to get back to work. I drove out past the guy in the brown car, and we had a bit of a chat. He said he knew what was going on, but hadn’t seen any definite invitation to come over, and so had sat watching from a distance, not knowing what to do. From the way the bakkie was positioned, he wouldn’t have been able to see too much, but he certainly was aware that we were having fun! I had thought about motioning for him to come over, but that was really Stan’s call, and not mine. And Stan was far too busy having fun to be worried about someone who was evidently a bit on the timid side. As I advised him, perhaps next time, if he reads the signs right, he’ll edge closer (but not impose himself in our space as some guys are wont to do) to show that he is interested, and he’ll get the nod to come on over and be part of the fun… Hayley, it was an absolute pleasure finally getting to know you, inside and out! And I hope that won’t be the only time…