Carla stretched out in the last of the sunshine, her hand in Peter's as they lay back on the grass, surrounded by the remains of their picnic.
Looking down the hill, she saw several other couples still around, also enjoying the unexpectedly warm evening, but the park was definitely getting quieter.
Turning to Peter, she squeezed his hand gently.
"Can you believe it's been six months?"
"I know" He grinned. "Bet a few people thought we wouldn't last this long hey?"
"Wasn't sure myself" she admitted, resting her head against his shoulder."When you turned up at my flat that night - it was all so unexpected."
Peter looked down at her. "That night I knew I had to be with you."
She smiled. "Getting soppy again are ya?"
Laughing, Peter pulled her in for a long kiss. "No more than you are"
"If you say so darlin'".
For a while longer, they sat talking. But eventually even her leather jacket wasn't warm enough, and she reached over for the blanket they'd brought.
Noticing her shiver, Peter moved around so he was sitting in front of her, leaning back against her.
As he pulled the blanket over their legs, Carla wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Times like this, I wish we could have a glass of bubbly"
"With me it would be the whole bottle" he said wryly. "Then five more."
She giggled, hands on his shoulders, massaging him gently.
"Still - days like this need celebratin'". Then with a soft kiss on the back of his neck, she lowered her voice. "Although I can think of some other ways to celebrate."
"Mmm" He turned to kiss her, his hand on her knee. "Si's at his mates, so we've got all night."
"Good." Her eyes flashed as her mind filled with ideas. She paused for a few moments, then added. "What if I can't wait that long though?"
He looked puzzled as she pulled the blanket higher, covering up to their waists.
Then he understood, as she slid her arm around underneath the blanket, her hand lightly resting over the crotch of his jeans.
"Carla we can't…" He shifted back away from her hand.
"Why not?" she whispered, replacing her hand, her heartbeat quickening in anticipation.
As she applied more pressure she felt him getting harder beneath her fingers.
He turned to her, his expression conflicted.
"There's people around!"
She checked that the blanket was completely covering her hand. As far as anyone else would see, they were just a happy couple, innocently relaxing on a spring evening.
She stifled a smirk. Her intentions were far from innocent.
"Have a look" she insisted. "No-one'll see anything."
As Peter looked around, realising no-one had any idea what they were up to, she began moving her hand, lightly stroking him through the rough denim.
Hearing his breath catch, she laughed softly. She knew exactly how to arouse him and she'd hardly even begun yet.
"Enjoying that?"
He didn't answer, but pulled her face towards him, kissing her with undisguised lust.
As she kissed him, she carried on stroking him under the blanket, her hand softly moving back and forth along his length. He was now fully erect, his cock straining against his jeans, responding to every movement of her fingertips.
Getting increasingly turned on herself, Carla shifted awkwardly, pressing closer to him.
Breaking their kiss, she whispered into his ear so that no-one else could possibly hear.
"You know what I want?"
"What?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal.
"You. Inside me. Now."
"Carla…" He was almost pleading. "Stop it!"
Even through her lust she knew this was out of control. They were surrounded by people in the middle of a park. Somehow she didn't care any more though.
Pressing her breasts seductively against his back, her lips on his neck, she began stroking him again, frustratingly at the denim separating his skin from hers. His cock felt harder than ever against her hand, and so tempting.
As slowly as possible she ran her hand from the base of his cock to the head, watching his face as she tightened her grip around him. His obvious pleasure turned her on even more.
"Couldn't we though?" she whispered. "Under the blanket?"
"You're crazy!"
With a clear effort of will, he moved her hand away from him. His breathing was harsh, his eyes semi-closed as he tried to take control of himself.
"All right." Sighing in frustration, she finally gave up. "Would've been fun though."
After a few deep breaths, Peter turned to her, resting his forehead against hers.
"Look, I've had enough police aggro this year without getting done for public indecency."
She giggled, biting her lip.
"Don't you want to be indecent though?"
"God yes" He kissed her with passion, taking his revenge as he reached to her breast just for a moment, before moving his hand. "Just not in public."
"Let's find somewhere private then" she suggested instantly.
He thought for a moment, then stood up suddenly, holding the blanket in front of him to conceal his arousal.
"I know a place"
He reached for her hand, pulled her to her feet and started to lead her away from their picnic.
"What about our stuff?" she asked, taken by surprise.
"We can get it later."
Her desire won over, as she followed him along a gravel path between the trees.