Caught in the Moment

I was at this little park near my apartment one night when I saw her. She's in her early twenties too, and we've exchanged polite smiles a few times but never more than that. That night, there were no others around, just us under the streetlights. We started talking, and it turned out she had been thinking about me too. Our hands moved to each other before either of us could blink. The cold bench felt rough against my back as I pulled her closer, our clothes coming off in a hurry. Her breasts were perfect, hard nipples brushing against my skin as I kissed them roughly. When we finally joined together, it was wild and frantic, bodies sliding and grinding until neither of us could think straight anymore.