Dick Hickey

It’s not often that Holly and I had lunch free at the same time. We were always too busy during the day. It was infinitely easier to see each other during the day than at night, when I always had to have “meetings” scheduled or some other nonsense emergency. And that was only when she could get away from her boyfriend for a “girl’s night.” For us, “under the cover of darkness” was always the biggest risk.

So my phone buzzed that special little buzz that told me the text was from her. I quickly read it…

“Hey… What are you doing? I got a couple hours free.”

I was between meetings. It was 11:00 and the next meeting was at 1:30. I was on my way back to work to check emails. So I texted back…

“I’m out. Was gonna grab lunch. What’s up?”

“Meet me at Subway and then let’s go to the park.”

And off I went.

I really have no clue what I ordered to eat. All I remember is seeing her there… that soft blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, perfectly curved short girl body… tight ass, perky tits. God, I wanted her. We hadn’t actually fucked yet, but we already knew each others bodies in about every other way you could. And when she gave me that first hug — her body pressed close to mine — I could smell her full sweetness. My cock went hard immediately. She felt it, gave me a soft kiss, and then ever so slightly pressed herself harder against it.

We drove up the mountain to the park. It was a school day, so no kids were there. Just some businessmen sitting in their cars eating and jerking off to whatever porn they had on their phones, and the occasional joggers enjoying the crisp but not cold mid-autumn day.

We didn’t stay in the car. No. It was too beautiful a day for that. Instead, we walked with our food to a nearby picnic table. We ate. We talked. We laughed.

And then we got down to business.

We might as well have been two virgin teenagers when we first started to kiss. Tentative… giggling… soft. But the electricity I felt from feeling her lips against mine quickly relaxed me. I can only guess she felt the same, because I could feel her slowly melting into my arms. Her kiss became both softer and more passionate. The warmth of her tongue in my mouth excited me more, and I could feel my cock throb.

Her lips wandered to my neck while my hands rubbed up and down from her neck to the small of her back. She then moved her lips up to my ear, and breathed so seductively. I grabbed her closer, and then she straddled me on the bench. She slowly began to grind down on my cock, while my hands grabbed her by the waist, pressing her down onto it.

It was my turn to nibble her ear and kiss my way down her neck. And then I was there, my face buried in her breasts. She had a little bra on and a v-neck shirt, showing some cleavage. It was not difficult for me to pull down her shirt and bury my face in her breasts, while my hands now went up her shirt. I ran my fingers lightly down her back, while her hands ran through my hair as she pressed my face more firmly into her breasts. I could smell her perfume mingling with her natural sweetness. I wanted her more and more.

She pulled away. Her face was flushed. We both were breathing hard. Her back was still arched as if my body was still pressed against hers, my face buried into her chest. My cock pulsed against my pants, wanting to get out.

She looked at me. I looked at her. She mentioned something about us being able to be seen. I said I didn’t care and moved towards her, grabbing her firmly around the waist. We were back in each others' embrace, lips locked and bodies feeling hot despite the chill in the air.

This time, she did not straddle me. Instead, she sat on the picnic table top, learning back, with her ass only half on the table. Her legs were open, exposing her silk thong under her knee length skirt. I leaned into her, my left hand around her lower back, while my right hand this time went up into her shirt and quickly found a way to unclip her “frontie” bra. I could feel her nipples — hard already — harden more as my hand came over them. My lips moved down from her warm mouth to the soft spot at the base of her neck. Then down further, kissing and nibbling her breasts while my hands pushed them up into my face. Her hands found their way inside my shirt, pressing hard against my back and arms.

My dick so desperately wanted to be inside her. Her pussy so desperately wanted my dick. As we continued to passionately kiss and hold each other, we began to grind harder. She positioned herself so that the bulge of my dick began to rub against her thong; against the opening to her warm and now very wet pussy. I could hear her breathing deepen… I could feel her pulse begin to race… I heard my own heart pounding hard inside my chest, sending more and more blood to make my dick even harder.

We continued like this for several minutes, breathing harder, kissing deeper, and becoming more desperate for each others' body by the second. Then she pushed me off of her and walked away a few feet. Again, we stared at each other, lust pouring from our eyes. I so wanted her. With barely even realizing I was talking, I told her that I wanted to fuck her. She responded without hesitation that she wanted to fuck me. I said I didn’t care who could see. She said she didn’t, either. Then she asked if I had brought a condom.

My heart sank.

I am usually a guy who is always prepared. I pride myself on that. But I was not. I had left the house so focused on the day's meetings that I had not even thought to bring protection, especially because it is so rare when Holly and I were able to meet during the day. But all I could say was…

“Fuck.”

Holly was a fiery woman. Her passion — even more than her body — is what attracted me to her. She launched herself at me. She yelled at me for forgetting the fucking condom, and she began to hit me both playfully and in anger.

I begged for forgiveness… and then giggled. She hit me on the arm harder for that.

And she was in my arms again.

We went at each other with a passion and fire that I have rarely ever felt. Her arms grabbed at my arms, my chest, my ass, and my back. My hands were all over her, grabbing at her tits, pulling her hair, and grabbing her by the lower back, pressing her against my cock, which was now pulsing and feeling sticky as the precum started to seep out.

She pushed me down on the bench and was on top of me again, pressing hard against the bulge in my pants. I have never dry humped with that level of intensity. I know that my cock was inside her pussy during it, though the clothes blocked us from the orgasms we so desperately wanted. We breathed, we moaned, we kissed, we bit. For what seemed like both an eternity and a second, we went at each other with wild abandon, until finally, she separated from me for the final time.

“We have to go,” she said, breathlessly, her face flushed.

She was right. So with one more passionate kiss, we parted ways.

As I got into my car, I looked down and noticed what seemed like a small ketchup stain on my pants. I cursed, but was glad I had a sweater I could put on to cover the stain. And I drove off to my next meeting.

That night, after the meetings and dinner and usual nighttime rituals, I went to the bathroom to change and get a shower. I looked again at my pants. The stain was there, but this time much bigger. I thought that odd. So I took my pants off, and noticed the stain was also on my underwear. That made no sense to me. I remember thinking to myself that ketchup stains do not go through pants to underwear… It just doesn’t happen.

And then I stopped, realizing what had happened.

I pulled my underwear off. Looked down at my dick. And realized that the dry humping was so intense, that I had rubbed my dick to the point of bleeding. It was badly injured. It was… in effect… a hickey on my dick.