Thou Shalt Not(62)

After a minute or so, I could feel her begin to loosen up, and the thrusting picked up in speed. My hands were on either side of her hips, and her arms were folded on the table in front of her, her head turned to the left and resting on her arm.

I grabbed her tightly and pushed harder, our bodies smacking loudly together, my balls slapping into her with every thrust .

I’m a guy. I love sex. But I usually liked long sexual sessions. Rarely would I go five minutes, or ten. Or even twenty. A normal go usually lasted at least an hour, incorporating lots of different angles and positions. But, as much as I liked the extended fucking, sometimes you just need a quick, hard, sweaty fuck. It was primal. And it was good.

If anyone had driven by, they would have probably assumed I was some local schmuck, fucking a hooker in the park so my wife wouldn’t find out. But Holly and I had always liked finding new places to have sex, and this had always been a place on my list to try.

“Harder,” she said, over and over. I pulled her hair back with one hand and reached around to feel her breasts.

I fucked her for a few more minutes before I started to pull out. I didn’t want her to have to deal with the aftermath while trying to work at a bar.

“Don’t,” she said, reaching a hand back to stop me. “Don’t you dare.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“You know where I like you to come.”

I rocked into her, burying my face into the back of her neck. Once...twice...I shuddered.

She turned around, wide-eyed, rocking the sex hair like no one else could. Her hands reached down and pulled her new panties back up. Then, she crouched down and took the tip of my dick into her mouth, and cleaned me off like she always did. The first time she did it I couldn’t believe it. I was even a little taken aback. But, it was something I loved and looked forward to just about every time. There was just something about it. Intimate.

When she was done, she stood up and leaned back against the table.

“Holy fuckballs,” she said. “What the hell was that?”

I stood with my feet outside hers and leaned forward, kissing her on both sides of her face.

“Are you complaining?”

“Did it sound like I was?”

“Well, don’t act surprised. Your pictures today got my mind going. I couldn’t shut it down.”

“And so, you decided that you were going to fuck me outside in a park while I was on my way to work?”

“Basically, yeah,” I said smiling. “At least I was considerate enough to pick a park that was on your route to the bar.”

“Such a thoughtful fuck you are,” she said, playfully slapping my face. “Your mother would be proud.”

“Are you still going to come over when you are done at the bar?”

“Fuck yes. You don’t get to come and then call it a day. You have to finish me off later. More than once for getting me all sweaty in my work clothes.”

“I think I can handle that.” I grinned at her.

“Good. And I need to get to work now,” she said, pushing me away from her and slowly walking to the driver’s side of her car. “Fuck you. If I am sore all night, I’m kicking your ass later.”

“Don’t cuss out your customers,” I said as she got into her car.

She had a mouth on her and was usually not one to mess with. Occasionally a customer would get lippy with her, or start making very crude comments, and she would have no trouble telling that person where they could stick their bottle of beer, and all the different ways they could go about using the bottle on themselves. The customers would sometimes complain, but everyone who worked with Holly, loved her. Sometimes, she would get embarrassed by how she reacted. She would rarely admit to it, but I knew it was true, So, I liked to give her a hard time about it every once and a while.

She started the car and reversed back onto the road. She rolled her window down as she put her car in drive and smiled before pulling off.





I drove home and showered. The baseball game started at seven, so I didn’t have to rush, but I couldn’t waste much time either. The stadium was about a twenty-minute drive away, but then I would have to find parking, stand in line at the gate waiting for them to scan my ticket, and then work my way through the crowd to my seat. I knew from the tickets that my seat was probably somewhere in the outfield section. I felt bad letting the other ticket go to waste, but there wasn’t really anyone I wanted to spend my evening sitting next to.

I put on a pair of white shorts and one of my navy blue Rays’ shirts. I wasn’t really a fan, but you couldn’t live in the area and go to games without at least pretending to root, root, root for the home team. Although, it really wouldn’t be a shame if they lost. They had gotten good at it.