Mick and Shelly 2
Mick and Shelly Part 2
Mick stood up from his desk. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and walked toward the thermostat on the wall. His fingers traced the dial. Shaking his head and grunting at the thought of noise, he changed his mind and headed for the refrigerator. “God damn it!” He swore out loud when he realized there were no beers left.
The light from the open door made the clock on the wall visible. He stared at it watching the second hand jerk as he leaned on the cold refrigerator door. Two minutes after nine, and she had left him around 7:00. She promised she would be home by 11:00 and for him to be ready. He knew what ready meant and he knew she would have something fantastic to tell. It was all orchestrated and planned and he was anxious for her to return.
A fluorescent green plastic cup that would hold almost 3 times the liquid as a normal sized glass was in his hand and he was filling it with ice from the freezer. Since Shelly had come to live with him, little things like this were always available. A pile of ice cubes, taken from their trays and poured into a bowl, waiting for him to add to his drinks. Mick grabbed another hand full then filling it with tap.
He leaned his ass against the counter sipping the cool drink. There were things all over this room that reminded him of Shelly. The hot pink blender she brought with her and that she used to make his breakfast. Energy shakes she called them, something to help get him through his day. There was a banana rack sitting near the blender and a bunch of fresh bananas hung from it. He thought about the day she brought that in and joked what fun they could have with their food.
His mind then took him back again to that day in the park when they first met. She made him so hard when she backed up on him and rubbed her ass against him. Right there in mid day where everyone could see, a beautiful stranger rubbing her body against his. A smile came across his lips as he thought about her fears of getting arrested. When he realized that she was willing, he also realized what a gem he had found.
The picnic table was close by and no one using it. She sat comfortably on his lap with her legs dangling down between his. She caught her footing; holding on to his knees and gently rubbed her bottom against him. He held her hips, slipping her bikini bottom to the side. His fingers played with her wet spot. No one was very close to see details, but people were in the park everywhere. Mick knew that they could be seen, but people would just wonder, maybe stare, but no one would really know for sure unless they came right up to them.
Mick remembered how he poked his cock out of the leg opening of his shorts. He pressed it between Shelly’s legs with her bikini still pushed to the side. He went inside of her as she sat further down on him. She was hot, tight and wet with her walls hugging his cock. While he sipped his cold water with one hand, he clutched between his legs with his other. He wanted to get back to his journal, to finish the entry that he had started in his mind.
