Rick pretended to read his paper, watching the couple on the park bench across from him over the edge of the political section.

“Come on, do it, Jessica.” The man told his woman.

“I can’t, Damon. Someone might see.” Jessica whispered back, giggling as Damon inched his hand higher beneath her miniskirt.

“That’s the whole point. Come on. Do it for me.” Damon leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. The woman glanced at Rick but his eyes were glued on the words in front of him as if he had not even seen them.

“There is a man right there.” She said under her breath.

“For me.” Damon repeated seeming to know her resistance was fading. Rick lifted his eyes, watching her catch her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about the proposal. Come on, Rick though silently. Come on.

“Maybe for just a second or two.” She gave in and Damon grinned.

“That’s all it’s gonna take me.” He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, and then tugged his zipper down. He pulled out his dick already semi hard.

“Okay, come on. Nobody’s looking.” Damon slid forward on the bench and ran his fingers over his length until it stood erectly out at her. He slipped his hand around her back and coaxed her forward.

She glanced around and Rick made certain his eyes were on his paper again. He felt heat start to tighten a knot of tension inside of him but he lifted his gaze when she looked down at Damon’s cock again.

“Suck it.” Damon told her, giving her another little pull towards his dick. She leaned down until her lips almost touched him.

“You’ll say when someone’s coming?”

“Of course.