Dulcinea: Pickles

The phone rang as she unlocked the door. She knew it was him, even before she answered it. This was the time of night he always called. Grabbing the phone, she answered with a breathy “hello.”

“I love your voice when it’s like that,” he said, and she smiled, sinking into the soft chair by the phone. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” he asked. “You sound out of breath.”

“I just got home,” she answered, letting her shoes slip off her toes to crash to the floor. “Long day at work.”

“Oh. I can let you go, so you can relax, or whatever.” She heard the disappointment in his voice. “Don’t you dare hang up,” she cried. “Talking to you always makes me feel better.” He chuckled. “But, if it won’t bother you, I will munch my dinner while we talk.”

“Go right ahead,” he answered. His delightful voice trilled through the details of his day, and he added input to previous conversations they’d had while she ate her sandwich. She even described the little deli she frequented, and told him all about the wonderful dill pickles they had.

“Yech. I hate pickles.”

“You hate pickles?” She pulled the giant beauty out of the bag, smiling as the tangy aroma wafted to her. “I don’t know about you, dear. Pickles are a big part of my life. I adore them. What if you wanted to kiss me, but I had pickle juice on my lips?”

“You’d have to lick your lips to get it off.” She laughed, lifting the pickle to her mouth. Biting off the end with the stem, she was rewarded with a burst of salty juice. Slurping to keep it from running down her chin, she laughed again. “Geez, this is a juicy pickle.”

“You’re eating one now?”

“Oh, yes. It’s a big one. Two inches wide, about five inches long. I like to suck the juice out, then suck the seeds into my mouth before biting into it.” She slurped more of the juice away, prodding the soft seeds with her tongue. “Yummy,” she pronounced.

“Maybe I should call back later.”

“What’s wrong?” She didn’t like the tone in his voice. “You said you didn’t mind if I ate while we talked. I can save the pickle until later.”

“Oh, it’s not that. I don’t care if you eat while we talk. But the pickle…” He paused. “Listening to you eat the pickle is starting to affect me.” “Affect you?”

He groaned. “Hearing you suck on the pickle is making me hard. Sucking the juice and the seeds, imagining that thick phallic symbol sliding between your lips…..” He sighed. “I should just call back later.”

She blushed, resting the pickle on the edge of the sandwich wrapper. “I’m sorry,” she stammered, trying not to laugh. “I never imagined…”

“I know you didn’t realize what affect you were having. And I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I’m sorry. Go ahead, eat your pickle. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I can save it for later,” she repeated. The blush had faded, her eyes twinkling. A mischievous smile appeared, and she lifted the pickle to her lips once again. “Of course, this is a really good pickle. So hard, and so fat. I love to suck on big thick pickles like this.” Wrapping her lips around the pickle, she sucked it into her mouth, moaning as it slid over her tongue. When at last she slid it out, it was well coated with her saliva. “MMMMM. Oh, no! Some of the juice is dribbling out. I should catch that with my tongue….”

She heard his breath catch on the other end of the phone. With a loud slurp, she sucked in the juice, then licked across the top of the pickle. “Sometimes I like to press my tongue flat on the pickle, and just run it around.” She demonstrated, knowing the sound translated across the phone. “Is there something wrong?” she asked innocently, in response to his soft moan.

“No. Nothing.” His breathing had changed, growing faster, almost becoming a heavy pant. “Go ahead. Eat your pickle.”

“I think I will.” She squirmed in the chair, getting more comfortable. Hearing him, knowing he was turned on by her little exhibition was making her excited. Her panties were getting damp. “I’ve also found that raking my teeth along the skin of the pickle offers an interesting texture and flavor. I suck as much of the pickle into my mouth as I can… so that it’s touching the back of my throat…. and then pull it out, raking my teeth across it.”

She was rewarded with a heavy groan. “You know, I can think of an even better pickle to suck on,” she said suggestively.

“You wanna suck on my pickle?” he asked.

“Oh yes!” She dropped the green pickle into the bag, then stood, letting her slacks fall to the store. Dropping back into the chair, she slipped a hand into her panties, her finger easily sliding between her soft lips. “I want to wrap my lips around the head of your cock, and suck like a baby sucks a bottle. I would lick up all the precum, tasting you….” She moaned, her finger rubbing across her swollen clit. “I’m getting all excited, thinking of you sitting there, all hot and bothered because of me.”

“Oh really!” He chuckled deep in his throat. “Well, I’m sure when you suck on my pickle, I could be tasting your honey…..”

“Sounds good to me!” They laughed together. “But you know, tasting your precum isn’t enough. I want to suck all the seeds out.” He groaned again, louder than before. “I want to wrap my lips around the head and start sucking my way down the length of your cock. Inch by inch, you could watch it disappear into my mouth, and I would keep sucking until I had it all. The head would be at the back of my throat, and I would moan, making my throat vibrate around your cock….”

“Damn,” he panted. “You are really getting to me. I’m going to shoot all over….”

“Really? You’re going to shoot thick wads of cum into my waiting mouth? If I had your cock in my mouth right now, I would feel it twitch and grow, feel the head all swollen and hot. I would be caressing your balls, rolling them in my hand, while my tongue rubbed across the underside of your-”

With a loud cry, he erupted, moaning and calling her name. Her own orgasm began, tripped from listening to him cum. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was his tongue rolling across her clit, slipping into her pussy.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he whispered. “And you came with me!”

She smiled, blushing a bit. “Should I apologize?”

“NO!” he cried. “No. Don’t. I enjoyed it. More than you know.” He was silent a moment, catching his breath. “You are an incredible woman,” he whispered.

She laughed, closing her eyes as she imagined lying beside him while their bodies calmed down, enjoying the feeling of flesh against flesh. “Wait until you can see what I can do in person…..”

~There are worse hobbies than jousting windmills~