After a diligent search, I finally located a restaurant that would work for our next encounter. I needed a quiet place, dimly lit, with a moderate amount of traffic. Most of all, I needed a reasonable maitre d' who would not throw us out in the midst of the fun.
The restaurant that I selected is located on the edge of downtown not too far from the University. It is moderate in size with about twenty tables. The tables have long cloths that reach to the floor making them perfect for my plans. The corner table I have chosen has a curved, padded bench seat with additional seating provided by two chairs.
Fran and I arrive early, and the maitre d' seats us at the chosen table. Two other tables have diners, but they are in the middle of the room some distance away. You are not scheduled to arrive for nearly half an hour, and of course you never arrive on time anyway, so Fran and I take the opportunity to relax over drinks.
"So what does Meg know of your plans?" Fran asks as she sips her margarita.
"Nothing. I asked her to meet me here for dinner. She does not even know that you will be here."
"Do you think she will be okay with it?"
"Oh sure. She's a great sport, and she told me recently she wanted to try something risquΓ© in a restaurant. She may be a bit surprised at what I have planned, however, because what I think she had in mind was touching my cock or having me pet her pussy while we chatted. But I am sure she won't mind our elaboration on her fantasy."
I glance at my watch. "Meg should be here before too long. Why don't you get ready."
Fran finishes her drink and takes a quick glance around the room. The other diners are focused on their meals, so no one notices when she raises the table cover and slides beneath it. A moment after Fran's disappearance, I feel her hand on my knee. I did not think that Fran would spend her time unproductively, so I am not surprised when I feel her part my legs and move between them. The sound of my zipper seems loud and intrusive, but I am sure it is inaudible to anyone but Fran and me.
Fran carefully exposes my cock which is already growing hard as a result of her touch. The first flick of her tongue across its head causes me to twitch involuntarily. She flicks it repeatedly, spreading her warm, slippery saliva across its surface. I move my hand beneath the cloth and rub her thick head of hair in response.
I feel her lean forward and wrap her lips around the swollen knob of my engorged cock. The feel of her wet mouth wrapped around my ready cock nearly makes me cum, but I know that it is too soon, so I restrain the urge to fill her mouth with my hot seed. She parts her lips and slips them slowly down along the shaft, then back up again so she can swirl her tongue around the knob. Then back down again, farther this time, so my entire cock is surrounded by her warmth.