Time to Order
He had been looking forward to their meal together as he had heard that the restaurant she had booked was something special. As they walked through the door he could tell Sarah had chosen well. An immaculately dressed waiter took their coats and showed them to a delightful table near a window, overlooking the river.
Although there were other tables nearby, it felt private enough that they could talk normally without being overheard. Menus were handed gracefully to them both as soon as they were settled. The waiter glided off leaving them alone to choose from all the delights on offer.
Two years to the day they had been together and still very much in love. Sarah was staring intently at the menu. He loved her so much it hurt but in a nice way. He loved the way she played with her hair, the way she said his name, the way she smiled and that cute way she twitched her nose. Sarah closed her menu and put it on the table. He realised that he had been busy watching her and had not looked at the menu.
'Well darling I know what I want,' Sarah declared and he felt her hand on his leg. It moved up his thigh until it reached his rapidly hardening dick. Her fingers traced the outline, hidden from view by the crisp white linen tablecloth. Should he stop her, but it felt so good. He tried to desperately concentrate on the menu but with Sarah's teasing he could not take in any of the words.
Her fingers deftly found the zip and pulled it down slowly. He looked at her in a pleading way but she just smiled with a wicked glint in her eye and pushed her hand inside his trousers. Without thinking he opened his legs to make it easier for her to get at his now raging hard cock.
Sarah reached inside the vent in his boxer shorts and cupped his balls, lifting them out from between his thighs. He groaned as she massaged them with a wave like motion of her fingers. With her other hand she picked up her glass of water and took a sip. To outsiders she looked totally innocent but if only they could see under the table.
She stopped fondling his balls and with gentle coaxing pulled out his cock. Ever so slowly she pulled back his foreskin exposing his throbbing helmet, before letting go of his stiff shaft. What had she in mind?
Sarah brought her hand above the table and before he could say anything she had popped her thumb in her mouth and was sucking it in the most suggestive way. He was mesmerised. A few moments later and her hand found his dick again. She ran her wet thumb over his slit while gently wanking him. He lifted his bottom from the chair to try and heighten the sensations he was feeling but she stopped and squeezed him hard while slowly shaking her head. He would have to endure the agony of her being in control. Her hand movement was steady and precise. Surely, she wouldn't make him cum, here in the restaurant. He closed his eyes and willed her to speed up and finish him off. Sarah just kept her slow agonising steady rhythm.
Approaching footsteps made him open his eyes. It was the waiter seeing if they were ready to order. Sarah immediately started flirting with him, smiling in that way of hers that would give most men erections in an instant. She was playing with her hair with her free hand, twirling it with her index finger just behind her ear. Her other hand was still wanking him under the table.
'What do you recommend?' Sarah said huskily.
'The steak is particularly good tonight,' he replied.
'That sounds good, doesn't it darling.' She turned away from the waiter and smiled. Her hidden hand was now moving faster up and down his cock. For good measure she gave it a little twist each time she reached the top.
'How would madam like it?' the waiter asked.
'My meat? Oh, I like my meat very well done with plenty of thick hot white sauce.' Surely the waiter knew what was going on, but if he did he carried on professionally.
'Would madam prefer new or roast potatoes?'
'I think the new potatoes will mop up more of the lovely sauce.' She was now wanking his cock hard and fast and he knew it would not be long before he would shoot his spunk all over the underside of the table.
Sarah kept her cool composure and ordered her vegetables as well as a couple of drinks. Then it happened. He felt his balls tighten and his cock throb. She obviously sensed that he was about to shoot as after two more jerks she pulled his foreskin right back and held it there. He swore he felt the slit in his helmet open as the first jet was forced from his hot throbbing cock. Her hand moved again then stopped like before. With the second spurt he couldn't help letting out a groan.
'Is sir alright?' the waiter asked politely.
'He hasn't been well recently, not enough protein,' Sarah answered as she wanked out the third and fourth jets of spunk.
'What will sir be having?'
'He'll have the same as me,' She smiled, 'only he doesn't need all the white sauce.' He felt the last of his sperm ooze from his helmet. Sarah kept wanking his cock, but now with a more loving gentle action.
When the waiter left to take their order to the kitchen, she brought her hand above the table. He could see by the candlelight that it was covered in his sperm. She raised it to her mouth and started to lick it off.
'You filthy woman. Just wait until we get home.'
Sarah paused, 'I was hoping we wouldn't have to wait that long.' She stuck each finger in her mouth in turn and sucked them clean. 'Mmm, a perfect starter.'
What did she mean? Normally Sarah flirted in public but nothing else. Nothing like what had just happened.
'Well what about your starter?' Sarah took a breadstick from the glass vase in the middle of the table and offered it towards his mouth. He bit off a couple of inches and crunched it.
'Was that a bit dry for you darling?' Before he could answer she had pushed her chair back slightly, raised her dress and parted her legs.
'Silly me, I must have forgotten to put on my knickers and I seem to have made this chair all wet.' From his angle he couldn't see more than a bit of bare thigh above her stockings.
'Ooh,' she squealed quietly. He guessed she had penetrated herself with the breadstick. He saw her hand move back and forth a few times and then she offered it to him again. Several inches glistened. This time he licked it all over before biting off the end.
'Nice?' Sarah asked. He nodded and her hand disappeared between her legs again.
'Not the same as a good solid cock, but pleasant nonetheless.' He was fed the whole of the breadstick in this manner, savouring her sweet taste.
'Now we mustn't spoil our dinners.' He felt her hand on his shrivelled cock once more but to his dismay she carefully pushed it back into his boxers and did his trouser zip up. She then pulled her dress back down and leant forward and kissed him. He could taste himself on her lips. It seemed to compliment her sweet love juice perfectly.
'I hope you can get another erection for me soon as I don't think I can wait until we get home.' Sarah smiled innocently. 'If you can't manage it I might just ask the waiter to give me a good hard fucking.' He didn't think she was serious, but then her display tonight was totally out of character.
The rest of the meal was eaten without incident and he had just paid the bill when Sarah said that it would be a good idea if they went to the toilet before the long drive home. He was about to push open the door of the men's toilet when she took his hand. 'No,' was all she said. She led him into the ladies and pushed him straight into the furthest cubicle. She had obviously been watching the door and had known that the toilets were empty.
'Get your cock out and sit on the toilet,' she hissed. It only took him a few seconds to drop his trousers and boxer shorts. His dick was already waving about as he sat on the seat. Sarah stood in front of him and raised her dress until her slit came into view.
