The restaurant is intimate and secluded. Our booth is in the back, and we are more or less isolated from the few other patrons who are enjoying their meals tonight. As we are sitting close to each other, talking quietly, my right hand has slipped under the floor-length table cloth, and is tracing lazy patterns on your leg. "What are you doing?" you ask, pretending not to know.
"OH....nothing." I smile wickedly.
The waitress comes to take our order, and you wonder if she knows that just out of her line of sight, I have moved my hand further up your thigh, and are gently beginning to tease you, bringing you life. The waitress looks at us and smiles, oblivious to what's taking place just under her nose, and leaves. My wicked smile returns, and I nudge my fork until it falls off and under the table.
"Oops!" I say, pretending to be worried. "I dropped my fork! Looks like I'll have to go and get it."
"Yeah, it sure looks like it," you say, winking at me.
I look around the room, making sure that nobody is watching, and then quickly slip under the table.
You feel my hands on your legs, gently easing them apart so that I can get closer. My fingers quickly undo your belt and unzip your pants, allowing me access to you. I reach inside your boxers, gently pulling your cock out, which is already beginning to harden and thicken. You try and act as natural as possible, smiling politely and giving no indication that a beautiful woman is now stroking your cock with her hot hands under the table.
You shift in your seat slightly to be more comfortable, and your eyes snap wide at the first feel of my tongue flicking across the tip. A gentle lick here, a tease there, and then you feel the exquisite warmth and wetness of my mouth enclosing around you, taking you in. You can't contain a slight groan, and you slide down the seat just a little further. You reach a hand under the table and gently caress my soft hair, which is falling around my head, tickling you as well.
I take you in long, slow strokes with my mouth, and then alternate flicking my tongue along the underside of your tip, and then swirl around like I'm licking a lollipop.
I slide your cock back in my mouth, and begin sucking gently as I begin to bob my head gently up and down. It's almost more than you can bear, and you can feel that you're not going to last must longer. The thrill of being so private in a public place is so exciting, and it brings you even closer. I continue sliding my mouth and tongue along your length, fully intending to send you over the edge.
You're so close, and I feel you stiffen as I quicken my pace. You can't take it anymore, and with a sudden gasp from you, I send you right over the edge, shooting your thick, hot streams into my mouth. Again, and again, you feel yourself coming. You close your eyes and grit your teeth and try not to call out my name. All too soon, the moment has passed, and when you open your eyes, you are seeing stars and me wiggling up from underneath the table.
My wicked smile is back, and I gently dab at the corner of my mouth with my napkin. You can't believe what has just happened and you lean over and kiss me gently, your taste still on my lips. You smile and so do I.
The waitress returns. "Would you like to order an appetizer?" she asks.
"No thank you," I say, "I just had one.
Okay... let's see...next ...
We are at JC Penny's in the mall, in a dressing room. You are of course are with me... while I was picking out some classy yet sexy clothes for my church Christmas party. It was one of those nights when the mall was open late for the holidays, and a few last-minute holiday shoppers were rushing around, but it was pretty dead and deserted. There wasn't even anyone working the register of the particular department we were in, at least not when we went into the dressing room. We went into the big stall meant for handicapped people, all the way in the back of the dressing room. I quickly ushered you into the stall, because being a man, you really aren't supposed to be in the dressing room in the women's department.
I am in a bit of a rush, as the store had to be closing pretty soon. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and struggled and wiggled and attempted to pull them down as quickly as possible because I was rushing, but of course, I pick the day I'm going shopping to wear the tightest jeans I own. Going eighty miles an hour, I'm wiggling and kicking off my shoes at the same time, when I feel one of your big hands make a nice slapping sound on my half-exposed ass, and your other hand sliding down the front of my pants that aren't yet off. Both my face and my pussy, I'm sure, reddened from the sudden touch. Your breath is in my ear, "I'll bet I can get those pants off of you."
"Baby, we're in a dressing......" I started to protest, but it was too late, and I was already trying to catch my breath. Half a second later, you are on your knees, my pants are around my ankles, and you have my thong pulled over to the side as you tasted and devoured every delicious fold and crevice I have.
The ecstasy takes over, and I am completely unaware at first that I am moaning audibly in a dressing room, until the distant whistle of a sales clerk brings me back to Earth. I bit my bottom lip to quell the moans escaping from my lips, and tightened my grip on the clothes-hanging bar in the dressing room as you part my legs further while teasing my ass with your tongue and alternately placing light slaps and then squeezing my ass with your huge, rough hands.
I've always loved a working man's hands. By now, your breathing is louder than my moaning previously are, and again, we hear the whistling sales clerk, and both of us briefly held out breaths, but her shoes tap-tapped off into the distance. We switched positions, because I am in agony with not being able to feel you in my mouth.
