At dinner Saturday, amid chicken and ribs and barbeque sauce and napkins, I said, "So you want to hear about last night?"
"Sure," he said with genuine enthusiasm.
I looked around. The place was full but we were in a booth by ourselves and there was a larger group behind me and just the wall behind Jerry. I didn't think I could be overheard.
"Well, we had a little dinner, she came over, I showed her the apartment and yada, yada, yada. She went home about 9:30," I said, channeling the old Seinfeld act.
"Very funny," he said with a smile.
"OK," I said, "stop me if it gets too graphic for you." And keeping my voice low, I told him the whole story. I left out the part about my bald pussy. That would be a surprise for another time. At one point he interrupted and said,
"So, you two hot babes are standing there naked from the waist down, in the dim light, her hand on your ass. Have I got that right?"
"I see you've been paying attention," I replied
"Man, that's hot!" he said
As I continued with the tale, I could see his imagination was working hard and he was shifting around slightly in his seat. I was wondering if he was hiding a tent under the table.
"And Marie went home about 9:30," I concluded.
"Wow," was all he said. He sat back and looked at me as if we had just met. With my elbow on the table I propped my chin on my hand and just looked back at him. As if coming back to reality, Jerry abruptly rose from his seat a little, leaned over the table and kissed me.
As he sat back down, I said, "I should have mentioned this before, but this is just between us. Marie and I agreed, it is NOT ok for you to share any of this with anybody. Got it?"
"Sure. No problem."
"Should we go?" I said.
"Uh, I need to wait a minute before I can walk through the restaurant. Geez! I feel like I'm back in high school."
Smiling at his predicament, I slipped off my sandal and found his knee with my foot. He was wearing some baggy basketball shorts and I was able to slide my foot up the inside of his thigh under the shorts.
"Well, that's not helping," he said.
I said, "If you can make it out to the truck, maybe I can help you with your problem."
"So, what's the weather supposed to be like for the next few days?" he asked in a concerted effort to change the subject.
I laughed and said, "Clear and sunny as far as I know. Tell ya what: I'm going to the ladies' room. Maybe we can leave when I get back."
Jerry's old truck didn't have a lot of amenities but that big bench seat had some advantages. I slid over next to him as we pulled out of the parking lot. I immediately ran my hand up his thigh where my foot had been. I discovered he wasn't wearing any underwear under those shorts. They were pretty spacious so I was able to fondle his junk. His dick was pretty responsive and soon it was as erect as space would allow.
"Pull over," I said. "There in that parking lot." It was mostly dark by now and there wasn't a lot of business at the Home Depot by this time on a Saturday. He found a spot way at the edge of the lot and backed in against a tall hedge.
As soon as he turned off the engine, I got up on my knees on the seat and kissed him rather hungrily. Lots of tongue and barbecue sauce. He slid the seat back on its track and said, "Geez, you'd never guess we just ate."
"I've been kind of wishing I had the sausage," I said with a grin. I helped him work the waistband of his shorts down over his prong and when it sprang loose, I dove in.
I started with just my hand. Since he was already primed, I milked a big clear drop of pre-cum out the end. I smeared it around the head of his dick and with that lubrication the sensation increased for Jerry and he said, "Ahhh."
I grasped his shaft toward the head and pumped slowly. Gradually, the lubrication evaporated and I resorted to my tongue. I licked all around the head and down the shaft some while holding and squeezing the base. I licked the underside of the head which I knew to be particularly sensitive and he said, "Ooooh."
Then I took his head in my mouth and sucked and tongued while pumping his shaft a little faster with my hand. Now his knees moved a little further apart and I could feel his hips twitching under me. I wasn't a big fan of deep throat - it left my throat sore - but a little shallow throat wasn't too bad. With my hand still pumping, I bobbed my head up and down with his pole poking me just at the start of my throat. Keeping my tongue in play and my hand rhythmically stretching the skin of his dick, I could tell he was close. Given all the clothing and close quarters, I knew I was going to have to swallow this one. So when he started to buck and strain and thrust his hips, he came and I did.
As he gradually returned to the here-and-now, I got back up to a sitting position. I was glad to find a bottle of water in a little clip-on cup holder. He tugged his trousers back up, slid the seat back to driving position ran his hand through his hair and then grabbed the wheel. I said, "So how was that for a dessert course?"
"Sweet!" he replied and put his arm around my shoulder. "How was it for you?"
"Well, I'm used to a little sweeter flavor to my desserts but It was kind of fun all the same."
While we were driving back to the apartment building, I said, "I've got an assignment for you."
