After Ashlee surprised both of them with a blow job on the road a few minutes into their first date, J.D. pulled into the restaurant parking lot.
Ashlee couldn't believe what she'd done, but she didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.
If he was going to go around with a huge, magnificent black cock like that, how could she be expected not to suck it? She was already wondering how long it would take him to recover so she could try again.
J.D. also didn't feel uncomfortable. He knew Ashlee was fun to be around in class, and when she went blonde, he thought she might have a wild side, but he'd had no idea how wild.
He glanced over at her in the passenger's seat and watched he large breasts bounce slightly as he drove over a speed bump.
He couldn't see her ass right now, but he had stolen enough looks at it to know it was tight and round. She'd had her way with him on the way here, and he couldn't wait to find out when he'd get the chance to sample what she had to offer.
He parked and went around the car to open her door for her. As they walked toward the restaurant, he slipped his arm around her waist.
Despite their recent activity, he could feel his crotch stirring already as she pulled tight against him and added a little extra sway to her walk.
Just before he opened the restaurant door for her, Ashlee leaned over and spoke into his ear. "Strangest thing," she said. "I'm kind of full right now." She then walked past him into the restaurant with a smirk.
Things didn't go well once they got inside. The maรฎtre d glared at the young black man with arm around his blonde white girlfriend. Even though J.D. had made reservations, they were asked to sit and wait in the lobby for several minutes.
J.D. fumed. Ashlee tried to make conversation, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
She spoke quietly to him. "Do you think he's treating us differently because you're black and I'm white?"
J.D. nodded, eyes wide.
"You think he's racist?"
He nodded again.
She put her hand on his chest and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
"Well, what do you think he would have said if he'd seen us a few minutes ago?" she asked. "When your thick black cock was spraying cum into my little white mouth? What would he do if he knew I could still taste you on my lips?"
She ran her tongue over her lips and purred,
"Mmm."
She slid her hand down his chestโnot far, but enough to send a message about where she'd like it to go. Then she pulled back and looked at him, eyes sparkling.
He smiled, in spite of his mood. "Damn," he said. "You're a handful, girl."
"You don't know the half of it," she said.
Their buzzer went off then, signifying that their table was ready. A hostess took to menus and led them across the restaurant to a table in a secluded back corner, about 20 feet from the door to the kitchen.
J.D. frowned again.
"Now what's wrong?" she asked.
"They hid us in the back," he said. "So no one else would see us."