You took the bill to pass to me, but intentionally dropped the pen under our table. "Woops, sorry," you said. "Can you get that for us?" When he disappeared under the tablecloth, I saw you spread your legs under the table. He came up grinning with the pen and handed it to me. But that wasn't enough, you wanted him to look again, and, in fact, you wanted more than that.
"I think I lost an earring on the floor. It's right at my feet and I can't quite reach it. Do you mind?" He looked at you, smiling, and then at me as if to say, " Do you mind?" My smile was his permission. He went under the table again. You reached under the table and under your dress, your finger motioning him to come closer to your pussy. You spread your lips apart with your fingers. You could feel his hair on your inner thighs, and when you leaned your head back and sighed, I knew his tongue had found your sex. You put your thighs back together to lock his head in place, your hands caressed the back of his head. Trying to remain quiet, you came within a minute, pressing him into your pussy.
He emerged from under the table, his face shining from your wetness. He took the check, and when he came back, I told him, "If you leave with us, there'll be a big tip for you." He looked over his shoulder, presumably at his manager, and said, "Let me see what I can do." We could see him talking with his boss, a mousy young woman with glasses. After a minute of conversation, he took off his apron and put it over his shoulder. I filled out the tip, and we left. When we made the corner, we looked back and he was right behind us. We waited a minute for him to catch up, and the three of us walked together to our hotel room.
When we got to our hotel room, you and I started kissing, largely ignoring him, until you slipped your dress over your head and tossed it at his feet. You stood there, wearing only your heels, your breasts standing out proudly, tapering down to your hard nipples. We started kissing again, and you rubbed my aching cock through my pants. Without our lips parting, you took off my shirt, throwing it back over my shoulders and I shrugged it off. You moved down to lick and suck my nipples, one and then the other, while unfastening my pants and letting them fall to the floor. You pushed me back onto the bed, and I removed my socks and shoes. You made a point of making eye contact with him while you tongued up an down my shaft. Then you pushed me back onto the bed. Maintaining eye contact, you hovered over me and slid my cock into your pussy. You moaned as I lifted my hips off the bed to stroke you. Our friend couldn't stand it any longer, and was hurriedly taking off his clothes. When he got down to his underwear, a pair of tight gray bikini-type underwear, there was a dark wet stain in front. "Take those off. We want to see your cock," you insisted in a whisper. He slipped them off and his long, thick cock twitched at being freed.
You were riding my cock and he was kneeling beside us, watching us, stroking himself. I reached over and began stroking his balls. He was clean shaven like me. I pulled on his balls to bring his cock closer to my mouth. He put the tip right over my mouth, and he was so turned on that a clear strand of cum drooled down onto my lips and mouth. I stuck my tongue out to catch it. I stroked the underside of the head with the tip of my tongue while you watched intently, moaning as his cock twitched and his clear precum pooled on my lips. He started stroking himself again, and as he came he groaned with each spurt of his cock. The first one overshot and landed on the bed, but the smaller spurts went into my open, waiting mouth. Then I took him into my mouth, feeling the warm, salty jets on my tongue. With each throb, he moaned, until finally his cock stopped pulsating and he sank back onto the bed. You leaned forward and kissed me deeply, tasting his cum in my mouth.
