Blow Job Under The Table

Who doesn’t love date night? I know I do!

I love to get dolled up, smell good, perfect make-up with a plump pout. Pulling out all the stops. My strappy heels, precisely manicured toes and fingernails, and a tight, slinky dress that leaves little to the imagination. To have this as arm candy is a nice stroke to any man’s ego.

Of course, I chose the restaurant; I settled on a nice steakhouse. I really enjoy the ambience, dimly lit, dark, rich wood, and leather. As we’re seated, the waiter directs us to a table, and my beau redirects to a booth. I agree, I much prefer privacy. The waiter takes our drink order and gives us a few minutes to decide. Not knowing I am about to give him the best blow job.

I knew what I was— hungry to give a blow job!

But I couldn’t exactly order it from the menu. While we’re enjoying each other’s company, we get a bit closer. After a couple of rounds of drinks, the waiter takes our orders. While we waited, we continued flirting, my beau’s hands got a little friendlier. Next thing I know, his hand is up my dress, petting my pussy through my panties. While I was thoroughly enjoying him playing with me under the table, we were in a restaurant. What if we’re caught? That makes it all the more exciting. Maybe I could give him an alien probe here, too.

As our waiter is delivering our food, he looks at us suspiciously. I can’t say I blame him, being that my man had two fingers inside of me. After the waiter left, I put my leg over my date’s to give him more access. He started finger-banging me much faster, which caused a few pretty loud moans I quickly stifled. He ripped my underwear off me. Then dropped his napkin. As he went to retrieve it. I felt his breath on my inner thighs. As I feel him kiss along my inner thighs. I feel his thick, wet tongue trace my part, precisely parting my lips. As he expertly flicks my clit. Then he puts his fingers inside of me. I feel my climax building.

Now I have both legs completely spread in the booth.

He’s stroking my G-spot while devouring me. I couldn’t contain myself. As I began to orgasm, I tried to stifle my moans, but I wasn’t able to. The blow job under the table is all I am thinking of.  As I finish and calm my breathing, the waiter rushes over to check that everything is ok. I try to lie and explain that I burnt myself on my food. As my date comes up for air with his napkin in hand, he wipes his face. The waiter smirks, nods, and goes back to what he was doing.

Then we resumed our meal as if nothing had happened. As we continued, it seemed neither of us wanted the night to end. We were there later than most of the patrons. Only a couple remained as we ordered our dessert. While we ate our dessert, we playfully fed each other. He smeared some on my breast, then licked it off, then I did on his neck and sucked off. Then he pulled down my strap, exposing my breast, placing a little whipped cream on my erect nipple, and suckled it off.

Our waiter cleared his throat. 

He asks if we need anything, and we order another round of drinks. He informs us it’s last call. All I keep thinking about is that I want to take my date’s cock in my mouth and give him the best blow job. Something about hiding under the table and sucking his beautiful cock, giving this blow job, is making my pussy drip wet.

Soon, the waiter let us know he’d be in the back closing things up. My beau grasps my hands, kissing them, then places them on his lap, with a suggestive look. I can clearly feel that he definitely could use a little relief. As I looked around, pretty much the entire restaurant had cleared out. Only one couple was remaining. The waiter was in the back. I love to test limits. I am the Mistress of Phonesex, so I am a limit pusher. The coast was clear. Lucky for us, the booth was oversized. I slid up my dress as he eagerly unbuckled his pants, pulling his fat cock out. Normally, I would have sucked him off. But he had gotten my pussy nice and ready to go. 

This blow job is going to make his cock burst

Then I climbed over him to “sit on his lap”. I glided down his cock as he let out a moan. As I bounced on his cock, I attempted to be quiet. But the restaurant was so empty I really didn’t care. He tugs my straps down so he can grip my bouncing tits, using them as handles as he thrusts upward into me as I crash into him. With each stroke, I could feel him reaching deeper and deeper as I could feel that I was going to cum once more. He told me he was close to.

“I’m going to fill your pussy up”. He groaned. I let out a loud and long moan as I convulsed on his cock. My walls pulsate rhythmically on him. I felt his body’s response, jolting, as his warm, thick, hot load painted my insides. “Mhmm, good girl.” Suddenly, our waiter was back to inform us they were closing. He didn’t say much. I guess he enjoyed the show. Who wouldn’t want to watch me deep-throat a cock with a public blow job?

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