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By: LadyHitchhiker (theLadyHitchhiker@yahoo.com)We’re going to Cavaleiri’s for our anniversary dinner. Little do you know that I’m not ONLY interested in the food. Of course you’re hoping to give me, your beautiful wife the fabulous hot rod ride, but you know you may have no choice in the matter after a big plate of the Italian Holiday. I’d never really forgiven you for comparing my favorite steak restaurant to the Nuggett, but I figured I’d make you pay for that tonight. I’d slipped the waitress a little bit of extra money to get us a more private room.
We’re ordering our food, and the waitress brings up bread and beverags. You can see the hungry look in my green eyes. You watch me as I take my coat off. What you see makes MR. BIg up, despite all your mental efforts to stave him off. I’m wearing a red satin crossover top with an obscene amount of cleavage, and you can see my black lacy bra hanging out of it. Your jaw drops. How could I be wearing something like that?!-In public?! In the room the waitress shoved us, we’re at a booth, but over these wooden tables were long while table cloths. You watch me lick my lips at you and you become even more aware of the tent in your dress pants. Your slacks aren’t so slack anymore. You’re shocked when you feel one of my feet rubbing your crotch. And then I’ve unzipped your pants and despite all your self-control, your hard cock has popped out of your pants and I’m rubbing Him with my foot. Honey, we can’t do this here! We could get arrested! You hiss quietly but sternly to me across the table. They can’t arrest us if they don’t know what we’re doing, I laugh quietly, slipping under the table in one fluid movement.
You want to stop me but you’re so turned on you can’t help it. I take you cock in my mouth and begin to suck on Him. Sometimes just playing with you is enough, sometimes I want the really big O, sometimes it doesn’t matter to me if you even get hard, and sometimes I just want to suck on Him. Just want to give you a good old-fashioned blowjob. This was one of those nights. One of those times. You can’t belivee how HARD your cock feels. You can feel ever movement of my tongue on you. I undulate my tongue, and it almost feels like my pussy. Like I’m fucking you in public. In my restaurant. ‘Oh my God!,’ you think. ‘Someone’s going to see us.’ But no one sees me. The waitress stops once to check and see if everything’s alright, and you mumble some sort of agreement. You’ve never had a blowjob like this. You’re super sensitive and everywhere I touch adds to the experience. The waitress leaves, and as soon as she leaves, you can’t hold off any longer. You cum into my mouth, and I keep sucking. You feel like you cum 20 times and you can’t stop me because you don’t want anyone to know I was down there.
I don’t stop sucking until I’ve cleaned you up and your hardon is gone. I sneak out to sit up in the booth seat across from you. I tighten my top up to cover ‘the girls’ a little bit better, and wipe my mouth in a exaggerated and prissy fashion with a cloth napkin. Another waitress appears. She asks us if we would like any appetizers. I smile mischeviously. No thanks. I’m ready for the main course. The waitress disappears again, and you look at me, dazed. What brought THAT on? you ask. How was it? The best ever. Again. What brought that on? you demand quietly. I’d always wanted to try it at a restaurant, I say softly, with a smile on my face. What do I ow you? you tease. It can be my turn next year, I suggest teasingly. God – you’re SO HOT! you whisper. I love you too. We both smile.
