A Hand Job At Dinner
“But it’s our only night to spend together before you go on business for two weeks!” I said disappointed. He sprung on me at the last minute that he and I were having dinner with his business partner and new clients. Maybe it’s time for a hand job under the table tonight.
“We will be together babe, it’s just dinner with colleagues and then we’re going home.” he explained.
Obviously I knew that but I was so looking forward to a quiet, private, little spot in town, where we could enjoy the food, the night, and each other. My pussy was aching at work thinking about all the nasty, and fucking erotic things that man was capable of and I couldn’t wait until he was all mine again tonight…the whole night. Oh wait, this stupid dinner is slowing everything up!
When we arrived at the restaurant. It was this really pretty corner spot, very sleek and with a beautiful terrace.
Joining the table of way more people than I expected, we had seats all the way on the end. This huge group of people and the spot we were seated had me thinking. I smiled, chatted, put on the fucking Oscar winning performance of the year, so over it, but in the back of my mind I was devising a plan. I’m not going to be patient tonight. I feel like being bad and he’s going to love it! Little does he know earlier in the day, I was thinking about our last date night…we were seated at dinner so privately no one else could see us in the restaurant, maybe just a couple.
After feeding me a piece of the food my legs in his lap, he pushed them apart and discovered I had no panties. He expected it though, that’s our little date night rule no panties for me. He began sliding his fingers along my drenched slit and biting my neck. I arched to give him better access….that night ended with a broken base board and scratches and bite marks all over our bodies. Fucking animals, let me tell you!
Chatter, chatter boring conversation
No I didn’t catch that last episode of Dr.Phil random man’s wife, I have a life! This dinner is drying me up, I need to go back to thinking about the fuck fest he and I are having once we’re home. Feeling my juices beginning to drip I decided I was going to return the favor from our last date night.
We looked at each other and smiled. When he turned away I started moving my hand closer to his leg then closer to his crotch. He looked down surprised and looked at me again as if he wanted me to move my hand, but I didn’t. My dexterity had to be everything here because with one hand I unzipped him pulled his cock out, and placed the dinner napkin back over it. This cock is fucking mine and it’s twitching like it wants a hand job. I know you’ve missed these hands, running up and down your shaft, wrapped so tightly, throbbing harder and harder in my hand. I sipped my wine as I nonchalantly gazed away still going to work feeling his cock now fully erect. He coughed and covered his mouth. Only I could tell but it was also a very low groan.
I began pumping my hand faster and faster
I began pumping my hand faster and faster, reaching down for his balls too as I felt his legs shaking. Fuck his balls were so full, just packed full with my creamy sweet treat. I could feel the heat of him in my hand and his hand landed on my thigh squeezing and pulling me closer. At this point he could barely hold a conversation and I was amused by his inability to focus. I felt one more hard twitch from his cock and I pulled my hand away quickly. He let out a huge gasp of air and looked at me. Begging me with his eyes to keep going with the hand job. Uh-uh bad boy. You don’t get to cum yet. This is what you get for springing last minute plans on me. And just fucking wait until you see how I’m gonna let you cum later tonight.
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