We chatted about mundane things as Charles left arm was around me, my head on his shoulder as he was massaging my left breast. I was not wearing a bra. I had a sleeveless, red silk tank top that had a V to my cleavage. At times, my nipples would press nicely against the fabric, sending the message of no bra. Charles hand made a move to go inside the V to feel flesh.
“Let’s go dance, please.”
Charles pressed a button, the light came back up, and the curtain opened. I was shocked to see over half of the booths were enclosed in curtains. Charles grinned at my expression. The dance floor had just a few people on it. I smiled and said, “Let’s do a dance or two and then come back and you can pick up from were I interrupted you. He smiled and I heard, “Sure babe, let’s shake our booties.”
While dancing I knew when we returned to the booth things were going to warm up. When I was ready for whatever he was going to do, I said, “Please excuse me Charles. I’m going to find my way to the ladies room and then join you.”
I heard, “Let me escort you, and I will go to the bad boys room.” We giggled and went to make ourselves comfortable.
When we returned Charles pressed the button, the curtain closed, and the lights dimmed. I heard, “Take a sip of the wine then place yourself in my lap facing me so we both can be comfortable.”
As I took a sip of my wine I heard, “Oh god I’m, I’m, oh…”
I did not let on that I heard the moans of pleasure. I panicked. My heart palpitated, blood flowed to my pussy lips, and my nipples hardened. It was fortunate that I thought of inserting a panty liner when I was in the powder room. I knew I was going to need it.
I decided he could continue from where we left off before going to the dance floor. I crawled up in his lap before he even dimmed the lights and closed the curtain. It was obvious by now 75% of the people had privacy and I knew what was going on. I had enough wine in me that I did not care if a few saw me getting into Charles’s lap.
He was smiling as the curtains were closing and as the lights were dimming as our lips made contact.
Soon my hands were holding his face, our tongues were dueling as Charles was slipping his hands up my top to go for the breasts. I had not tucked the top in after inserting the liner, knowing he wanted to go for my breasts and I wanted him to go for them.
After a few minutes of breasts massaging he broke the kiss and asked, “Karen, may I extract my cock from the confinement? It is distracting me being restricted.”
I smiled, lifted up assuming he was going to straighten it in his trousers. I was shocked when he lowered the zipper, reached in, and pulled it out. What I saw of it in the dim light made me inhale lots of air. It was larger than my mind had envisioned and I knew ever nerve in my pussy would feel it when the time came.
“Thanks Karen, that feels much better. May I help you to remove your top?”
I did not flinch at the request. I lifted my arms above my head as he lifted my top. With it still around my neck and my boobs exposed, Charles mouth inhaled my left breast. Out of my mouth came, “Ohoooooooo,” as he lifted the top over my head. His left hand went to my right boob as he suckled the left. He proceeded to alternate between them and the one in his hand he was rolling the hard nipple. God his tongue was wicked on them and the sucking was the best they ever experienced. His lips must have been made for doing it.
I was building and wanted to cum. I did not want to have him fuck me in the restaurant. I wanted it in my bed so we could stay connected all night.
“Charles let’s cool it. This is getting to me.”
“Karen why don’t you kneel, undo your tight fitting jeans, insert a hand into your panties and get yourself off while sucking on the chocolate piece pressing into your stomach.”
I inhaled at his suggestion closed my eyes, took a deep breath and decided to go through with his suggestion. Everyone else in the place had to be doing the same from the moans and groans I was hearing; beside I needed the relief.
I slipped to the floor, undid my jeans, took his cock into a hand, and slid the other hand to my pussy. My liner was soaked already.
I licked all around the head before licking towards his balls and then back up to the head. I opened my mouth, took the head in, bobbed a few times, and then removed my mouth as I trailed to his balls again with my tongue. I discovered h shaved his balls and he used aftershave. It was intoxicating. I took one ball into my mouth and heard him groan. I massage it with my hot wet mouth, let it fall out, and replaced it with the other one. Charles placed a hand softly on the top of my head.
After ministering to the second ball, I used my tongue to trail up to the head again. His cock-head filled my mouth. My jaw was aching slightly from getting his hard meat into my mouth. I finally managed to get enough in to where I would be close to gagging.
I began with a slow bobbing of my head. His cock grew harder. He soon was making slit lifts with his hips. Both of his hands were on my face, holding the sides gently.
It dawned on me I was always prepared to spit a guy’s cum into a towel or hanky but had not prepared for Charles. I did not want to break the mood as he was humping faster. I did not want to tick him off because I wanted his cock to do me later.
My orgasm was taking control of my brain and body, which caused me to forget about him cumming. I moaned my orgasm on his cock making sure I did not lose contact or bite him.
Charles’s hands left my face. He leaned forward a tad and placed them on my breasts. I began to whip my clit faster and harder with my finger as he began pinching and rolling my nipples.
I had another orgasm in a matter of minutes. Before even calming down, I withdrew my hand from myself and wrapped one around Charles’s cock and the other under his balls. I stroke his cock fast and massaged his balls. He dropped his hands from my boobs, his balls drew up to his cock, he stiffened, he growled, and fired his man juice. The force was so hard that the first two volleys shot down my throat. I was startled, besides making me feel wonderful in pleasing him; I continued to swallow the rest of his delivery. I continued to hold his cock in my mouth while it softened and his breathing became normal. He gently removed my mouth from his cock and whispered, “Come up here and kiss me.”
I did that and then after we had reached a peek of frenzy again with the tongue duel I heard, “Stand and straddle my legs. Let me drop your jeans and eat you to another cum.”
I pushed back and said, “Here, now?”
“Sure why not?”
My mind agreed.
I did as he suggested. He pulled my jeans and panties down at the same time and buried his face into my pussy while I stabilized myself with my hands on the restaurant’s wall.
After watching his head digging further into me and his tongue searching out ever nerve, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings that were building. Soon I was humping my pussy to his face wanting faster tonguing and deeper.
I stiffened to cum, opened my mouth for air as two fingers shot into my pussy causing me to orgasm violently and cry out, “Oh god.”
My body thrashed as his fingers fucked me.