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After Ashlee surprised both of them with a blow job on the road a few minutes into their first date, J.D. pulled into the restaurant parking lot.
Ashlee couldn’t believe what she’d done, but she didn’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.
If he was going to go around with a huge, magnificent black cock like that, how could she be expected not to suck it? She was already wondering how long it would take him to recover so she could try again.
J.D. also didn’t feel uncomfortable. He knew Ashlee was fun to be around in class, and when she went blonde, he thought she might have a wild side, but he’d had no idea how wild.
He glanced over at her in the passenger’s seat and watched he large breasts bounce slightly as he drove over a speed bump.
He couldn’t see her ass right now, but he had stolen enough looks at it to know it was tight and round. She’d had her way with him on the way here, and he couldn’t wait to find out when he’d get the chance to sample what she had to offer.
He parked and went around the car to open her door for her. As they walked toward the restaurant, he slipped his arm around her waist.
Despite their recent activity, he could feel his crotch stirring already as she pulled tight against him and added a little extra sway to her walk.
Just before he opened the restaurant door for her, Ashlee leaned over and spoke into his ear. “Strangest thing,” she said. “I’m kind of full right now.” She then walked past him into the restaurant with a smirk.
Things didn’t go well once they got inside. The maître d glared at the young black man with arm around his blonde white girlfriend. Even though J.D. had made reservations, they were asked to sit and wait in the lobby for several minutes.
J.D. fumed. Ashlee tried to make conversation, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
She spoke quietly to him. “Do you think he’s treating us differently because you’re black and I’m white?”
J.D. nodded, eyes wide.
“You think he’s racist?”
He nodded again.
She put her hand on his chest and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
“Well, tuzla escort what do you think he would have said if he’d seen us a few minutes ago?” she asked. “When your thick black cock was spraying cum into my little white mouth? What would he do if he knew I could still taste you on my lips?”
She ran her tongue over her lips and purred,
“Mmm.”
She slid her hand down his chest—not far, but enough to send a message about where she’d like it to go. Then she pulled back and looked at him, eyes sparkling.
He smiled, in spite of his mood. “Damn,” he said. “You’re a handful, girl.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” she said.
Their buzzer went off then, signifying that their table was ready. A hostess took to menus and led them across the restaurant to a table in a secluded back corner, about 20 feet from the door to the kitchen.
J.D. frowned again.
“Now what’s wrong?” she asked.
“They hid us in the back,” he said. “So no one else would see us.”
“It’s all in how you look at it,” she said. “They just marched us past everyone in here. They all saw us. They’re all imaging us together right now.”
He pursed his lips, fighting off a grin. “OK. You win,” he finally conceded.
Despite her positive attitude, it became clear they weren’t getting the highest level of service. They had a long wait before someone brought them water, and an even longer wait before they returned to take their order.
“Maybe they knew we wanted a little privacy,” Ashlee suggested.
“For what?” he asked.
She smiled a mischievous grin.
“What?” he repeated.
“Take it out,” she said.
“Are you nuts?” he asked. “They’ll kick us out. They’ll have me arrested.”
She ruffled the long tablecloth and said, “No one will see. Besides, they’d have to come back here to catch us.”
“Us?” he asked. “What are you going to do that would get you caught?”
“You’ll see…if you just take it out.”
He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
She watched him reach under the table and fiddle around. Then she heard göztepe escort the unmistakable noise of his zipper. He squirmed in his seat to free himself.
“There,” he finally said. “Happy? It’s out.”
She lifted her side of the tablecloth and peeked under. “So it is,” she said.
It was hard already and pointing across the way at her. It looked as amazing as it had in the car.
Since J.D. was about her height, she’d decided to wear flats on their date, no stockings. She slipped the one off her right foot and straightened her leg under the table.
She gently twisted her foot into J.D.’s crotch. He jumped slightly.
“Cold feet?” she asked and ran her toes up and down the length of his cock. Then she did the same with the arch of her foot.
“No,” he said. “I just…wasn’t expecting that.”
She pressed the soft bottom of her foot against his length. Then she peeked under the table.
“Just as I thought,” she said. “About a foot long.”
“But then again,” she said, “I have tiny feet.”
She kicked off her left shoe and had that foot join the right. She sandwiched him between her feet and rubbed his dick back and forth. She poked her left foot underneath him, putting it flat against his seat and lifted his ball sack with the top of her foot.
She hefted it a few times, feeling the full weight of his balls. She wrapped the toes on her right foot around the tip of his penis and gently pulled it down.
J.D. felt her soft feet working against him. Blood was throbbing in the tip of his cock, and he’d never felt so big before. He began to slowly thrust his hips against her feet and closed his eyes.
Then, all of a sudden, both feet were gone. He snapped his eyes open and quickly looked over his shoulder to see if someone had come out of the kitchen door.
Ashlee was looking at him, still with the mischievous grin.
“Do me a favor,” she said. He felt her foot rub against his calf, moving up his leg slowly.
“What?”
“Pick up your spoon.”
He unwrapped the rolled-up napkin in front of him and pulled out a soup spoon.
“Now üsküdar escort throw it on the floor under the table.”
He hesitated. She pressed her big toe against the base of his shaft and moved it in slow circles, gradually applying pressure.
“Ok,” he said, and dropped it under the table, where it made a “clink clink” noise as it hit the floor.
“I’ll get that,” she said and slid down her seat and disappeared under the table.
“What are you doing,” he whispered, looking wildly around. No one was close to them or paying the slightest bit of attention.
He lifted the tablecloth, but she quickly said, “Ah ah. No peeking!”
Both of her hands gripped his cock and guided it downward until he felt it enter the warmth of her mouth again. One hand slid down and began to knead his balls.
In the car, she had explored him. Now, she hungrily devoured his meat, moving her head furiously and sucking hard. It was like she knew the waiter could return at any time, and she needed to hurry.
J.D. looked over his shoulder and saw the kitchen door swing. No one came out , at least not yet, but someone was standing right there.
“Ashlee,” he said. “I think someone’s coming.”
Somehow, she picked up the pace, with her hand and mouth.
He fought the urge to just give in and looked over his shoulder again. The waiter was now leaving the kitchen. He began to trudge toward them, in no hurry.
“I mean it, you’re going to have to finish that later.”
Ashlee was clearly on a mission. She was not going to stop.
Pleasure overwhelmed him. Before too long, he didn’t care if they got caught or kicked out. All he could think about was her tongue and lips, engulfing him.
He let go, spraying cum in huge spurts. If she hadn’t been there to block it, it felt like he would have knocked the table over with the force of his spray. He came and came and came, letting his breath out in a huge gasp.
Just then he heard a voice and opened his eyes.
“Are you ready to order,” asked the waiter in a bored voice. He was standing at the edge of their table now.
Just then, Ashlee popped up on her side of the table. She nonchalantly wiped her mouth, then looked away from the waiter and smiled at J.D.
She held up his spoon.
“Got it,” she said. She held it out to the waiter. “We’re going to need another one.”
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