[FM] Food Delivery Guy Catches Me Blowing My Boyfriend For His Birthday (F31)

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I woke up early, and took a shower while Phil slept in bed. I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and I saw that he had woken up, bed head and all.

“Happy birthday, babe! How’d you sleep?” I asked.

“Good. You?

“No complaints!” I smiled and turned while dropping my towel, making sure that my boyfriend got a full view of my naked body. I pretended not to notice him staring while I got dressed: a white thong, black stay-up stockings, a skirt, a matching lacy white bra to keep my C cups in place, and a white blouse.

All dressed, I turned to Phil and asked him how I looked.

“Good enough to eat,” he chided.

I glanced down at his pajama pants and saw that he was already pitching a tent in his pants. Today was going to be fun.

I approached Phil, trying my hardest to appear sultry. I reached down and grabbed his dick through his pants. “Is this for me?” I asked.

He groaned, and nodded. It was clear he was ready for some birthday sex, but I wasn’t ready to give it all up just yet. Memorable was what I was going for, here.

I dropped to my knees and helped his dick out of his pants, and opened my mouth, extended my tongue and licked his engorged mushroom head, careful not to let lips touch cock (I know, I’m mean).

He moaned as I circled the tip with my tongue, and he tried to thrust his hips between my lips, but I always pulled back.

“Are you ready for some birthday fun?” I asked.

“Fuck yes!” He said, closing his eyes. But instead of giving him what he wanted, I stood up and tucked him back into his pants.

“Well, you’re just going to have to wait a little longer.”

My guy just groaned. “Really??”

I gave him a kiss, sliding the tongue that had just tasted his cock along his lips. “Really really. All good things come to those who wait, you know.”

“And don’t you dare play with yourself today.” I continued. “I need that thing in tip top shape for my birthday plans to succeed.”

With that I went back to the bathroom and did my make up while Phil got in the shower. I had to head to work, but I wrote him a little love note.

After I finished writing, I hiked up my skirt, slid my thong off and laid it on his pillow as a present and left for work.

Work was more than a little distracting. I went over my plans for Phil’s birthday in my mind many times–including the spicy parts.

When it was about time to head home for the day, Phil texted me, “Sorry, babe. I have to work late tonight.”

“On your birthday!?!?” I texted back. He was going to ruin my plans for him!

It was a whole thing, and regardless of how much I pleaded, he said he had to stay and finish.

“Well you can’t starve!” I texted again. “I’ll be there in 15 for dinner, a small break won’t hurt anyone.”

“Haha! Ok, but it can’t be too long. See you in 15.” He responded.

So much for the fancy restaurant reservation–that would take too long. I opened a popular food delivery app, and ordered some grub from a place we both like. The driver was supposed to arrive at his office about 10 minutes after I got there. Dinner to go in my car is still romantic, right?

I got to his office and parked in a secluded part of the parking lot and told him to come out. He found me and got in the car. I gave him a slow kiss and wished him happy birthday again.

“Thanks, sweetie, I just have to finish this work by tomorrow. I’m so sorry I ruined your plans!”

My hand went to his leg and I purred. “You haven’t ruined anything.” With that I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Within a moment I had my lips wrapped around my lover’s cock, bent over the center console of my car (which is often a feat in and of itself!).

“Oh, yes!”

After a couple minutes of slow sucking, my phone buzzed. The delivery driver had arrived and I left instructions to text so that I could tell him where to drop the food off. I told him where my car was parked and went right back to sucking cock knowing full well that I was about to get caught giving a blowjob.

We had done things in the car before, but it was usually dark and secluded with little chance if getting caught–this was different. I was bent over in the front seat of the car in the broad daylight in a relatively populated parking lot with a dick in my mouth. We were both a bit in to exhibitionism and the thrill of getting caught.

Another minute or so went by when I heard a tap on the car window behind me, my ass facing the food delivery guy. By the noises Phil was making in the car, I’m sure our guest could guess from my position and movements and my boyfriend’s face exactly what was happening.

I popped up just long enough to say “Reach over me and roll down the window,” before treating myself back to some more meat.

“Are you serious?” He asks. I think he could tell I was when I didn’t stop.

Phil reached over me (which coincidentally pushed him deeper into my throat) and rolled down the window.

“Jenni?” The driver inquired.

“Mhmm!” I sounded around my boyfriend’s meat.

“That’s her!” Phil responded. He took the food and rolled the window back up.

I heard a moan. “He’s gone, babe.”

I popped off. “How are you enjoying your birthday dinner?”

“Amazing! That was so fucking hot!”

I returned to my work at hand, blowing him in long slow strokes, going as deep as the center console cutting into my ribs would allow. I wasn’t interested in making this as quick as possible. Usually Phil would cum pretty quick from my blowjobs. But it was his birthday, and call me mean, but I didn’t want to let him off easy on his special day–I wanted the biggest load his balls could afford to give me.

Still, I knew he was getting close–I’d been sucking his cock for way longer that he usually lasts. My jaw was getting pretty freaking sore! I swirled my tongue around Phil’s cockhead as my hand churned my saliva down his shaft.

“Fuck.” Phil moaned.

Without warning, I took his dick out of my mouth, leaving my BF’s cock standing tall and twitching, clearly desperate to cum. I pretended to ignore the anguished look on his face and reached for the food. “God, I’m hungry! Let’s eat!”

I opened up my box to eat my nachos.

“Wait. You’re done?”

I giggled. “Patience is a virtue you know.”

He sighed and started to zip himself back up. “Take your hands off that zipper, mister. I’m not done with you yet.”

He smiled, but obeyed and picked up his dinner and we ate and talked about our day. When we finished, it went quiet and I glanced back down at Phil’s still semi-erection hanging out of his pants.

“I think it’s time for my dessert,” I smile at him before coaxing him back to full mast with my hand.

This time, there would be no holding back. I devoured my lover’s cock whole like it was the last eclaire in the donut shop, bobbing up and down as deep as I could go. I wanted him to know that I craved his cum, that I was desperate for it.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum, babe.” I think he got the picture.

Phil let out a long moan before I felt his dick spasm uncontrollably and unleash a flood of warm spunk in my mouth–and I refused to stop until every last drop had been swallowed.

Once I was finished I sat back up. “Yummy,” I teased “best dessert ever!”

“Oh my God. I can’t believe you did that.” He leaned over and kissed me. We made out with his sperm still fresh in my belly and the taste of it on my tongue. I know that might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it turned me ALL the way on. If I wasn’t wet before (I was), I certainly was now! Phil broke the kiss.

“I think I could use some dessert too.” He moaned into my mouth. He started zipping himself back up.

“Oh you don’t have to baby, this is your day!”

“Well consider it a birthday present to me then. Get in the back seat.” He ordered.

I climbed into the back seat and so did he. I hiked my skirt over my hips to reveal myself both pantyless and hairless.

“Mmmm, you shaved for me.” Phil said hungrily before parting my legs and diving in. The feeling of his tongue on me was heightened by the very public feeling of it. Anyone could wander over to my car and see me with my legs wide open getting eaten out. It was like being high in a cloud, and also mind numbingly erotic.

Of course it helped that Phil was very good at licking pussy. He alternated between sucking my clit and long licks up and down my wet lips. A few more minutes and I was already very close.

“Oh God, baby.”

He eased his fingers into me and vibrated his tongue on my clit (Fuck. Yes.) And pressed his nose into my mound until I came hard on his face. My hands ran through Phil’s hair as my legs straightened and quivered uncontrollably while he brought me through my climax and back out the other side.

Phil brought his head up, his face coated in my juices. “You’re right! Best dessert ever.”

“Feel free to dine in any time!”

Phil checked his phone. “Oh shit, I gotta get back!” We made out some more, he wiped his face in my skirt, and he went back to his office.

As I drove back home, I started revising the rest of our birthday plans.

****There is more, but this got way too long! Let me know if you want a part 2****

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