Should I?
Should I ask her out?
I don’t know, I’ve never spoken to her before, would she think I’m weird?
Weird to just walk up and say “hey can I take you out?” I look at her from across the room and I’m mesmerized by her smile. Her laugh. Just her.
I take another sip of my coffee before I muster all the courage to ask her out. I get up and I walk over to her table. “Uh hi.” She looks up from her computer and smiles at me.
God, that smile.
“Hi?” She pushes her hair behind her ear and I can’t help but swoon at that small movement. It’s just the way she looks so innocent. I scratch the back of my neck and I try to introduce myself. “Hey, I uh- I always see you in here and I’ve been meaning to uh, to ask you out? Would you- do you want to go on a date with me? Or just go out to lunch? Or maybe-“
“Sure. Where do you want to go?” My mouth closes suddenly and I rub my face. “You do?” She laughs at me and nods her head. “Yeah, you’re pretty cute. I’ll go out with you.” I grin at her and she grabs a napkin and a pen. “Here, write where you want to take me and I’ll meet you there.”
I quickly wrack my brain for a place and the only place I can think of is the fucking mall. The fucking mall. “I-I know it’s cliche but there’s an amazing restaurant at the mall that I think you’d love. Meet me there at 8?” She nods and smiles her head at me and I walk away but not before she screams her name at me.
Mellie. Pretty.
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(Fast forward to being in the restaurant already)
The waitress had no choice but to put us in this tiny booth in the far corner of the fucking restaurant. Just my luck.
“Hey it’s okay, don’t worry about it. It’s okay. Being in the corner is more intimate.” I blush a little at her words and I can only imagine the way I can be more “intimate” with her right now.
“Hi! Welcome to La Belle Dame what can I get for you?” We give him our orders and now I’m left with Mellie. As I pick up my glass I feel something brush against my leg. My eyes widen and they slowly make their way up to her face. “What- what are you doing?”
She shrugs her shoulders and picks up her glass, looking at me. I feel her foot trail up and down my leg and it honestly makes me shudder that she’s even doing this. Her foot moves closer and closer to my thighs and it’s almost too much to take when her foot slips and lightly brushes my pussy. I shut my eyes closed at the feeling and I inhale deeply. “Mellie… what are you doing?” A grin comes on her face and I feel her foot again except this time it doesn’t slip. I grip the edges of the table and I try my hardest to keep my composure. but fuck, I want to jump over the table and kiss her so bad. Her lips look so good, so fuckable.
“I- stop it. Stop.” I try to say as serious as possible and she doesn’t. She keeps going. I run my hands through my hair and I take off my jacket. I look around the restaurant to see if anyone is watching us and lucky us they’re not.
I lift the table cloth and I look under it quickly and then I look around again and I slip under the table.
She wants to fucking play games. Fine. We’ll play, just my way. I watch as she immediately freezes up and her leg slowly makes it’s way back down to the floor.
“Oh, now you want to listen,” I mutter to myself. I hear her voice faintly, “get out from under there!” She sticks her head under and tries to get me to come out. I smack her thigh to try to get her to stop arguing with me but it’s futile. She’s so fucking disobedient.
I look up and I’m face to face with her pussy. I lift her dress and her hands quickly try to push my head out but it doesn’t work. My nose touches her panties and I close my eyes while licking a stripe up her. I push over her panties using my index finger and I use my other hand to run my finger through her slit. “Fuck… so wet for me,” I whisper to her. I move my body closer so that my face is touching it and I stick my tongue out. Licking up from the bottom to the top.
I feel the table shake and I watch her hands aimlessly move around searching for something to grab onto. I grab her hand and I put it on my head and she immediately grips onto my hair making me whimper.
I push her legs open even more and I pull her panties down her legs. Before I can go back in she lifts the table cloth again and looks at me. “What are you doing!!” She whispers yells at me and I just grin. I grab the table cloth and I pull it back down blocking me from the public eye and I go back to my meal.
Fuck does she taste so good. I spit on my fingers and I push two in and her leg jerks making her knee hit the table. I keep pushing my fingers in at a steady pace and I start to eat her out.
My tongue fucks in and out of her. And I lick and suck on her clit. Spreading her lips and sucking on it like it’s the last lollipop in the jar.
“Hi ma’am, here’s your food. Should I keep this warm for the other guest?”
Now that she has to answer I start licking and sucking her pussy like crazy and finger fucking her fast and hard.
Her fingers tighten their grip on my hair and I swear to God she’s gonna pull it out but it’s so fucking hot. “Y-yea, please I-if you wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course ma’am. Are you okay? You look a little flustered?” I smile at his words and I start moving my fingers even faster and I add another one. “S-shit, oh I’m okay. I-I just don’t feel so well. Thank you f-for asking.” I see his shoes walk away from the table and I stop for a second. I push up the table cloth a little so that I can see her face. I lick my lips and I whisper to her “look at that, handled my tongue and my fingers like a pro while talking to the waiter. Such a good girl.” I wink at her and then I go back under.
I start moving my mouth and my tongue faster on her when I see her thighs start to shake. “Mmm cum for me babygirl. Let it go, princess… all over my face.” I whisper to her and as I feel the grip on my hair get tighter, I see her thighs start to shake and I watch her legs cross and spasm in pleasure as her orgasm hits her.
“Mmm cum in my mouth baby. I want it so bad…” I can hear her soft pants and I keep licking her and cleaning her up. I keep licking and fucking bed until I start to feel her hands push my head away but I keep going. Her palms keep pushing and pushing and when I see her thighs start to quiver again I stop and I crawl out from under the table. I fix my hair a little bit and I sit there and stare at her.
“You okay Mellie? Look a little shaken up there? You look a little flustered.” I smirk at her. I wipe my face and I lick my fingers. I pull them out when I see the waiter coming back with my food and I smile when I see him. “Oh thank you so much for the food. I’m sorry I had to go to-“
“I know what you just did.” My head snaps up to the waiter and then to Mellie. A look of fear washes over her face and my stomach completely drops. I open my mouth to try and defend myself but nothing comes out. “It was so fucking hot” my mouth drops open even wider and I close my eyes not being able to believe what’s going on.
“Did you like it?” My eyes snap open at his question and I look at Mellie. She looks at me mouth agape and then back at him. He rolls his sleeves up and clears his throat. “I said… did you like it? Did you like knowing that I knew the entire time? Did you like knowing that I watched you from over there while she ate you out and made you cum? Yeah, I know you did.” He says with the straightest face in such a quiet yet sexy tone.
Who does this man think he is? “Okay hold up who do you think you are just coming over and-“
“I can do whatever the fuck I like babygirl. I’m not the one that got caught having sex in a restaurant.”
I look at him with an open mouth and widened eyes. He lifts his hand to my face and puts his finger under my chin and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. He dips his finger into my mouth and leaves it there. “Better keep that mouth closed baby girl before I have to fill It up with something.” My eyes shift to Mellie and I hope the confusion and nervousness is plastered on my face because how did we even get here?
“Yeah, that’s a good girl suck my thumb.”
I hear Mellie whimper from across from me and I just know she’s fucking enjoying this on so many levels.
I look back at our no-name waiter who doesn’t even have a name tag, and he slips his finger out of my mouth. His hand drops to his side and then it’s like a light switches off.
“So can I get you ladies anything else today? Dessert maybe?” I have nothing to say. Now words. Speechless.
“Um, n-no that’s all…” he smiles at us and begins to walk away. “Wait! What’s your name?”
He grins at us and says one word.
“Cal.”