Just after I had assumed that we would never actually meet, you sent me a message asking to meet for lunch, listing a time and a place. It struck me as somewhat different that our usual back and forth, and it is definitely interesting. I respond with an “Okay, I look forward to it”. “Don’t get too excited, we are just having lunch”. I have it admit, it is a bit confusing, but I want to see you badly enough that I don’t care about the setting.
I show up a few minutes early to a pretty typical lunch restaurant, though it is one I have never been to before and it is far enough away that I don’t worry that anyone I know will be there. Even though I am early, you already messaged me while I was in the parking lot to let me know you were there and to look for the woman in the blue shirt by herself. I quickly see you already at a table and make my way over, my heart racing just at the idea of actually being in the same room as you. You are sitting on one side of a the booth. I would sit across from you, but the chairs are missing, so I slide in next to you. I start to slide up next to you and for a brief moment our legs press against each other, but you quickly slide over to give me more than enough room without having to be pressed against you. I try a couple of more times to casually touch you, your arm or your leg, but you pull away each time and I quickly abandon the effort.
You start the conversation, mentioning the weather. We talked about work, the weekend, and basically everything that I wasn’t thinking about as I wanted so badly to be touching you. The waiter arrived to take our order and suddenly I felt your hand on my pants, quickly unzipping me. Of course, I had been hard from the moment we walked in the door and it took just a second for my cock to pop out and for you to start stroking me. Fortunately, the tablecloth was long enough that no one could see, certainly not the waiter that was waiting for our order. You seemed to take an unnecessarily long time choosing, and I could barely think and you moved your hand up and down my rock hard shaft. It was so amazing looking around seeing a room full of people that had no idea you were holding me. Then, our orders were placed, the waiter walked away, and your hand was gone.
I almost gasped out loud as my cock is suddenly missing your hand. I can’t even be bothered to put it back in my pants. I think I see the briefest of grins on your face as you start back up your conversation about the morning you had at work the day before. I try to listen and hold up my end of the conversation, but I just can’t stop thinking about how much my cock wants you. Of course, I have nearly finished off my glass of water and the waiter comes back by for a refill. The moment he stops back at the table, your hand is back, slowly stroking again. This time, I immediately understand. The waiter asks if there is anything else and I fumble, trying to think of something that will get him to stay, but I can’t think clearly. He walks away and your hand is gone. My entire body is trembling slightly and I can’t help but wonder what anyone who looked at me would think.
The food arrives and, again, your hand is back. I see the waiter give me a strange look as he sees me jump a bit and I know he must be able to hear the way my voice is cracking. At this point, my cock has been aching and I am moments away from bursting. I know I am so close, so as the waiter starts away, I call out suddenly, making up something about how they brought me the wrong dish. He turns around just at the moment that I cum. Under the table. I can feel it hit the tablecloth, run down my cock, onto your hand. As the waiter turns away (giving me a strange look), you hand me a napkin and take another for your hand.
The rest of lunch is more uneventful conversation, though when it is over I am very thankful that you brought enough cash to pay (I, of course, offer but only have a credit card. You were smart enough to expect that neither of us would want them knowing our names once they come over to clean the table after we leave). We walk out and I get to see for the first time how sexy you look in that short skirt you are wearing. Even though I had just cum a few minutes before, I can feel myself getting hard again. “Walk me to my car.” you say as we step outside. I see one car parked in the far corner of the lot and you start off that way.
I end up walking just a step behind you and you casual flip up the back of your skirt to show me that you aren’t wearing anything underneath. My cock instantly responds and starts aching to get out again. After what seems like an neverending walk, we get to your car and both go around to the driver’s side, which lets us look back at where we just had lunch. You unlock the door, sit down and prop your leg up on the side of the door frame, giving me a perfect view of your beautiful pussy, which I can see is dripping. I can tell you have been wet for a while, likely since I first arrived at lunch. “Please” you say. I should be shocked or at least take a moment to look around and check if anyone can see us, but my lust is too must to control and I am immediately on my knees, pushing my face between your legs. The taste of you is amazing and I quickly push my tongue against you, slowly up and down, flicking against your clit. You have your hand in my hair, pulling my face into you, moaning and crying out a bit. You clearly have been close for a while (maybe you have been touching yourself when you were touching me before) I start to have a hard time catching my breath, but I can tell from the way you are starting to shake that you will be cumming soon. Just as I start to think that I have to stop to be able to refill my lungs, you suddenly tighten the hand on my hair and yell out. Your body relaxes and I relish the taste of you cumming.
You quickly stand up and pull me up off my knees, You turn around and put your hand on the rear door window. “Fuck me,” My cock is immediately out and I thrust it inside you as quickly as I can. We are there, you pressed against your car and me pressed against you, instantly fucking. I start pounding you as quickly as I can, and I can tell that you want it just as much as I do. I move in and out of you quickly and deeply, and slide one hand up your shirt and the other up your skirt. I squeeze your breasts as I start to rub every part of your I can reach. Your breathing starts to quicken and I can sense you tensing yet again. I can feel myself climaxing as well and hold myself back until I finally hear you cry out. The feeling of you cumming while pressing against me is amazing and I immediately shoot another load, this time deep inside of you.
The movement stops and we both lean forward to catch our breath. You gasp slightly as my cock slides out of you. You look back at me, smile, and unlock the car. You quickly sit down and start the car. “Thanks for the company. Lunch was nice” and drive away before I can even get my cock back in my pants.
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