“You two are so cute!” Janine said. “Would you like some privacy?” She didn’t wait for our response and she drew the curtains so they covered the table and we were now enclosed in our own little candle-lit fort.
“Have fun!” she said, and she did her smile-twinkle thing again. I wondered what kind of toothpaste she used.
And then Bonnie and I were alone in public, at a table lit by an electric candle. I kissed Bonnie on the neck. It was sexy in a vampire-like way, and it was also practical since it was intimate and didn’t mess up her lipstick. She put her hands up my, um, well I guess we can call it a dress for all intents and purposes. I had goosebumps. I also had no panties on. Being felt up at a fancy bar, and being felt up by a fancy woman was something entirely different than what I was used to; however these days I wasn’t really sure what I was used to anymore. Every hour of the past seventy-two hours had been completely different than the next. It was a pretty drastic shift from my life being exactly the same for about the past eighteen years.
Her hands were delicate, but large and firm. They were the same hands that touched me earlier, only now they were attached to a torso that smelled like perfume. She continued to slide her hand up my thigh, and I slid my hand up hers. Her ruffled garter tickled the back side of my hand. This one had tiny white bows that fastened the thigh-high and the garter together. They remained fastened tightly even as I rubbed up and down. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I loved this feeling of lace, nylon, and man all mixed into one, but I did.
I could feel her cock getting hard underneath her dress and panties. Were we safe inside this enclosed space? Did the $300 minimum include a pass for exposed boners? I couldn’t help myself. I was just so attracted to her; I was so swept away by the absurdity of how we came into each other’s lives and then into each other’s mouths.
She pushed me under the table and I sat with my knees on the floor and I put her cock in my mouth, moving her panties to the side. She sat at the table like a classy lady and drank cocktails while I shoved her thick cock as far as I could down my throat. I rubbed the lace material up against the skin of her shaft and I could feel her getting harder and harder. She pushed her legs together and squished my head in between her knees. I felt like I was in some kind of awesome sexy headlock, and I will admit that I liked the feeling of the hair on her thighs against my cheek.
She moved her legs open again, and I felt around her balls. I licked the stockings and garter; I liked the texture of the lingerie against my tongue. I saw the light get slightly brighter from my view underneath the table, and saw a pair of black Mary Janes along with nude stockings at my eye level. It was Janine. I was now getting acquainted with the bottom half of her body.
“I’ve got some more drinks for you!” I heard her say. It felt like when I used to watch The Muppets on Saturday morning and I only saw the mother’s legs and heard her muffled voice.
“Thank you!” Bonnie said. Bonnie put her hand behind my head and pushed me further down on her cock. I obeyed her command and accepted my duty to be the blowjob giver underneath the table. I did it with as much spit and tongue as possible while trying to remain quiet.
“Where’s your lady friend?” The waitress asked.
“She had to make a phone call. She,” Bonnie paused, “will be,” she paused again, “right back.”
I liked this power that made her struggle with her words as she searched for the proper syllables to utter. I saw closed-toe short heels get closer to me. I inched away as to not let my knee touch her, because she was getting awfully close.
“But I didn’t even see her leave the booth, how is that possible?” she asked slowly. I could taste a small amount of pre-cum at the tip of Bonnie’s cock. I slurped it up immediately.
She then kneeled down underneath the table and I was looking her right in the face with a cock in my mouth. I would have apologized for my unruly behavior but… my mouth was full.
“What’s going on down here?” she exclaimed. She didn’t look upset at all. She reminded me very much of the mistress of a film noir detective. Or, perhaps she was the detective since she did such a good job of finding the hidden cock-sucker underneath the table. I took Bonnie’s cock out of my mouth and looked shamefully downward.
“I was just… celebrating our private table in my own special way,” I said.
“I hope a lady like you has some manners and knows to share,” she uttered, with her perfect matte lipstick. I stuttered. Should I inconveniently lift my head up and get back to the top of the table and discuss with Bonnie as to whether I should share her cock or not? Should she get a say in this?
She drew the curtains again and crawled right next to me. She grabbed Bonnie’s cock and put it right in her mouth, somehow without smudging any of her lipstick. Her face was so creamy and white, I could see a layer of thick powder on her face as she got closer to me. She was like a live Barbie from the 1940s; she was just too pretty to be sucking cock on the floor. This was more of a job for the young, frumpy girl in a T-shirt.
I continued to watch her stroke and suck Bonnie’s cock. I wonder if she even knew up there that that was Janine and not me? I was fine with her not knowing and I would happily take credit for this blow job. Janine was clearly more skilled in this department than I was. She took the cock out of her mouth and she grabbed my head and fed it into my mouth. She jerked Bonnie off right into me. I moved my head up and down and attempted to use as much of my tongue as possible as she worked her hands in a twisty-like motion on the base of Bonnie’s cock. This entire evening this lovely lady has done a wonderful job of feeding a continuing stream of fine tasting things into my mouth, from green liquid, to big ice cubes, to cock.
My freshman year of college, I once walked in on my roommate fucking her boyfriend. I apologized and quickly started to head out the door and her boyfriend shouted, “It’s totally cool, why don’t you join in?” I had been a bit tipsy from a pot brownie I ate, and thought hmmm, why not? This could be fun. But then my roommate slapped her boyfriend and called him a jerk. I hadn’t seen him since. This kind of ménage à trois experience being initiated by a woman, and with another woman, but still involving a cock was much better. I’m glad karma was giving me the proper threesome experience I was meant to have.
Janine and I giggled and fought over the cock and swapped it back and forth between one another. I really wanted to see the expression on Bonnie’s face as this was all happening but I couldn’t. I could just picture her eyes rolling back into her head and her laying there in ecstasy on her special night out. Was she smiling?
Janine took my hand and ran it up her thighs. I felt her garter and stocking with one hand and Bonnie’s garter and stocking in another. I rubbed them both at once; Janine’s nude stockings were quite thick, and her garter was made of some kind of nylon. It looked very retro—after we were done with this I thought I should ask her what brand these were because we certainly did not carry them at Dreamz.
We continued to switch off sucking. She got in a different position that looked like it involved some serious practice with yoga, and she leaned her head back upside down, and pushed Bonnie’s cock downward into her mouth. Bonnie squatted on her face and thrust her cock directly in and out of Janine’s mouth. This was impressive, a very well-choreographed upside-down blow job. Her skill in this department made up for that cheesy electric candle.
Bonnie continued to thrust into Janine’s mouth. Her headband and feather still hadn’t budged. I moved in and reached my tongue out and got in wherever I could. I got a small piece of the shaft as it was on its way down to her mouth. She was hungry for cock. She still kept a smile on her face while being aggressively pummeled. She truly loved it.