A Gift for Paul

The lady put her coffee down, folded her newspaper, and walked over to Paul and Mikey's table. She smiled at Paul. "Would you follow me to my car, so I can give you the greatest blowjob you've ever had?"

"Wow, OK, sure," said Paul. He looked at Mikey, who winked. Paul got up.

"Would you keep an eye on my coffee and paper?" the lady asked Mikey.

"As long as you treat my boy right."

"Oh, I will."

Paul followed the lady out to a white Toyota SUV. They got into the back seat. Paul arched his back and lifted his butt off of the seat, so he could pull down his jeans and boxers. When his now erect cock was free. The lady, who had not even bothered to introduce herself, started pumping Paul's cock with her hand. She then tickled his balls as she went down on his cock.

Paul ran his fingers through the woman's soft, silk hair. "Damn, you're good at this."

She pulled off just long enough to say "Very good."

Paul enjoyed the expert blowjob and lost track of time. He just titled his head back and smiled as she ran his fingers through the woman's hair. When he finally came in her mouth, she had an orgasm and coughed and sputtered a bit, but she managed to swallow most of his cum, and what she had drooled on his cock and balls, she eagerly lapped up.

After she finished him off, she smiled at Paul. She waited for him to zip up, and they headed back into the coffee shop. Without saying a word, the woman took her seat and turned her attention back to her paper.

"How was it?" asked Mikey in whisper.

"Spectacular," said Paul.

"Great, and I got the barista's numbers."