A nice little restaurant

Turning you see Jacob driving his car into the parking lot next to the dingy little restaurant, and decide that he's just being considerate and saving you the trouble of walking. You smile until you feel liquid start to roll down you thighs.

Without thinking about it you swipe you hand up the inside of your leg and cover your pussy to stop more from leaking. As soon as your hand touches your pussy it seems to come to life, a heat and need coursing through it.

Moaning you slip a finger in, forgetting where you are as bliss overtakes you and your finger squelches in and out.

A screeching sound snaps you out of your masturbation, and you spot a car that nearly rammed a lamp post. The young man driving is stares out the window at you. As your cheeks heat in embarrassment you whip your hand out from under your little skirt, yanking the skirt down hard enough to nearly undo the bow tied behind your neck.

As the guy's girlfriend bitches him out he stares at you and you raise your fingers to your lips, sensuously licking the liquid from your finger like it was a dick.

"Ready to go?" Jacob asks, making you jump in surprise. "I thought the doors were on this end of the building, but it turns out they're at the far end of the lot," he says, pointing the way he'd just come.

"Right. No problem. Let's go," you urge, deciding the washroom should be one of your first stops so you can clean up, and maybe collect yourself.

"Is this a nice restaurant?" you ask on the way to the door.

"I was thinking of taking you to a fancy place," Jacob says, raising your hopes. "Then I realized you'd feel uncomfortable with that and that I should find a place that would be a better fit for you. So I found this place. It's cheap."

The conversation founders as you try to decide if he'd just called you cheap as well, but by the time you decide that he's talking about your financial state and trying not to rub it in you've entered the doors. The place turns out to be nicer than you'd expected, given his cheap remark. It clearly has seen better days, but although worn it's at least fairly tasteful, and has numerous couples at the cramped tables.

"Reservation for Wright," Jacob tells a young man who probably works there part-time to pay for college. The man's eyes reluctantly leave your legs - actually, the ever so slightly visible lips of your pussy, but how are you to know that? - and checks his clipboard quickly.

"Right. Yes. This way," he says, trying to lead the way and stare at you at the same time. A close call with a seated couple convinces him to pay more attention to navigating and you make it to the table, which is situated in the middle of the room.

Looking around you're thankful that the place is dim, allowing you to better hide the various marks on your body from Jacob, who helps you into your seat and then sits across from you.

"A, uh, waiter will be with you... momentarily," the boy says, finding it difficult to not stare at you. He stands for several seconds at your side, then reluctantly moves away, again trying to keep you in sight without having an accident.

"I think he likes you," Jacob grins, making your mouth open in surprise. "I bet he knows what tip he wants you to give him."

"Jacob!" you squeal, blushing a little, but glancing over your shoulders at the boy, winking as you catch him looking at you.

"Say..." Jacob smirks, "I know what would be fun. It'd be a way to start making up for last night, too."

Trying not to moan you paste a smile on your face, wishing he'd let last night drop.

"I've always wanted to get a blow-job in a public place," he murmers.

For a long moment you stare at him, smile frozen in place as you try to process what he'd said. "You want me to give you a blowjob here?" you exclaim, then wince at the volume.

Jacob's shoulders shake as you cringe, and for a long moment you can't make yourself look around or at him, certain everyone is staring at you. Finally you scooch forward on your seat, inadvertantly making your skirt slide out from under your tight buns.

"Right now?" you ask plaintively, but quietly. He nods, trying not to grin.

Sighing you look around quickly to make sure no one will notice. Truthfully, the idea of doing this makes you horny as hell anyway, and since you figure you owe him for last night - more than he realizes - you you slither from your chair, your bare butt exposed for the short time it takes you to get under the nearly floor-length table cloth.

Reaching between Jacob's legs you unzip his pants and pull out a soft dick that's already as big as any normal man's fully erect cock.