He meets Heather for lunch

Mike is surprisingly nervous. Even after all these years, he is still a little hurt about what happened between them. They had been going out for almost two years when out of the blue, she dumped him. He hadn’t seen it coming at all. He thought they were happy. He had even begun to imagine that he would one day ask Heather to marry him, and they would live happily ever after. He has been that much in love with her.

When Heather has dumped him two week before graduation for some guy named Richard, Mike was angry at first. Then was depressed and hurt for months. That was until he meet Lauren. However, something in him still hurt about how it happened.

So Mike is sitting alone in a curved booth in a trendy cafe, Heather recommended, waiting for her to arrive.

He notice her as soon as she walks in. He has a much better view of her now than he did in the dark hotel bar.

Heather has changed. She was always trim and attractive but in an unremarkable sort of way. The new Heather is positively stunning. Her formerly short, brownish hair is now platinum blonde, artfully teased and hanging to her shoulders. She is wearing black jeans that fit her like a second skin.

On top of that, she wears a white satin blouse with a low neckline that exposing a glimpse of her substantial cleavage. Mike tries to keep his cool as he waves at her. Heather sees him and flashes him a dazzling smile. Mike realizes that every man in the room is watching her as his former girlfriend struts across the room towards him in her towering stiletto heels.

Mike stands up, feeling light-headed, and makes room for her in the booth. She leans towards him before she sits down and kisses him on his cheek, then wipes off the gleaming scarlet lipstick she left behind.

“Hello Mike!...I’m so glad you found time for me!...I hope you haven’t been waiting long!...”

“Heather!...You look...different!...I mean...great!...” Mike stammers.

“Aren’t you sweet!...You’re looking very well yourself. ...How long has it been?...”

Heather orders a drink, and Mike orders another one. They talk about their careers. Discuss people they are still in contact with. He tells her about his two kids with Lauren. She tells him about her daughter with Richard. Apparently, she got pregnant shortly after graduation.

He asks, “So, how are you and Richard getting along?”

Heather looks at him with her incredible smile for a moment. Then she leans towards him, her long pearl necklace swings gracefully over her enticing cleavage.

“It’s going great! Richard’s a wonderful man, really interesting! We still have lots of good times and great sex!”

Mike chokes on his drink at that last part.

“Oh, come on, we’re adults here. Plus, I’ve heard some of the stories about you and Lauren from her sorority sister.”

Mike finds himself staring down Heather’s blouse as she leans towards him. The buttons on her blouse can barely contain the black bra and her two gorgeous pink breasts that he uses to love to fondle. Sometimes she’d get on her knees and take him between those resilient globes, urging him to fuck her tits until he’d finally cum all over her chest. Mike can’t help but start to get hard as those memories come rushing back to him.

He is broken from his trance by Heather asking, “We used to have some good times, didn’t we?” Her eyes are sparkling at him.

For some reason, that remark flipped a switch in him. Mike can feel himself getting angry.

“Why did you leave me like that?! You walk out on me without any warning for some guy I’ve never heard of. You threw away two years of our lives and never even told me why! What did I do wrong?”

Heather just smiles as Mike vents. As he is muttering, she moves one hand up to her necklace. Then she starts playing with her pearls and idly pulling down the neckline of her blouse.

“And not you sit here all these years later and act like nothing happened.” Mike stutters.

He is having trouble completing his thoughts. His eyes are helplessly following Heather’s finger as she teasingly revealed more and more of her gently heaving breasts. She always has known how to push his buttons. Despite his hurt and his anger and his fervent wish that after all these years, those feeling would be gone, Mike’s cock is getting rock hard in his pants as Heather distracts him with her sumptuous breasts. The blonde’s smile broadens as she sees how confused she is making him. She twists her shoulders, deliberately making her creamy melons shift and sway in her satin bra.

“Judging by the way you’ve been staring at my tits Mike, I’d say you aren’t that hurt.”

Mike’s eyes snap up to Heather’s at her rude remark. He can’t help notice that the guy at the table in front of theirs is staring over his wife’s shoulder, also ogling Heather’s now half-bared chest.

Heather follows Mike’s look and winks salaciously at the peeping neighbor. At the same time, she begins to move her caressing hand up Mike’s thigh.

“Oh, Mike, remember how much fun we used to have,” Heather says in a voice loud enough for the couple at the next table to hear.

“Remember that first time we had dinner with your parents? I kept feeling you up under the dining room table, and your mother kept asking you if you were all right. You could hardly wait to get out of there and get back to your place. But I was being so bad that night. I think I had your cock in my mouth before we were even out of your parent’s driveway. You wanted me to stop, but I wouldn’t. I don’t think you made it three blocks, did you Mike? My God! I thought you were going to drown me! You came so much! You liked that, didn’t you, baby? Don’t tell me you didn’t!” Heather teases.

“Heather! For God’s sake! We aren’t horny college kids anymore,” Mike hisses, looking around the dining room nervously. Heather’s hot reminiscing is getting him really horny.

“True, we aren’t college kids anymore. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be horny,” Heather says with a knowing smile, sliding her open palm into Mike’s lap.

“Noo!” Mike gasps when he realizes what Heather is doing. But by then, it is too late. There is no denying the considerable hard-on bulging against the fly of his trousers as Heather closes her hand around it.

“Oh Mike! I think you really missed me,” Heather teases, giving Mike’s cock a torrid squeeze that makes him squirm in his seat.

“Heather! Please! I don’t want this, and neither do you! You have a husband and daughter. Let’s just finish our lunch and say goodbye!” Mike says, more than a little melodramatically.

“Oh, poor baby! I must have really hurt you, didn’t I? I’m sorry Mike. You know I didn’t mean to!” Heather says with mock tenderness. As she stares at him contritely, Heather continues to fondle him through his pants, rubbing her hand up and down the length of his pulsing erection.

“How can I make it up to you, baby? I’d do anything to make it better between us! There must be some way, something? I know! How about this?” she says, reaching for the zipper of Mike’s pants and pulling it down. Before he can stop her, Heather has her hand through Mike’s underwear and is pulling his stiff cock out under the table.

“Heather! Don’t! You can’t do that here! Stop! Someone will see!” Mike hisses, reaching into his lap and trying to pry Heather’s hand away from his cock as she wrestles it out of his open fly. But Heather holds on tenaciously.

“No one will see if you stop making such a fuss!” the shameless blonde says sweetly. Mike looks around and notices that a number of the nearby diners are looking at him and Heather. Some are smiling, and some definitely are not. Mike reluctantly puts his hands back up on the table. Heather winks again at the man at the nearest table, who probably has a pretty good view of what her little hand is doing in Mike’s lap.

The waitress returned and asked them if there is anything else that she can get them. Heather keeps jacking Mike’s cock under the table with long, luxurious hand strokes. Her shoulder is shifting rhythmically in time with her pumping. She seems totally unconcerned with what the waitress must be thinking as she carries on.

“Yes, please! I’ll have a martini, straight up, with a twist,’’ she says, smiling brightly as she jacks her clenched fist up and down Mike’s tool, “and two big olives.“

“Ma’m! Sir! I’m not sure if you’re allowed...I mean...if you can...ummmm...I really don’t think...” the waitress stammers, looking at Mike and Heather doubtfully.

“Oh, it’s alright, dear! I am a nurse, and this man is my patient. He has an unusual condition that requires continuous monitoring. I’d be more specific, but it’s a little bit delicate if you know what I mean,” Heather says, winking at the waitress.

At the same time, she stops her fist on the upstroke, stretching the thin skin tautly up the length of Mike’s shaft. She whips her thumb back and forth against that tender knot of nerves under his bulging cock crown.

Mike gasps, the sweat beading on his brow as his balls lurch with arousal. The pre-cum begins to stream from his dick in response to Heather’s searing touch and trickles over her hand. Mike clenches his hands tightly on top of the table and tries to sit still. But try as he might, he can’t help himself from hunching up into Heather’s caressing hand.

The waitress’s expression turns even more uncertain as she regards the smiling blonde and the unusually agitated man.

“He’ll have another rum and coke, and could we have a couple more napkins, just in case we have an accident?” Heather says with a meaningful glance towards Mike’s lap.

“Ohhh! Certainly ma’am! I’ll get that right away!” the waitress says before darting off towards the bar.

“I thought she’d never leave! Now where were we? Oh yes!” Heather says.

Again she wraps her now well-lubricated hand around Mike’s shaft and goes back to stroking him, only a little faster this time. She puckers a kiss at the husband at the next table, who is now openly gaping at her. His wife keeps hissing at him to stop staring, but he wasn’t paying any attention to her.

“Ohhh! Heather!...Unnn!...Unnn!...Please stop!... You’re going to make me...ahhh... cum ...if you don’t stop!...” Mike pleads, looking anxiously into Heather’s sparkling eyes.

But Heather ignores his moaning. She starts to work him with short, hard strokes. He’d never been able to hold it when she’d jacked him like that.

“Don’t worry, baby. You can still fuck me later. Just let it go if you want to. And this would be a good time to do it because I think the waitress is coming back.” Heather says with a smile, slamming her clenched hand to the base of Mike’s cock.

Mike looks over his shoulder to see the waitress coming towards them from across the room.

“Unnnn!...Nooo!...Please!...” he moans, squirming in his seat. But Heather has him so excited his heels are driving into the carpet as he bucks up into her relentlessly pressing hand. The blonde adjusts her grip so that Mike’s cock is aims up towards his chin.

“Come, baby! Cum for me just like you used to! Come on!” the beaming blonde encourages.

Mike moans as his balls spasm, and he starts to cum in a fiery torrent. Jets of sperm shoot up over the edge of the table and splatter the tabletop and the front of his shirt.

“Oh my!” Mike can faintly hear the waitress gasp as she reaches their table.

“Holy shit!” the guy at the next table cries.

“Ummm…Mmmm!...Cum baby! That’s it! That’s it!” Heather purrs, jerking Mike’s throbbing tool in time with his ejaculation. All three spectators watch spellbound as Mike’s cum spurts up in front of him like gooey fireworks erupting from under the table.

“Oh, Fuuuuck!” Mike moans in embarrassment, shivering ever more quietly as the **** of his orgasm wanes.

Heather watches him with avid eyes as she continues to work him over. It is only when she is sure that he is just about spent that she glances around her.

“Oh, thank you, dear. These will do very nicely,” she says, taking the handful of cloth napkins from the unmoving waitress. She starts dabbing at Mike’s shirt with one of them.

“Now run along and get our drinks, will you.”

And to the man who is sitting across from them, staring at them wide-eyed, she snarls, “What the fuck are you looking at?”

He sheepishly turns away only to be confronted by his extremely irate wife.

“Was that good, baby? Did you like that?” Heather asks Mike, slowly raking her sharp fingernails up the sensitive underside of his still faintly pulsing prick.

“Heather, you’re such a bitch!” he cries, writhing in his seat as Heather’s fiery touch makes his balls spasm and the last dribble of sperm ooze from his dick.

Mike is on the verge of tears as she finally stops playing with his softening tool.

“You bitch!” Mike mutters again without looking at Heather as he hastily stuffs himself back into his pants and pushes himself out of the booth.

“But you’ll still respect me in the morning, won’t you, baby?...” Heather shouts to Mike as he walks away from the table.