No, just enjoy the hand job

I decide not to mention to Sara that I think we've been seen, and instead just enjoy the sensation of Sara's hand working over my cock through my pants. Sara pauses jerking my off momentarily as she unzips my pants and snakes her fingers inside. The sensation of her cool thin fingers coming into contact with the head of my cock makes me close my eyes and lean my head back. Just as I feel her pull my cock free of my pants and as she begins to wrap her delicate fingers around my throbbing staff I hear someone clear their throat directly next to me, but opposite Sara.

Sara quickly releases my cock and jerks her hand away as my eyes snap open and turn to the side where I see Mandy, the waitress, standing right next to me with a plate of salad in each hand and a sideways grin on her face. "Ma'am I understand how hard it is to control yourself when a cock as impressive as that is nearby, but you really can't do that right here in the middle of the restaurant. I'd get fired for not stopping you, and we can't have that. Plus you'd get kicked out and not be able to eat your lunches. Which, as you can see, I have right here."

Mandy bends over and places the plates on the table, as Sara and I just sit there both a little shocked at being caught. While still bent over Mandy reaches under the table and gently grabs a hold of my still rock hard member, "You'll have to put the big guy away now Sir." She says as she deftly maneuvers my cock back into my pants and zips me back up.

As soon as I'm decent again Sara somewhat abruptly says, "Let me out, I'm heading to the restroom. Eat quickly if you want to, we're leaving when I get back." I glance over at Sara as I scoot out of the both and see that she has what could only be called fire in her eyes.