Nothing better than the present

"Might be a tad suspicious if we up and leave." You reply to Samantha, her hand now snaking its way into your pants, and her warm hand envelops your hard member. Your body tenses in response, and you shift your chair forward so the table cover conceals your waist-below.

"Don't worry, I can make it work." She replied, her hand jerking your cock slowly, before undoing your zipper and pulling it out in its full length, and started jerking it faster. You muffle your moan with your glass, downing more than you intended, your head getting foggy in response. Or maybe it's just the big breasted hottie jerking you off in a club. As she works you cock, your own hand finds its way onto her thigh, causing her to take a short intake of breath before biting her lip and looking at you with a lust-filled gaze before mouthing "Go on."

Moving aside her panties, you insert two fingers into her warm pussy, already wet from her skilled jerking of your cock and the haze of ****-induced sexual fantasies. She moans slightly, causing Abby and Hayley to look to her, thinking she was responding to their conversation.

"So you agree? Think Andrew would have to have a...well endowed package." Abby directs at Samantha, her eyes glinting in the light. Before Samantha replies, she starts jerking your cock in short, sharp motions, your warm cock pulsing in her hand, and finally replying, "Yeah, I think so. It's gotta be big when it's hard, regardless." As she says 'hard' she squeezes your cock slightly harder causing you to splutter, and work your fingers faster and harder into Samantha's pussy. She squirms.

"Well she definitely likes the idea of it." Hayley jokes, her soft voice carrying over the table as she makes eye contact with you, her veneer of innocence dropping to show a glint of knowing.

Samantha's constant efforts at jerking you off have finally culminated and you can feel yourself coming soon, so you lean over to Samantha and whisper, "You may like the idea, but I'm pretty close." You sink your fingers deep at the end of it, causing Samantha to bite her lip and shut her eyes as she cum's on your fingers. As her orgasm subsides, she retracts her hand from you cock, leaving you blueballed, and veritably tense. Then she nudges a fork off the table.

"Dammit, you know me, ditsy as shit." Samantha says before she crawls under the table to retrieve it. Then you feel her mouth on your cock, sinking all the way down with her hand jerking you off as she does. Her warm mouth leaves trails of pleasure along your cock and you feel your impending orgasm return, but not before Abby butts in, "You can't be as ditsy as some people!" with a pointed gaze at the popular table. Your cums building, you tense your hand and find it wrapped around Abby's hand and she makes eye contact with you, her mischievous eyes glinting as she smiles at you.

And as you pump cum down your close friend's throat, feeling her throat muscles work as she swallows every single drop, before giving you a final few tugs and putting your receding member into your pants. Samantha reappears back in her seat, dropped fork in hand and a flushed face before taking a small sip of her cocktail. She winks in your direction, and you briefly see the yellow cocktail liquid mix with your white cum before she swallows.

Andrew returns with your drinks, sitting beside his girlfriend and smiling. "What did I miss?" He looks a bit flush too...

"Not much." You reply, feeling more relaxed and at ease after your drink, handjob, and summary blowjob. Now that begs the question. Where to next?