Eat out

“Holy crap,” said Osman, looking at a clock. “It’s late afternoon and I haven't eaten all day. Now that you mention it, I’m starving!”

Lee laughed. “Was something distracting you, buddy?”

Osman stood up and pulled Danielle off the couch. He grabbed her ass with both hands and said, “Yeah, this was keeping my mind occupied!”

“Your mind?” said Danielle with a drunken grin, “that’s an interesting nickname for your cock!”

The guys all laughed. Everyone put on their clothes and headed downstairs. Since Mark had a big SUV, they all piled in with Danielle in the passenger seat.

“So, where do you guys want to eat?” asked Mark as he got behind the wheel.

“Mexican,” said Phil.

“Interns don’t get a vote,” replied Osman. “How about Chinese? I’d love to eat some Chinese right now.” He watched Danielle’s face, but she didn’t react so he figured her Asian half must not be Chinese.

“How about Italian?” suggested Danielle.

Mark started the car. “Italian it is!”

Lee laughed. “How come she gets the deciding vote?”

“Because none of you guys are jerking my cock right now.”

The three men in the back seat looked down. Danielle was reaching across to the passenger seat and her hand was moving up and down rapidly.

She didn’t get Mark off by the time they got to the restaurant, so he ended up stuffing his hard rod into his pants. He was a little worried that the waiter would notice, but the guy’s eyes never left Danielle.

Lunch was jovial. They all laughed and giggled, partly because Mark sprung for a bottle of wine. Danielle’s hands and feet roamed under the table, and soon Mark wasn’t the only one with a trouser tent that wouldn’t go down.

Before long all the guys were eager to get back to the apartment for the next round, but Danielle excused herself to go to the ladies room. Several minutes later she still hadn’t come back.

“Where the hell is she?” asked Phil.

“You think she skipped out?” Mark suggested.

Osman grabbed the wine bottle. “No way, there’s half a bottle left.” They all laughed and relaxed.

After several more minutes they started getting nervous again. Right when they were about to get up and look for her, she came back and grabbed the wine bottle. Still standing, she up-ended it and chugged almost all that was left. Then she slammed it down on the table and said, “Ready to go?”

“Uh, yeah,” said Osman. “We just have to settle the bill.”

Their waiter walked by. His shirt was untucked, his hair looked like a tornado hit it, and there were scratches on his neck. But as he passed the table he smiled at Danielle like a shy child looking up at a movie star.

“Don’t worry,” said Danielle, “I took care of the bill.”

Mark ran several red lights on the way back to Osman’s apartment. Once there the guys moved just as fast to get naked again.