Take advantage of the waiter

Naughty mischief is the rule of the day, and you're not about to stop now when presented with another customer. You quickly shift to kneel in front of the waiter's legs and sneak your hand under the tablecloth. His crotch is perfectly in front of your face, but it's going to be a bit more awkward with him standing up.

You know you have to move quickly. You can hear the wine glugging into the glass above. You reach out and take hold of his crotch. He jerks away slightly and you hear the wine spill on the table.

"Ah!" Pete exclaims. "I'm...I'm sorry, let me clean that up."

You unzip him quickly as he leans against the table to mop up the wine and you drag a huge uncircumsized prick from the fly of his pants. No underwear. Your kind of guy. You turn your head so that your cheek is flat against the underside of the table and you stretch Pete's monster dick to your lips. Your tongue pokes inside the pouch of his foreskin.

"Oh God!" Silverware clatters above and a glass is overturned. "I'm such a...I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," you hear Mr. Wood comfort the boy.

Ernie is so nice, you think to yourself as you skin back Pete's dick from his cockhead and bathe his fat prick with your tongue. You try to suck him, but it's very awkward. Your face keeps hitting the table and his cock is bending less and less as he hardens between your lips. You give him a liberal tongue washing and lube him up with your saliva. Then you let your hand take over and do all the work.

It doesn't take long. Precum oozes out of his cockhead as you stroke and you can tell that he is getting close. He's still blundering around on the table, trying to pretend to be busy while you stroke his huge dick.

When he stiffens and grunts you tilt back your head and open your mouth. A volcanic explosion of cum erupts from the purple head of Pete's cock. Warm ropes of semen fall across your lips and outstretched tongue, coat your cheeks, and even splash across your nose. Realizing the mess you're making you close your lips around his twitching cock and swallow the rest of his orgasm.

You slurp the last of it from his cock, give him a final stroke to empty the pipe, and tuck Pete's cock back into his pants. As you lick the cum from your lips and scoop it from your nose the waiter zips up on his own.

"Found it!" You declare and emerge from beneath the table holding the fork.

Pete is flushed and grinning and Mr. Crassle has a knowing smile on his face. As you settle back into your chair Ernie Wood gives you an odd look.

"You've got something on your cheek," he says, pointing to a dollop of the waiter's sperm.

"Mmm," you scoop it up and pop it into your mouth. "Just a bit of sauce. I'm a messy girl."

You give the waiter a wink and he looks as though you could push him over with a feather. You take a sip of wine as he departs.