To “freshen up”

Dinner was nice, if a little awkward. Both of the teens avoided talking too much about the party the night before and instead they talked about their upcoming graduation and college plans. Since both students were going to become law students, their plans were appropriately similar.

Their waiter was a man in his late twenties, good looking and charming. He had brown, messy hair, a lanky build, a playboy beard, and dark brown eyes.

As soon as Anna saw him, she knew how she would make this night hers.

When he came to their table, she would maintain eye contact, bend forward slightly, revealing the swell of her budding young breasts, small and perfect for pinching. When he looked at her face, she would make sure to lick her lips and look into his eyes when she caught him staring.

Early in the meal but after she was fairly certain her desire was known (judging by his lust filled gaze), Anna excused herself from the table saying she needed to freshen up.

Greg was the perfect gentleman, as always. “Of course babe. Take your time. What did you want for desert? I’ll order it while you’re gone.”

“Oh, umm... anything with chocolate will be good.” With that, she moved towards the restrooms.

She walked slowly until she saw their waiter and then established eye contact. With a smile, she tilted her head towards the family bathroom, and walked toward it slowly. When she came to the door, she paused, looked back to make sure he was following, and then went in.

She didn’t have long to wait. The waiter, whose name she never bothered to learn, slowly opened the door, as if afraid that he was reading the situation wrong.

When he saw her smiling at him, he smiled back and came the rest of the way into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said.

Anna didn’t say anything. She stepped up to him and placed a finger on his lips. Once he acknowledged that she wanted his silence, she traced that same finger down his chin, down his chest, down his stomach, and to his zipper.

She grabbed this pouch, his hard cock throbbing against the confines of his pants while his balls filled her hand pleasantly.

With a devilish (but still slightly sexually awkward) smile, Anna bent down onto her knees and unzipped his fly. Reaching into his pants she pulled out his hard cock and soft balls, her palm caressing the fragile and malleable orbs.

“I’m going to suck you. You have my permissions to cum in my mouth. Try to guide this and I’ll stop. Understand?”

“Uh ya. Sure.”

Anna leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, the pre-cum salty. Then she halfheartedly licked his shaft, her tongue trailing from the top of his scrotum up the 6” of his shaft, and back to the tip.

Then she took his cock inside her mouth.