Slide under the table

“Ok, I think I have an idea” and without waiting for him to respond you slide your body forward until you are sliding off the bench and under the table. With a struggle you manage to get onto your knees beneath the table, and after some careful manoeuvring you find yourself facing him, or at least his lap, with the top of your head up against the underside of the table.

Reaching hands up you release his belt and have his zip undone, and as a reward you feel the pressure of his cock pressing up against his boxer shorts. His own hands join you under the table, and feel their way around your face until they are tangled in his hair, and as you lean forward, you can feel him trying to pull you even closer.

With your fingers wrapped poised to delve into his boxers, you take a quick glance sideways, checking to see if anyone has spotted you under the table, knowing that should anyone happen to look down they could not fail to see you.

“Here goes there” you whisper to yourself and suddenly you have his cock free and in your hand. You take barely a moment to admire the stiff flesh in your hand before you lean down and run the tip of it over your lips, already tasting his precum smear over them. His hands in your hair pull harder, and you know it’s a good sign.

For a moment you consider taking it slowly, maybe kissing and licking him until he begs you to really blow him, but you realise that the moment calls for a direct and prompt approach, and so parting your lip you suddenly drive his cock right into your mouth. His reaction is immediate and as he holds your head you feel him push his hips up, helping his cock go deeper into your hungry mouth.