Teases...at first...

Jane's hands slide up your thighs, slipping up higher than where her feet were just moments ago. Your heart leaps in your chest as her hand hits your hard cock rising up along your right thigh. Her hands back off and for a moment you worry that she's backing out. In response, you spread your legs wider, trying to make it look like everything is fine above the table cloth, but you can feel your cheeks burning with blush and lust.

Jane's fingers find your thighs again and they press a little harder this time, hard enough not to tickle, but definitely still teasing you. Another five fast heartbeats later and you feel something else on your dick. It takes you a second to realize that it's her breath, definitely her teeth, and either her lips or tongue or both, working your head over through your pants.

Fuck you want to cum! She can feel it too...your throbbing, your bucking...and then you feel her fingers on your fly, the zipper...and you've never wanted anyone to pull your dick out for you so bad in all your life.

The other restaurant goers had no idea what was happening; no one was looking over. Lost in their own conversations; all they would have had to do is look and they'd have seen Jane's legs under the table cloth as she knelt between your thighs.

"Tell me you want it," came a whisper from under the table. "Tell me you want....me...." begged another whisper.

"I want...fuck....sweetie....I want it. I want you. I want you right fucking....nohhhhow," you whisper back and your head is enveloped by the softest mouth you've ever had on your dick. Her lips and her tongue are velvet, soft, wet, hot...so fucking hot....it's like being blown by a ghost. Your eyes close and you have to lean against the table for a split second as you see stars. Maintaining your cool is almost impossible.

As your head slips further back in her mouth, her hands find your thighs to press them wide apart to give her the room she needs to work, and she doesn't disappoint. Something in the way she's working your cock makes you want to cum and simultaneously makes you not need to cum. It's fucking magical.

Jane's phone lights up and your half-lidded, lust fogged eyes slide over to it and see that it's a new message from "Your Redheaded Fuck Slut" and the picture next to the name is the face of the redheaded Sam, and it looks like she's moaning in ecstasy. Her phone never went all the way dark and locked, so you could read the message if you wanted. The fragment you see makes your dick jump in Jane's mouth and edges you that much closer to cumming right then and there.