Under the table and dreaming

Ms. Nanci leans over the table, making sure to accentuate her breasts. "So, Dougie, enjoying the evening so far?"

You can barely form a coherent reply, but manage to squeak out a tiny "Yes, ma'am," all the same.

"Oh, good! I was worried you were getting bored. You've hardly said anything!"

"S-sorry, I've been a little, uh, distracted," you mutter, idly looking around, trying to concentrate on anything other than your ass. If you came in your pants, you'd be humiliated.

"Oh? Whatever by?" Ms. Nanci feigns surprise, quite poorly. You finally meet her gaze, and try to glare at her, but with just the touch of a button, your expression melts into one of ecstasy, before she lowers the vibration once more. "Well, if you need something to help your concentration, I've got a few ideas. Get under the table."

It takes you a moment to process what she said, but in due time you reply with a startled "Wha-?"

"I said, under the table. Now."

You don't particularly want to upset her, and after a quick glance around to make sure you won't be seen, slip down, taking care not to bang your head. Ms. Nanci's legs are already spread, and she reaches under the table, pulling up her skirt. You shuffle forward, between her legs, already well aware of what she wants, and place a hand on either of her knees. She pulls aside her panties, letting her still growing member spring free, slapping you across the face with it.

"Just think of this as an appetizer, Dougie. You'll get the main course soon enough."

You hesitantly lean forward, panting breath washing over your teacher's hard cock, which twitches in anticipation. Not totally sure what to do, you lightly run your tongue over the head of her cock, mimicking what you've seen in porn. A quiet "Mm..." from above encourages you, and you lap at it more intently, even dipping the tip of your tongue into her piss slit. Letting go of her legs, you clasp the base of her prick and begin taking it into your mouth, running your tongue across the shaft while letting the head brush against the roof of your mouth. You try to bob your head slightly, but the low ceiling gives you little room to maneuver. Eventually, you opt to let go of her cock and get on all fours, so that you can simply rock back and forth under the table, .

You're so focused on the task in front of you, you fail to notice that the waitress has returned, and almost bang your head on the table when she speaks.

"Okay, so, that's yours, and then this would be the young gentleman's. Where is he, by the way?"

"Oh, he had to leave, but I'm happy to pay for both the meals. Say, I noticed there's nobody else in this section, is this your only table right now?"

"Well," the tall blonde remarked, taking the seat that was formerly yours, "it's always pretty quiet this time of day. And, yeah, it's just you for now. I'm sure it'll pick up in an hour or two, though!"

"Oh, I'm sure. But, in the meantime, you wouldn't mind keeping me company, would you?" You've pressed yourself as far forward as you can, almost deepthroating your teach, all to avoid bumping into the other woman. With your nose almost buried in Ms. Nanci's pubic hair, you fail to notice her foot slipping out of her shoe, and reaching over to gently massage the twenty-something's prominent bulge. "You know, I'm not sure I ever got your name."

"Ooo-ohhh, I'm sorry, it's Vanessa."

"Well, Vanessa, I've got something you might enjoy..."