Before you can get out a girl sits down and starts jerking Jacob off

Panting for breath you nonetheless clean up Jacob's dick, sucking the last of his cum out of the log he calls a dick and wiping the last of your spittle off of him.

You're about to slither out from under the table when a pair of long shapely legs push under the table cloth as a woman sides down next to Jacob.

"Jacob, fancy meeting you here," the woman purrs.

For a moment you freeze, then pull back to avoid the long stocked legs that end in fuck me pumps.

"Lindsay," Jacob says a little weakly, no doubt feeling the same dilemma you feel. "How nice to see you."

"Aw, you don't sound like you mean that. Maybe I can change that," she says throatily, and your jaw drops as a delicate hand with long red nails drops onto Jacob's legs. Your hand snaps out, but rather than giving away your presence you grab Jacob's dick, desperately trying to stuff it back into his pants.

'How does he do this?' you wonder as you struggle.

"Really, Lindsay, anyone could see if they looked!" Jacob objects, a little feebly in your opinion, and he doesn't even grab her arm.

Lindsay's fingers stroke up and down, from knee to upper thigh, and you grit your teeth and avoid her as you slowly manage to stuff Jacob's dick back into his pants. The bastard doesn't even try to help, either by grabbing her hand or helping yours. Like pushing a jack back into a box you're finally able to zip up Jacob's fly, at which point you sit back on your heels and let out a silent breath.

"After last Saturday I thought you would call," she says with a pouty voice, and her fingers rush up to his crotch. "Don't you like me anymore?"

Stifling a growl you're **** to watch as her hands undo what you've just done, unzipping his pants before invading your territory.

"L-Lindsay, I, uh, of course I like you," Jacob stammers, sounding unlike the cool confidant man you've always known him to be.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced. It doesn't feel like it."

Before your angry eyes the long delicate fingers pull on Jacob's dick, making it emerge like one of those endless scarves magicians produce, until at last its full length dangles over her hand.

Then it occurs to you that you don't have to stand for this. Jacob might not be objecting because you're not. Maybe he thinks you're actually enjoying this, making it your fault that he's letting a strange girl fondle him in front of you. But the thought of letting her know that you've been under the table all this time embarrasses you. She'd know why you were here and...

Gritting your teeth you make up your mind as her hand slowly rubs up and down the length of Jacob's responding dick.