John is in a rush

Ten minutes later, a man in his 50s appears at a half-jog, navy bathrobe flapping open over boxer briefs, slippers slapping the pavement. His hair’s still damp from the shower.

“Hey, stranger!” he pants, slowing at the table. “Thank God you’re out here again. Been forever.”

Lisa laughs, already placing six cups on a tray. “Hi, John. Are you in a rush again?”

“Chaos central. Everyone’s up, pancakes burning, kids fighting over the iPad…” He digs two twenties from his robe pocket and drops it on the table. “Six lemonades, please.”

She’s already pouring. Ice clinks, lemonade pours. As she does this, John steps around behind the stand. “I wish you did lemonade days more ofter, Lisa, I do.” Lisa sinks smoothly to her knees on the soft grass, apron brushing her thighs. He tugs the front of his robe aside and pulls his boxer down. “I know, I know.”

She takes his dick with one warm hand, leans in, and gets straight to work. She performs a steady, practiced blowjob, no teasing. John exhales through his teeth, both hands settling gently on Lisa’s short curly haircut, trying not to mess it too much. He is guiding her just enough to set the pace he needs. He loves Lisa’s blowjobs, they make his day, lift his mood. Her mouth has a je ne sais quoi. It goes deep and is squeezy in the right ways. It’s quick, maybe forty-five seconds, hips rocking once, twice, then a low grunt as he spills into her mouth.

Lisa pulls off neatly, turns her head, and spits the sperm into an empty plastic cup. She picks two paper napkins, one for John and the other to wipe the corner of her lips. She stands, and caps the six lemonades like nothing happened.

John tucks himself away, gathers the tray with both hands. “You’re a lifesaver. I’ll try to swing back later when the zoo calms down.”

“Anytime,” she says, bright as ever, giving him a little wave. “Say hi to Sarah and the monsters for me.”

“Will do. Bye, Lisa.”

He hurries off, robe flapping again. Lisa puts the used cup in the little fridge under the table, rinses her mouth with a quick sip of lemonade, and turns back to the street, humming, cheeks flushed, ready for the next hello.