He looked at his watch twenty seconds ago, and he looked at it again. She's never late, where could she be? In a matter of minutes, he went from worry to anger, back to worry again.
Her cell phone went right to voice mail, he left another message.
He was sipping some water when his text went off, I Love You, it said.
His knee hit under the table when he felt movement under the table he was sitting at. The table cloth moved from below, covering his lap.
"Is that you?" His pants unsnapped, zipper pulled down. "Is..."
"Quiet!" So she's not late, he thought, as his dick was freed. Her warm mouth took him in, slurping him in. He hit his knee again, she sucked him hard, tongue licking his growing length. He swallowed a moan as a pretty waitress with a knowing look and smile asked if he wanted some wine, while waiting for his date. "No...thank...you," he gasped, as she sucked him harder still. Would you like some bread the waitress asked as his eyes crossed. He barely shook his head no, a soft"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" from under the table. "I'll leave you to it" she said, left with a all knowing wink.
His fists balled up on the table, slurping, swallowing sounds, getting louder, under the table. She squeezed his balls as she sucked faster, he almost pumped into her mouth, then remembered where they are.
Miss waitress returned to light the candles on the table. "Your good," she whispered, my boyfriend would have came already."
Just as she turned her back to check on another table, he exploded. Streams of hot cum shot out of his dick into her mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," the waitress coughed to help cover the duel sounds of satisfaction.