Saturday Night. Date Night. I ask her out for dinner and we decide on a Chinese Restaurant in the area. I arrive at her place around 7:00, we exchange pleasantries, small talk, and a little bit of kissing. We leave there and arrive at the restaurant at 7:45. We have a drink at the bar while waiting for a table.

We get seated, in the back, in a booth. We sit, strangely, side by side. I don’t give it much thought. The waitress arrives and takes our drink orders. As the waitress leaves, my date whispers in my ear, “I want you to make me cum, right here, during dinner.” Thinking she is playing with me, I whisper back, “What about me?”

“Don’t worry, you’re next,” she says with a smile. She excuses herself from the booth and goes to the ladies’ room.

The waitress arrives with the drinks and I tell her we will order when my friend returns. She returns a few minutes later and slides back into the booth, seated close to the wall. She opens her purse, takes out her panties, and places them in my lap. “These are for you, I won’t be needing them,” she whispers. I grab them and stuff them into my jacket pocket. I begin thinking that this is for real, how am I going to accomplish this, and how in the world is she going to get me off.

We order and are alone for the moment. She grabs my hand, again, and places it on her knee just below the hem of her skirt. I look around, nobody seems to be paying attention to us, so I begin moving my hand up her thigh. She begins to moan. She wraps one arm around my head and pulls me close and sticks her tongue in my ear, then whispers, “Fuck me with your finger.”

My hand slides up to her pussy, feeling her wetness about mid-thigh. My hand reaches her spot and I gently insert just the tip of my finger into her, work it around a little and pull it out. I bring my finger to my mouth and lick off the wetness. I give her a quick peck on the lips. “Again,” she whispers. I place my hand back between her legs and insert my finger back into her pussy, this time working it all the way in. I start to work my finger, quickly, in and out of her pussy. She is moaning softly. With my finger still working in and out of her pussy, I use my thumb to rub her clit. She again grabs my head with one arm and pulls my close, “Yes, Yes”. She cums on my hand. I bring my hand back out and lick my finger again and lightly brush my finger across her lips. She runs her tongue over her lips and smiles.

Our waitress reappears with our dinners and we begin to nibble at our meals. I am very excited at this point and wondering if my turn is coming next. About halfway through the meal she tells me to go to the bathroom. I look at her and she winks at me. I excuse myself from the table and go into the men’s room. Not really sure what to expect, I pace back and forth, waiting for something.

She enters the room, locks the door, and pulls down my zipper. I begin to unsnap my button but she grabs my hands and places them at my sides. She reaches into my pants, through the zipper, pulls down my underwear, and pulls my now very hard cock out. She takes it into her mouth and begins to suck and stroke on it. I begin to rock my hips in motion with her mouth. Because of the excitement, I feel myself begin to be ready to explode. I begin to moan softly. She begins to suck a little harder and forgoes with the stroking. I let out a little moan. I arch my back and cum into her mouth. She strokes my cock up and down a couple of times to get all the cum out and sucks it into her mouth. She stands up, unlocks the door and leaves.

I begin to ‘fix’ myself, put my cock back into my pants, pull up my zipper, begin to breathe again. I leave the men’s room and return to our table. She is sitting there eating her meal. I take my seat beside her and give her a kiss, the tip of my tongue barely entering her mouth. Our tongues barely touch. I continue eating, quickly, wanting more but not wanting to rush.

“Check Please.”