“That’s just rude,” I tell him. “You know what? I have to go—powder my nose. Is that what I’m supposed to say?”
He looks up at the ceiling, trying not to laugh. “Oh, darn it, I dropped my phone.” I tap my foot on the ground, but realize I tapped my foot after I announced that I had dropped my phone. That was dumb.
“Huh?”
I look around and see no one is looking this way so I take my chance and climb under the table, completely concealing myself with the white tablecloth.
Austin’s hands are resting perfectly on his lap already, so I clasp, clasp—he’s cuffed. “What the—”
“Shh,” I whisper.
“Scarlett, get up here.”
“Shh,” I tell him again.
“You gotta be shittin’ me right now.”
“You look like you’re talking to yourself. Shut up and enjoy the entertainment.”
“What entertainment?” he says through gritted teeth. “You know how you said to let you know if you’ve crossed a line? It’s like you’re a professional pole vaulter tonight.”
“Pole vaulter, huh? You’ll take that back,” I whisper.
“Scarlett, come on.”
I unzip his jeans, reach in and release his cock from the seam of his boxer briefs. I try not to waste too much time so I get to it, leaning over his clasped hands to his erect cock. I wrap my hand around the base so he doesn’t get scratched by his zipper, and start off slow.
I see the tablecloth move a bit, but his hands are cuffed, so he must be leaning forward. I reach into my bag that I pulled under the table and grab an Altoid. I was saving this trick for a special occasion. I remove my mouth for a quick second and pop the mint onto my tongue, chewing it up quickly before rewrapping my lips around his cock. I exhale gently as I move up and down, feeling his legs jerk around as if he’s out of control. I’d do anything to see the look on his face right now. “Can I take your order, or would you like me to wait for your wife to return?” Wife? Geez, lady. Way to go with assumptions. I keep moving up and down, sliding my tongue in the way he likes. “Uh, we’ll—I uh—uhh—mmm—I’ll wait.”
“Oookay,” the waitress says.
“Sc-ar-lett,” he mutters. I keep going, making deeper motions until his cock hits the back of my throat. “Hi!” I hear with a squeaky voice.
“Oh, hi, Austin, where’s Scarlett tonight?”
Mom? Oh shit. I pause. Pausing doesn’t amount to good things.
“She’s—uh—in the bathroom, I think. Yup,” Austin says quickly.
“Whatup, bro,” I hear Jack say from a distance.
Austin is quiet again. “I’m going to go find Scarlett in the bathroom,” Mom says.
I continue what I was doing to avoid any discomfort on his end, moving faster, with deeper strokes. I grab another mint with my free hand and toss it into my mouth, chewing it once and nearly swallowing it whole. I go in for the last round of light breezes, a pull, suck, and that’s all it takes for Austin’s warmth to be dripping down the back of my throat. The hint of mint really adds something special to my appetizer. Bad idea.
I reach up and grab a napkin, finding it on the first try. “Is um, everything okay under there?” The waitress asks.
“Yes, she’s just fixing her shoe, I think,” Austin says.
“Um, oh, okay. I’ll just be back in another minute, then,” she says, sounding suspicious.
“You know what? We’re both going to have the T-bone with mashed potatoes and slaw. Cook them both medium, please. Oh, and two of your drink specials.”
“The Sex on the Beach?” she asks, and I stifle a small giggle.
“Yup. That. Thanks.”
“I’ll be right back with your drinks,” she says.
