When I get inside the restaurant our eyes meet from across the room. You stand up, walk over to me and take me by the hand to lead me to our table. As we drink our coffee, we talk easily together thanks to our instant messages over the internet. As we talk though, both of us are thinking about other things we had discussed and soon our conversation turns personal. I move closer to you so that our bodies can touch in the booth. Eventually my hand finds it's way to your crotch so that I can touch what I've been aching to taste. You appear surprised and look at me as I ease your zipper down to slip my hand inside.

When my fingers touch your manhood, it jumps a little at the contact and then starts to grow within my grasp. I run my finger up over the tip to see if you're leaking yet and feel just a single bead of moisture. As you watch, I take my hand away and put my finger to my mouth and toy your taste from my fingertip.

When my hand finds your length again, I feel your hand make it's way over to my softness and you rub me from outside of my pants. Your manhood beads up more with cum and I rub it around the tip and down over the shaft. I let my hand slowly rub up and down as my fingers close around your length while it hardens.

Your fingers find their way inside my pants and move down to my softness to find it wet and ready for your touch.

I jump the instant your thumb presses my personal place as your fingers slide deep inside my aching softness. Neither one of us cares that we might be seen. The need to touch and be touched is too strong. I want to crawl under the table and suck your manhood into my mouth, but there are people too close to our booth. I silently wish that we had agreed to meet at a restaurant where the booths are secluded from other patrons. As I stroke you, you pull your hand out from under the table and toy your fingers like I had mine. My softness feels empty already without your fingers and I reach over and suck one of your fingers into my mouth before kissing you lightly on the lips.

You ask the waitress for our bill and as she gets it we straighten our clothes.

When we get out to your car you push me up against the side of it and slam your length up against my aching softness. You kiss me deeply as you slowly grind your hips in a circle arousing me to a frenzy. I put my hand in between us and slide it inside your pants to feel your length as it pushes up against my softness. I can feel my pants getting wet where you're rubbing against me and the moisture from your length is soaking your boxers. I love the sticky feel of it.

I'm glad that it's dark outside but I couldn't care less if anyone knew what we were doing. I want to feel your manhood inside of me soon and I tell you so. You break our contact long enough to open your door. I get in on your side and as I scoot across the seat you put your hand between my legs and start to rub me some more. It feels so good that I have to stop and press back against your hand. I tell you to rub harder and you do, pushing my pants up inside of my softness with your fingers. Within seconds I am playing your fingers and my pants as they probe my softness. I'm sopping wet by the time I can stop long enough to continue my way into the car, allowing you to follow me in. After you sit down, I pull your face towards me and kiss you deeply, letting our tongues dance the way our bodies want to. You start the engine and back the car out of the parking space. As you shift into drive, I reach over and release your prick from your pants and wrap my hands around it. I can feel the cum all over you and rub it so that I can get it all over my hand too. I toy my hand to taste your juices and then I slide down on the seat and take your length into my mouth as you drive. Your driving gets a little erratic as I pump my mouth up and down your shaft. You're so excited from the teasing in the restaurant and the movements of my hand, mouth and tongue that I can feel your legs tense up as you drive.

You tell me that you're going to cum and I lower my mouth down and place your manhood to my throat as you pump your load inside of me.

I love the sounds you make when you groan and as your prick pumps over and over into my mouth you shout that you're cumming. I swallow and savor the taste. I raise my face when your length is done spurting and lift my mouth to yours to let our tongues mate just a little. Your hand goes back to my crotch as I sit up in the seat and you push your fingers back into my softness from outside my pants.

You can feel how wet I am as you wiggle your fingers inside of me. I take your hand away and raise it to the waistband of my pants so that you can put them inside of my softness without any barriers. Within minutes we get to your place and you hurry me inside. As the door closes you push me up against it pulling my pants down as I open your zipper, and ram your length inside of me where we stand.

It's not an easy movement, so we fall to the floor and you pound your prick inside of me till you cum again and we can finally lay quietly in each others arms for some rest. Don't worry - we have all night and plenty of chances to take it slow and easy or fast and hard as we try every postion our bodies desire.