I Couldn't Resist in Public

I sat in the corner booth of a crowded, noisy bar. It seemed that every monitor on the vast walls was playing a different game, each of which was competing for attention.

Remy waved for the waitress, but she didn't notice. That was the second time he had tried with no success.

"Do you think she forgot about us?" I asked Remy, half jesting.

"Well we are in the literal corner," he grinned, "and I can see she has her hands full." It was a kind way to describe the waitress' oversight of our little booth. This was my first date with Remy, and it was more a formality than anything. We both knew how we wanted the night to proceed.

"I'm jealous," I whispered, putting a hand on his thigh. "I can hardly wait for my hands to be full."

Remy almost jumped, looking awkwardly to see if anyone was watching. I could feel his cock growing along his inner thigh. "I think I could help you with that," said Remy, "as soon as that waitress remembers us."

He put a hand on my leg, sliding it beneath my already short dress. He brushed the hair away from my neck, and kissed along the shoulder.

I hummed with delight, and then devious thought crossed my mind. "Or," I said, reaching with my other hand and pulling at his belt.

"What are you doing?" Remy blushed. He knew exactly what I was doing.

"Nervous we'll get caught?" I said, wiggling the belt free and starting to work on his button and zipper.

"How could I not be?"

The button unfastened with ease, and I bit the corner of my lip as I worked the zipper down. "Hardly anyone can see us," I said, "and those that can didn't come here to watch us." I edged my fingers beneath his boxers.

I ran my fingers along his shaft, still hard against his inner thigh, and he let out a soft groan.

"See," I said, "no one is watching."

Remy relaxed only slightly. I seized the moment to pull at the corners of his pants, just enough to free his cock entirely. He balled up his jacket at put it at the edge of the booth, though it hardly was any cover.

His cock was warm in my hand as I tugged him gently. I held his balls with my other, and he seemed to like it. I looked around at the few tables that could see our little booth. The closest was a couple adjacent to us, but they both were cheering at one of the screens, and still we went unnoticed.

I spread the drip of precum over the tip of his cock with a finger. I liked how slick it felt in my hand, and my mouth started to water. I let go of his cock, pulling a hairband from my wrist and putting my hair up.

Then I leaned over, nearly laying down in the booth with my face in his lap.

"Stephanie," whispered Remy, "what if we get caught-"

He halted his question as I slid his cock into my mouth. Again, I held the shaft with one hand, and his balls with the other. Remy moaned softly, and I could feel him leaning back into the booth.

I could see the faint impression of my lipstick in a blurred line just below the tip of his cock. I took it as a challenge, curious how far down his cock I could push the lipstick line. I could taste a bit of precum, sticky against my tongue.

Remy reached a hesitant hand down the inside the front of my dress, beneath my bra. I let out a soft moan as he palmed my boob then swirled a teasing finger around my nipple. I took him deep into my throat in response.

I gasped as I pulled off his cock, hoping that it hadn't been loud enough to get anyone's attention. Spittle dripped from my lips in a stream that connected to his tip. Now slicker than when I had started, I continued to suck him off; twisting and angling my head as I blew him.

Remy pulled his hand from my dress suddenly and cleared his throat with embarrassment. I looked up, his cock still in my mouth, and saw the couple across from us watching with wide grins of shock and amusement.

Although a little shy about it, I kept sucking, watching them back. The girl slapped the guys shoulder as he kept watching as I sucked Remy's cock while looking at him.

Remy, figuring that we had already come this far, grabbed my ponytail. I let him guide me, gagging as he pushed me down onto his cock. When he let go, I took the opportunity to catch my breath, holding the tip at the edge of my lips.

His cock pulsed, and a stream of cum splashed over my cheek. I gasped, wrapping my lips around the tip before I got hit with another pulse. Cum poured into my mouth, thick and gooey.

"Sorry about that wait, its crazy busy. Do we have room for dessert," I heard the familiar voice of the waitress say before gasping.

I shot up from his lap in a panic. Remy stumbled over half formed sentences as he frantically zipped up.

I could feel the cum dripping from my chin, my hands like webs with spittle. "I think--" I started, the cum still in my mouth. I held out a finger, then swallowed the cum with a single gulp. "I think just the check."