TheBlindWriter

It was ten o’clock and we had several beers too many. We met online and were on our first date. And may I say, it was going smashingly well.

 With a little liquid courage to bolster my confidence, I leaned into him and took a deep sniff. He smelled so fucking good like soap and sunshine. 

Did I mention how good looking he was? As a mom in her 40s back in the dating pool, I was doing fucking amazing with all the delicious humans I chose to go out with, but this one was particularly making my lady bits all ooey gooey.   

“When was the last time you played Truth or Dare?” I asked reaching out with my icy cold hand and placing it on top of his hand. Oh … his hand was so warm, and very soft. Hmmm, how would his hands feel …? 

He just laughed, but hesitated a bit, turning his palm right side up and entangling his fingers with my cold fingers. The warmth of his hand shot through my hand and up my arm, and straight toward my nipples, lighting them on fire. God this mom needs to get laid, I thought. 

We were holding hands across the table. How cute. I really wanted those hands elsewhere, but I’ll take this for now … Or, could I move this along a bit faster and fulfill one of my fantasies? 

I finally decided that the monologue in my brain was enough and it was time to act. “Well, I’m ready for some fun and I have a naughty idea.” 

“Oh yeah?” His smile was in his voice and it was flirty and ready for a challenge. 

“I want you to crawl under the table and make me cum in less than 2 minutes. You did say you loved to worship pussy …”

“Is that a dare?” 

“Fuck yeah!” I laughed. “My pussy … I mean … I could use some worshipping. You know, mom and all.”

“Well, if this is a dare, I have to do it,” He pushed back his chair and slipped under the table.

“Good thing you wore a dress.” he said. “It’s perfect for what I’m going to do to you.”

He parted my knees and settled between my thighs and pulled my dress over his head and neck.

Oh my god he was going to fucking do it! I already was on the edge of cumming. The thought alone was making sitting very uncomfortable for me. The idea of being in public … even if there weren’t too many people around. Most of them were inside the restaurant, but we had managed to snag a corner table outside.

I felt  his warm rough fingers slide my panties aside while his other hand encouraged my thighs apart. 

“Open your legs more,” he demanded from under the table in a low sexy whisper. “And your dare is to stay quiet.”

Fuck! He just told a moaner to keep quiet. Shit … I was in trouble. 

I grabbed my mostly empty pint of beer and clung to the mug as if it were my only hope to stay afloat in the middle of a typhoon. I could sooooo do this. After all, back in college I had voyaged on a ship that skirted around three typhoons and I lived to tell the story. To be fair, I did not have someone’s fingers and mouth about to devour me while navigating around the typhoons. So maybe …

I had this damnit. 

“Oh …” 

I turned the single syllable into a cough to hide the growing heat between my thighs..

“Did you need something ma’am?” asked a waiter who was clearing off glasses and dishes at a nearby table. “I could get the two of you a final round. Should I get two more Maui Wowies?”

“Um,” I gasped. “Sure. And water please.”

“Shall I get two glasses of water?”

I pressed my lips together trying to pretend like I was thinking about one glass of water versus two. Instead, all I thought was why the fuck couldn’t this waiter just go and get the beer? I swear service wasn’t this good earlier.

‘Yes!” The word escaped past my lips in a small explosion. I could feel heat staining my cheeks. 

I couldn’t look the waiter in the eyes. “Two waters and two more beers please … please.” 

I was gritting my teeth and clenching my jaw. My mouth felt disconnected from the rest of my body. There were polite, publicly acceptable words coming from my mouth, but they were unfamiliar to me. Usually, other words were used when someone had their head between my thighs. Those words were never quiet words, and definitely not polite.

Speaking of polite …

During my exchange with the waiter, I felt my date’s tongue lick around my slit and find its way past my opening and directly onto my clit. Soft fluttering licks and …

“Um, oh …” I shifted in my seat. My head in my hand trying to hide my eyes behind my fingers. 

“Shhhhhh …” His tongue stopped and he pulled away. I could feel the cool night air against my hungry pussy. i needed that mouth on me again. 

“Shhhhhh.” he reprimanded me.

“Don’t stop,” I said under my breath.

His tongue went back to work. I felt a growing flush spread across  my cheeks, and down to my chest. Sweat drops formed at my temples. My nipples were tingling and felt on fire. I could feel my pussy  getting heavier and wetter with the need to cum. The chair I sat on was beginning to collect a small puddle under my thighs. 

Things were quickly heating up. 

Trying to put out the fire growing inside of me, I brought my pint of beer to my mouth and gulped nothing but air. 

“Damnit!”

The fire wouldn’t stop burning. 

I had to hide my face. If anyone looked at me, they would know …

I pushed my empty beer mug away and leaned into the table, folded my arms, and dropped my head onto them. I could feel myself beginning to get close to cumming. 

His mouth was magic and I was going to …

“Here you go ma’am. I brought the bill along with the Maui Wowies. No hurry to pay.” 

Oh my god did he know what was happening to me? I really could care less about the fucking bill. I was about to see stars.

My pussy throbbed in tandem with each thunk of beer mugs and water glasses being placed onto the table, 

“Thank you,” I whispered screamed as I exploded. My pussy absolutely melted all over my chair and I’m sure my date’s face was covered in my squirt.  

Clearing my throat, I sat up straight and grinned at the waiter as if nothing was amiss. “No really … thanks.” 

“No problem ma’am.” and as the waiter turned away, I pulled the hem of my dress up higher on my thighs and slipped my hands under the table. I reached under to grab my date’s face, but he pulled back and took my hands in his.

“This was the best drink of the night. Feel what I did to you.” 

He took my hands and showed me the puddle  on my chair. Hmmm, I thought. Someone is going to need a big pile of napkins to clean that up. 

My date put my hands on his face and led my fingers to his lips. They were coated with my creamy goodness. I was all over his face and it was hot as hell.

My date poked his head out from beneath the table cloth. 

“Oh sir. You came back.” the waiter said as he passed by us.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I thought in my head as my face definitely flamed red.

“Yes, my date dropped her earring under the table and I found it for her.”

“Oh wonderful. I’m glad you found it. … and sir … you have a little bit of something on your chin.” The waiter handed him a stack of napkins as he turned away grinning.

Bringing my hand to my face to try and stop the giggle bubbling up, I said, “Well then … to be fair, it will be your turn next time.”

Using the napkins the waiter gave him, he stood up and wiped his face clean of me. He looked directly at me and asked, “Is that a dare?”