Sunday, I was obliged to accompany hubby to the golf club for a lunch with a business associate of his, Brad, and Brad’s wife. It was tedious. Brad claimed to have the number two market share of printer toners in Tennessee. Yawn. Brad was a fat man with a fat ego. His wife was non-descript except that she was also fat and dressed as badly as the queen of England (sorry queenie). Although duty bound to accompany my husband to this lunch, I simply could not join in their tiresome conversation. Instead I dreamily sipped my wine and imagined making love on the table with the waiter who had caught my eye with his gorgeous smile.
Eventually, I made my excuses and got up to go and powder my nose. It was at this moment I realised I was slightly drunk, but it was a nice feeling. And it gave me courage, because a few minutes later, when I stepped out of the bathroom I nearly crashed into out a waiter who flashed me another beautiful smile. Time to take the bull by the horn I thought to myself. With very fast thinking I said “Oh, can you help me, I have a problem in here”. I gently pulled his elbow and he followed me back into the bathroom.. “It is just in here” and I led him into a cubicle and shut the door behind him. Before he had a chance to say anything I dropped to my knees and unzipped him.
Now ladies, many of you are thinking “no way”, and a few “I would never” and I am sure many are saying “go girl”. Well, when you have done it a few times, as I have, you realise it is in fact very easy. Firstly men will go along simply out of politeness, and secondly by the time they realise what you are up to they will never refuse a blow job. Never. It does not matter what you look like, you just need the right attitude.
I sucked him eagerly and he had gotten stiff very quickly. I pulled the skin right back and pumping my head forwards as far as I could, with a tongue swirling motion on the underside of his cock – a technique a recent lover taught me. He was a heavy breather and I that gave me plenty of warning of when he was about to shoot. The bastard held my head tight as he came, but I liked that, it showed masculinity, unlike my husband who wouldn’t dare. He was a big cummer too. I swallowed some, and discretely let some drip into the palms of my hands. When he was spent, his grip loosened and I got up. He looked a little be frightened as to what was next on the menu. I put him at ease “I thought I would give you a tip personally for your service because by husband is a lousy tipper”. Then I stepped out and left him behind. Although I didn’t orgasm myself, I find that kind of experience very thrilling. I don’t know why? I also got a real kick out of saying goodbye to Brad and his wife by shaking hands with them, my own hand still sticky with the waiter’s cum.