Chapter 9
Jack
“You look good enough to eat,” I gasped. “Be careful, I may hold you to that,” she giggled. Franky looped he arm in mine as we were walking into the restaurant. I felt like I was walking on air with this beauty on my arm.
“This is our first date Jack. I must tell you, I never fuck on a first date,” she told me as we were sitting down at the booth we were taken to. “But I do other things,” she added with a wink.
We both ordered steak and lobster with all the fixins. I was pleased to be out to dinner with a woman who doesn’t eat like a rabbit. Salad and white wine.
The server told us that the place was really busy tonight. That our wait time could be twenty minutes or more. “That’s okay, I’m sure we can find a way to keep ourselves entertained,” Franky told the girl.
Franky leaned over from the left of me and kissed me on the cheek. “I feel giddy like a girl on her first date,” she whispered in my ear. Her top billowed a bit allowing me to see a majority of her creamy tits with the coral pink puffy nipples.
“See something you like?” she purred when she saw the growing bulge in my slacks.
“Let’s have a little fun,” she said sexily.
I am astounded when she pulls my left hand under her dress and grasps my wrist while rubbing my hand up and down her already sloppy wet gash.
“I really get off having sex in public,” she purrs.
After a few moments, I begin using my fingers to strum her saucy pussy. When she lets go of my wrist, I bury three fingers into her gash and rub my thumb on her clit while I bang her and rub on her g-spot.
“Yes Jack, Yes Jack, Yesssssssss,” she moans breathily. Suddenly, her head falls back and her thighs quiver mightily. “YESSSSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSS,” she moans softly as she gets off.
My entire hand was dripping from the fluids of her arousal and climax. I use my thick cloth napkin to dry my hand while she uses hers to dry off her pussy and thighs.
I have to bite my lip when the girl comes to deliver our dinner. From the expression on her face, she can obviously smell the deep musky scent of sex all around us. “We had a little before dinner entertainment,” Franky told the girl. She practically ran from our table.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I gasped as the girl moved away from us. “Stick with me and you’ll have all kinds of new and exciting experiences.” My dick is hard as granite and although I did extremely enjoy what just happened, I feel a bit concerned inside. Did I just cheat on Mylo?
I held my blazer in front of me while we left the restaurant to cover the fact that I still had a raging hardon. Egged on my many exposures of Franky’s smooth bare pussy throughout the meal.
We were barely out on the highway when Franky got on her knees and yanked my cock out of my slacks and boxers. “What are…..Oh Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned as she sucked my cock into her mouth.
I have had many blow jobs in my life but never on the road out in public. My dick is like a titanium rod as Frany’s soft pouty lips bounce up and down on my cock. “Oh my gawd that’s good,” I moan.
This is so fucking arousing and Franky looks so fucking hot blowing me that I blow my load in less than two minutes. Franky sucks every drop out of my ball sack and then licks her lips after she swallows all of the cum.
“Geezus, that has to be cheating.” Flashes across my mind as we drive the rest of the way home. It is dead silent in my Hummer the rest of the way home.
“Oh sweetie. Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty?” Franky asked once we were back in the mansion. “First of all, oral sex is not cheating. It’s not even sex. Bill Clinton said so on a witness stand.” Franky told me.
“Second, if you ever cheated on my mom it would take years for you to catch up to her,” she stated. “What do you mean by that?” I grumbled. “You’re a big boy Jack. I’m sure you can figure that out,” Franky answered.
“Do you think my ridiculously rich mother sits on her hands when she is away from home for months at a time? Would any woman go that long without sex?” she added. “I have been,” I blurted out. Then I went to my den.