Freshman(43)

Feeling so wicked and naughty, and thrilling at that heady feeling of doing this in public, where we could be caught, I slowly began to pull him out of his fly.





Tyler turned to me then and gave me a look like I was crazy. But, he didn't stop me either, and he merely inched forward a little under the tablecloth as I slipped his big, thick dick out of his pants and started to stroke him openly.





He began to push his finger deeper into me, stroking at my tight slit as he eased another digit in right next to it, stretching me. I moaned softly again and squirmed in my seat as I slid my small hand up and down the throbbing shaft beneath the table.





Anna turned to me again, this time creasing her brow and giving me a strange look and a half smile before turning back to the stage. A minute later, she turned again with that same strange look on her face, giving me curious half-smile again before turning back to the stage. I could tell she knew something was up, even if she didn't know just how naughty we were being under the table.





Again, there was just something about Tyler that brought out this naughty side of me; something that put the good girl Christina away and brought out the dirty, teasing little slut inside of me. And as I jerked his cock under the table while he made me squirm on his fingers, I knew I wanted more; much more.





His face fell a little as I took my hand off of his cock, but then his eyes went wide as I covertly reached beneath my butt and began to skim my panties down my smooth legs. I reached down as subtly as I could and plucked them off my heeled shoe, before bringing them back up and jamming them into his jacket pocket with a sly grin at him. I spread my legs a little wider under the table, and I felt his breath catch as he let his hand stroke freely up and down my slit.





And then, shocking myself at how crazy and insane it was, I quickly scooted over and onto Tyler’s lap. His hand froze on my thighs and he leaned in to quietly hiss in my ear. ”What he hell are you doing? This is fucking insan-”





I cut him off as reached down, wrapped my hand around his cock, and began to stroke it gently against my slippery pussy lips.





He grunted quietly, his hands tightening on my thighs as he rocked his hips up against me.





Slowly, the blood roaring in my ears, I gently eased up off his lap and slipped the fat head of his cock through my folds to press hotly against my opening. Against all sense of rational thought and consequence, I was determined to slide that big, fat cock of his inside of me, right there at the table.





With a soft moan, I began to ease down onto him, letting his thick girth stretch me deliciously as he filled my tight little pussy up entirely with his enormous dick. I kept going, milking him with my muscles and feeling his pulse throb against me until I was settled all the way down onto him.





"You are wonderfully insane, you know.,” he growled into my ear, before nipping and kissing at my neck.





"I know," I whispered back, squeezing him with my pussy and feeling him groan.





I couldn't exactly fuck him at the table without anyone throwing us out, but as gently and as subtly as I could, I began to grind and rock on him. I clenched and milked him with my inner muscles, feeling him throb inside of me as he rocked gently up into me.





Thinking appearances, I left both hands on the table, alongside one of Tyler’s. His other hand slipped between my legs though, and began to tease my clit as we rocked like that, making it harder and harder for me to pretend I was focused and concentrating on the stage.





"Can I get you guys anything?"





The waitress's voice made me gasp, and I could feel Tyler tense beneath me as I gripped him tightly with my pussy in my shock.





She was giving us a strange look, but one that I could read instantly that was something along the lines of "sir why is your daughter sitting in your lap." She said nothing, but her eyes flitted to both of our faces, as if trying to figure it out.





"I- I'll take another one of these," Tyler croaked out, holding up his empty glass.





I blushed, barely able to even talk. "I'm good,” I said quietly. I couldn't believe I was talking to our waitress while my pussy was stretched and stuffed full of Tyler’s big dick under the table.





She gave us one last lingering and curious look before she walked away.





Anna was turned and staring at us openly now, and I felt my cheeks burn hot as I felt Tyler’s thick cock throb inside of me. Her eyes squinted at us, a teasing grin on her lips, before suddenly her whole face lit up as her jaw dropped.





"Oh my GOD, are you two-?!" She stared as us in total shock, with something else in her eyes I couldn't quite read, and I blushed an even deeper scarlet, feeling her eyes on me while I was so filled with Mr. Weaver’s cock.