Todd didn't drive very well on the way over to the restaurant for lunch the next day. But that was my fault. I was so fucking hot from the feel of the buyers' eyes on my wobbling tits and moist cunt that it was impossible for me to keep my hands out of Todd's pants in the car.
"Hey, doll, have a heart," he protested. "How long do you think I can stand your hot hand jacking me off, and not come all over this car? I'm driving so erratically that already we've picked up a black and white. He's been tailing us for three blocks. Will you please stop swirling your slippery thumb over my dickhead?"
"Oh, all right," I pouted, taking my hands off of his cock very reluctantly. "But if we linger too long over lunch, I'm going to attack you right there at the table!"
"Promises, promises," Todd grinned, thinking I wasn't serious. I'd begun to wish I'd worn some cotton panties to absorb all of the moisture that was trickling down my crack and spreading on the skirt under my squirming ass. I couldn't ever remember wanting to fuck so badly!
The Golden Oar was full of class. Soft lights and deep pile rugs, sparkling crystal on the thick, cushiony table clothes, waiters in deep maroon jackets bowing and ushering us to a quiet corner table. The food was superb, but I was past the point of even savoring the taste. All I could think of was sucking on Todd's hard on under the snowy-white table cover.
"Wha-what are you doing, Judy?" Todd suddenly gasped in shocked surprise. "Get back up here in your chair. For Christ's sake, woman, don't you dare suck on my cock! Not in The Golden Oar. It's just not done! Oh, shit! I guess it is."
"I told you I was hot, damn it," I hissed at him. I was on my knees on the soft carpet between his legs. "Ouch! I hit my head. Your cock is too long, or this table is too low. Mmmmmmm. Are you ever hot, you sex fiend!"
"Huh… look who's t-t-talking!" Todd stuttered, desperately pulling the cloth over his lap and trying very hard to look innocent – and bored, like the other diners.
I licked his stiff rod up one side and down the other, then back again, gripping his rigid cock fiercely. My tongue swirled madly around and around on his spade-shaped crown. I bent his prick down toward my face until he groaned and muttered something about it not being possible to point a man's hard cock down at his heels. I paid him no attention. He tasted so good! My cunt was inflamed, and I fingerfucked myself almost as hard as I bit and chewed on him.
"But this is just not possible, not in The Golden Oar! Pierre! Robert! Jacque! Here! Quickly!"
"Oh, oh!" I muttered as I felt strong hands seize my hips and slide me out from under the table. My bare ass, sticking out from under my short skirt and the table cloth, must have been spatted by the headwaiter.
"Oh shit!" I heard Todd groan. "They're going to hustle us off to the Funny Farm for the Sexually Depraved. Damn it, my zipper is stuck! Balls! What else can happen to me this afternoon?"
He found out in short order. Silencing our protests, the husky waiters hustled us straight to the manager's office. They apparently explained – in rapid French – what had happened and closed the door firmly behind them.
To cap it all, the manager was a woman! Her somber black clothing was very chic and her hairdo was fresh from Antoinne's, but if there was a shred of mercy in the makeup of this obvious career-type female, I was an Indian maiden.
"What do you and this kewpie-doll nymph you brought into my beautiful restaurant have to say for yourselves? Never in all my years as manager has such a disgraceful incident…" She raved on and on, pacing furiously up and down behind her huge desk, her eyes snapping fire.
I sat down in one of the huge leather chairs, calmed myself down and looked at her very thoughtfully. It seemed to me that she protested a bit too much. Her full tits bounced as she stomped around, vigorously waving her arms and lapsing into French half the time.
Todd sat there with his hands covering his broken zipper. He glanced over at me, rolling his eyes and making a funny face.
"I saw that, Monsieur! You think this is all the big joke. Yes?" the manager said hautily.
"No. Not at all." Todd smiled at her, turning on the charm. "It is very distressing to me to see such a beautiful woman as you so emotionally disturbed. You have my most abject apology, and that of my secretary, for our actions."
She simmered down and stood looking at his handsome face, dark, romantic eyes and the wavy silver hair that he was rather nervously smoothing down. Without realizing what she was doing her hands went to her full breasts. She pressed her crotch against the back edge of her chair. She managed a slight smile – at Todd, not at me.
She realized she was rubbing her nipples with her palms and jerked her hands down. "Well, your nice apology was certainly in order, Mr…"
"Martindale, of P.F.P., Incorporated. We are wholesalers of…"
Her face abruptly darkened. She looked ready to cloud up and rain all over Todd. "P.F.P.! I know the name. Your toys are simply worthless!" She angrily slammed her fist down on her desk, then turned a very deep red.
Sensing at least a new direction for the conversation, Todd stepped in with some pertinent questions. It came out, very reluctantly, that she had ordered something from his company, and was extremely dissatisfied with its performance.
I sat back quietly and watched Todd operate. He was smoothness personified! In less than two minutes he was sitting on the edge of her desk, holding her beautifully manicured hand. She was smiling and batting her eyes at him like a schoolgirl trying to get a date with the All-Star athlete.
If this uptight, almost lesbian-like woman exec wasn't about to feel a warm male hand on her leg, and simply love the touch, I was a virgin again. I rested my elbow on the chair arm and covered my smile with the back of my hand. He made his move. She didn't take his hand away. She began to melt all over her chair.
"Do you have the, ah – the defective merchandise handy?" he asked her softly.
She blushed the color of the setting sun, swallowed hard and slowly tugged her center drawer open.
"Mmmmm." Todd examined the long rubber cock she had timidly placed in his hand. "The Delightful Dork. $9.95. Supposed to bend anyway you want it, and then hold that curve while you twist this little handle sticking out of the end here. Huh! The damn thing is busted! The wire running into the shaft must have snapped."
My brain came alive for the first time since the headwaiter had grabbed my ass and pulled my mouth away from Todd's "Delightful Dork". I knew we had a hot, frustrated female on our hands, a woman whose image of herself never let her be human to unbend enough to go after the real thing. I bet she loved that cock with a mad passion! Naturally, she was upset when the stupid thing conked out on her.
I was not at all unwilling to encourage Todd to let her sample some of the real thing. One sex party was going on back at P.F.P. and, if I had my way, another was about to begin right here in the manager's private office. Maybe I was in a watch-some-hot-fucking mood. I had to admit she was a beautiful woman. I could more than half-imagine how wild she would get if she got her cunt around Todd's beautiful tool. For some reason, I could not take my eyes off of her rounded tits as they rose and fell ever more rapidly as I watched Todd's fingers stroking her leg.
"I think," I murmured to him, "that perhaps our company should do everything in its power to… satisfy a disappointed customer. That is our policy, Todd."
That was pure bullshit! I had just made up our company policy. But Todd threw a quick, surprised glance my way, then slowly smiled and clasped her knee more firmly.
One French restaurant manager was about to enjoy the fuck of her life!