"making up on the patio"

i was running late, and i knew i was in trouble. my boyfriend was already pissed at me for catching me flirting with our neighbor, and he absolutely hates it when i keep him waiting. i looked at my watch for the eighteenth time as the subway car chugged in the underbelly of the city. fifteen minutes late already, and for not much of a good reason. i just couldn't decide what to wear. debating between heels and boots, as usual.

i walk speedily through the station once i get to my stop, my short white dress fluttering around my thighs. i meet up with him at a restaurant. i see him from across the street as i walk/jog up to the place, sitting on the patio.

"hi honey!" i say nervously, and give him a kiss. he pushes me back. i can tell he's fuming. 

"what the fuck."

"i know! i'm really sorry, i just, i just...i'm sorry. i know, i'm super late."

he sighs, and turns away from me.

"what do you want to eat?" he says cooly, and sips his beer.

i sit down, feeling defeated as i can tell he's not going to let me off the hook. "not hungry. i'm not going to eat if you won't talk to me."

"you're such a brat." he says.

now i sigh, wanting badly for him to get over it. "are you going to be pissed at me forever?"

"i don't know, what are you going to do to make me un-pissed?"

it was a good question...and i thought about it. what was i going to do? i really just wanted to do whatever it would take to make him happy, and enjoy the balmy day with him. i could feel the tension, and knew that another apology wasn't going to put a smile on his face. "can we do a shot?" i ask as a naughty idea creeps into my mind, trying to hide my mischievous smile.

"a shot?"

"yeah, i need a little something to give me the nerve to do what i'm about to do."

he looked at me, definitely intrigued. of course, no waitstaff was anywhere to be found. he looked around, very eager to give me what i needed to do what i was going to do. he impatiently pulls his flask out of his jacket pocket, and signals for me to lean forward. i do, open my mouth, and feel him pour the whiskey into my mouth. i swallow it, and shiver as it burns its way down. "okay?" he asks.

"one more..."

he does it again. i'm feeling it already, warm, tingly, and most importantly, uninhibited. 

finally feeling ready, i look around to make sure no staff sees me sink to my knees and slip underneath the small table. 

"oh wow..." he utters, nothing short of delighted. 

i slide my hands up his thighs and work my way over to his side of the table on my knees. i slowly unzip and unbutton his pants. his dick is already rock hard, and i pull it through the hole in his boxers.

"i can't believe you are doing this..." he mumbles to me.

i say nothing, and just start licking the tip of his cock. i can feel his body responding already, and slide my tongue down to his balls, and back up to the tip.

"oh, fuck." his hand slides under the table, and strokes my hair. 

i slide his cock into my mouth and start sucking. the concrete was biting into my knees, but i didn't care. i just wanted to give him the blow job of his wettest dreams. i was completely focused on it, sucking, licking, stroking...he groaned quietly, trying not to draw too much attention to what i was doing on a very public patio. i could feel his dick filling with cum already. it usually takes him quite a bit longer, but i could tell he was extra stimulated by the circumstances. i wondered if we would get caught. surely, we'd be thrown out immediately. i wondered if anyone was watching, if they could tell, or if they saw me go under the table...but also didn't really care. i was focused on making him cum in my mouth. and i knew just what to do to push him over the edge. i let my throat relax, and pushed forward onto his dick so that it slid right back to the back of my throat. i gently rubbed his balls with my hand, while he pumped against the back of my throat. 

"oh...god...ummm..."

i could feel his body clench, and he groaned through clenched teeth. the warm, thick cum filled my mouth and throat. i swallowed as he squirted, feeling...oddly accomplished. i slide back into my seat, a grin on my face.

he was definitely smiling, and said, "um, babe, you got some..."

i look down, and see a large droplet of cum resting contently on my tit. i laugh, wipe it with my finger, and lick it off.

"you...are amazing. what was i pissed about?"

"nothing, baby," I say, smiling.