Annie's Birthday

When we got inside she strode straight to the bar and demanded a pair of Jaeger bombs and then two gin and tonics. No wine for her and no beer for me. We danced for a bit but only long enough to get a touch of sweat. Again we found a table and sat down. She sat next to me and whispered her next command. I couldn't quite hear her so I had to ask her to say it again louder. She whispered again but pressed her body closer to mine. Then I saw her motion down. I looked down under the table and saw her wiggling her slacks open at the fly. She gave me a dirty look and told me to touch it.

I did as I was told and reached down. She didn't let me open her pants more but she took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh. To my credit I showed no reaction when I found the rubbery resistance just below the fabric. She leaned over and let a contented sigh float into my ear. I gently fluttered my fingers over her imagination and she almost purred. She leaned closer and threw back her shot.

"Come on, baby- give daddy some help with this" she asked.

My hand massaged her and she squirmed and moaned. Soon she slipped it out and I could see the head of her pale pink toy sticking up from between her thighs. When I gripped it she shook once but all over. A waiter showed up and took our shot glasses offering anything we might need. Two more. Her nails dug into my thigh for the pause.

Again, my gripped hand moved slowly up then ,cruelly, just as slow down. She moaned some more. As the drink started going to my head I found my hands moving expertly. Honestly. My girlfriend was having me stroke her cock and we were both enjoying it. Somewhere, I'm sure, at another table some couple of guys saw us and laughed and laughed. But there was no way they'd know the dick was plastic. Especially, if they say Anthony/Annie. Her body shivered and his quiet moans pleading me to work her cock made it hard to believe that weren't nerve endings in the shaft.

In due course, I heard Annie say loud and clear that she was close. And would I take care of it, "Baby? How?"