We ended up having more of a late brunch, since it was Sunday. After a few sips of coffee and some food, I was starting to feel rejuvenated. Sitting at a table with all three of the guys I just had a foursome with, was making me horny again. I couldn't get it out of my mind as we sat there eating and talking.
Damon was beside me. I put my hand on his knee and slowly ran it up his thigh until I got to his treasure. Even soft, the bulge in his pants was incredible. It wasn't soft for long - my fondling helped it perk right up. I needed to feel it in the flesh. Luckily we were in a booth. I slowly pulled down his zipper trying to be as quiet as possible. I reached my hand in and felt his hard cock in my hand. He made it easy for me and came to the restaurant commando. I did the same. I would often do so on purpose, but this time the decision was made for me since I couldn't find my thong from the night before.
Returning the favour, I felt his hand rub over my upper thigh and slide up my skirt to my pussy. His hand was extra warm from holding his coffee mug. He slid two fingers between my lips and then into me. As he did so, I hummed softly, trying not to be too loud. It was still loud enough for Nick and Gage to hear and made them look at us with smirks on their faces. They knew exactly what we were up to.
Noticing we were finished eating, the waitress - a middle-age woman with a scowl, came to our table.
"All done here?" She asked and started picking up plates before we could answer.
I leaned forward to keep what we were doing hidden from her view. Her presence didn't stop either of us though. Biting my lip, I tried to suppress my moans.
"What was that, dear?" The waitress asked me.
"Uh...nothing...just the bill please." I replied, blushing a little.
