Although Bruce was left blushing for a week every time he went to work, both of the men felt that their escapade there was well spent. Even if they were pretty sure Bruce's secretary knew exactly what they'd been doing... it had still be extremely fun.
They were left wondering where else they might be able to go and have fun, running the risk without getting caught... their close brush at Bruce's office had convinced them that while they enjoyed the risk, they didn't want anyone to actually catch them. Never mind the fact that they might get into trouble, they also didn't want to lose this fabulous new part of their sex lives, and both of them were pretty sure that if they got caught their enthusiasm would suffer. And both of them liked this so much... it was such a fantastic way to do so many new things with sex, how could anyone be in a rut when they're constantly looking for new places and new situations?!
A few times Jeff gave Bruce a hand job under the table in the restaurant, with Bruce later returning the favor - either under the table or in the bathroom, but both of them were longing for something more. And they couldn't help but blush whenever their server walked up, so they knew that they weren't being completely discreet. Especially the first time when Jeff had actually pulled his hand away and it was made very obvious where it had been; fortunately that particular server seemed to be very understanding and had just given them a wink. She'd even stayed away from their table in order to give them privacy for the most part, and made sure she was always very visible long before she approached them... but both of them had been so mortified that Jeff hadn't wanted to try again and Bruce wasn't sure he'd be "up" for it either.
Still, it had been very exciting, and when they'd gotten the nerve up to try again - at a different restaurant - it had gone much more successfuly. They found that if they didn't act as though they were doing anything wrong, then people just assumed that Jeff had his hand on Bruce's thigh or something. The trick was to try and make it look normal, so Bruce would put his arm around Jeff's shoulders as Jeff leaned into him, his hand sliding into the unzipped portion of Bruce's pants. It helped when there was a long table cloth and if they kept Bruce's pants buttoned.
A few times though, they'd had suspicious servers who were NOT as accommodating as that first girl, and they'd just gone off to the bathroom and had sex in the stalls there. There was even an art to that, making sure that they could keep going even when someone walked in. It was easiest if Jeff was facing Bruce while Bruce fucked him, since Jeff was the lighter of the two, and then if someone walked in he could just wrap his legs around Bruce's waist and they could keep going until the person left. In fact, it gave the experience a little bit of an extra thrill when that happened. One time they were pretty sure that the person who came in was their overzealous waiter...
Of course, since he left Jeff his phone number on the check that might not have been because of the reaons they originally thought. Both of them had a good laugh over that one... the guy had looked so suspicious when they'd both come out of the bathroom. Sometimes it was fun when someone knew what was going on but couldn't prove it... still, both of them got a rush of fear and their stomachs fluttered whenever they thought they might be well and truly caught.
Now they were sitting in one of those very fancy restaurants where the tables were spaced out, and they were in a very secluded booth. The server couldn't see their laps at all because of the way the semi-circular booth was positioned, and the tablecloths draped down to the floor... it had to be their ideal situation.
Jeff's hand slid up and down Bruce's dick seductively, squeezing and caressing as he moved slowly but firmly. Leaning over to whisper in Bruce's ear, his breath tickled Bruce's neck and made him shiver with lust as Jeff whispered, "You know... the tablecloths DO go down to the floor...."
And before Bruce's mind could realize that implications of that, Jeff had looked around to make sure that no one was watching (they weren't and their server was in the kitchen) and then slipped under the table. A moment later a warm wet mouth engulfed Bruce and he gasped, his hips thrusting upwards as Jeff's mouth slid down his dick, tongue licking and caressing.
