Chapter 36

By eleven, Lisa was ready for her assignation with her obscene phone caller at the Townhouse restaurant at noon. She wore a loose fitted silk blouse with no bra and a black skirt with thigh length hose and a garter belt and no panties. With a scarf that matched her blouse tied Indian fashion around her head, she decided that she was sensual and exciting enough for her obscene phone caller.

She pulled into the Townhouse restaurant parking lot exactly at noon, and made her way into the dark lounge.

The lounge was crowded with the business bunch, and Lisa took a seat at the bar, and ordered a martini, looking around to find a man alone with a newspaper. She sipped the served drink and glanced under lowered lashes around the lounge, not seeing her lunch date.

The speaker called first one party then another, when Lisa saw her man go to the waitress, carrying a folded newspaper. Tall, dark and handsome, thought Lisa, as she watched him being led to a booth in the dining room.

Leaving three dollars on the bar for her drink, Lisa approached the waitress on her return and asked to be seated with the man the waitress had just led to the dining room.

“Hi there,” Lisa said with a big smile to her luncheon companion seated in the booth.

“Are you my telephone lunch date, or have I got the wrong booth?”

“You’ve got the right booth and the right date!” Her lunch companion rose as she talked, pointed to the bench in the back of the booth and asked her to be seated.

Ordering cocktails for the two of them, they introduced each other. “I don’t think that my name is all that important, so what would you like to call me?” said Lisa.

“Well, from the looks of your well filled blouse, and nicely filled, I might add, why don’t I call you Jugs.”

“I think I like that,” said Lisa, “and just what shall I call my dirty old man luncheon date? I could call you Horny! Have you got any suggestions?”

“As a matter of fact, and just for the record, I do have a small suggestion,” he chuckled, “why don’t you just call me Ten.”

“Because you are a perfect ten?” Lisa asked.

“Just because I’m ten inches long, pretty lady,” he answered. Lisa looked at his face, her eyes widened, the thought of him having ten inches of male organ causing her ice blue eyes to blink slowly. The fantasy thoughts flowing through her brain about the feel of the weighty organ in her hands brought a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Lisa stared into his eyes, her hand touching his on the table top. “Let’s order something to eat, first and then you can tell me about your phone calls.” During lunch, Lisa enjoyed the slightly sexy conversation, as Ten told her about his few obscene phone calls, and admitted that she was the only one that he’d met, or wanted to meet. She glanced at his napkin covered lap during the conversation, wondering if he really had ten inches of prick under that cloth, or if he was just bragging about his manhood. She began to talk, touching his hand and arm, then his thigh during the exchange of information, until her hand brushed the front of his trousers.

His dormant cock lay under the material of his pants like a coiled snake, bulging over his thigh. Her fingers flickered over the length, touching lightly the root stretching from his balls to the bulbous head of his prick. Lisa could feel the slight movement as her lightly probing fingers tested the awesome length.

“My God. I think you do have ten inches of cock. It’s not even hard yet and I’m sure I can feel ten inches.”

“That feels good, just keep measuring me with your fingers, Jugs,” he chuckled as he squirmed slightly to raise his belly forward.

“Jesus, but you’re big. I need another Martini to cool off with. Just the feel of your cock on my fingertips has my pussy starting to drool.”

Lisa felt his cock lurch as she told him about her wet cunt, and as the waitress brought another round of Martinis, Lisa looked at Ten.

“You know, Ten, if you unzip your pants and let you cock out, I’ll jack you off here in the restaurant. How would you like to feel my fingers on your hot prick until you cum?”

Ten started at her low pitched voice, then slowly nodded his head, and slid one hand to his lap, then the other. Looking around to make sure he was not observed, he slowly drew his zipper down and went fishing in his shorts to pull his hefty cock out under the red napkin.

Lisa watched with a fascinated stare at his lap as he worried and pulled his prick free of the confining garments, uncoiling like a live python the throbbing male member. He squirmed around on the seat, shifting his buttocks until he could pull all of his cock out from his zipper.

“Well sir, I am impressed. You have at least ten inches there and I’m going to jack off that pretty club of yours until your cum spurts out and soaks that red napkin just full,” Lisa smiled at Ten.

Her hand slid into his lap, fingers coral tipped with polish, gripping around the shank of his cock, sliding the heavy folds of skin down to uncover the beet red helmeted knob, watching the slitted opening in the tip of his member part to emit a pearly drop of honey. She placed her other hand in his lap to find that even with both hands gripping the root of his prick, there was another half a hand hold left, plus his glans. Releasing one hand, Lisa tasted her Martini, while slowly jacking the skin of his prick.

Ten sat quietly, his face impassive, his hips occasionally moving to drive his cock harder through her stroking fingers, his eyes looking carefully around the room to make sure that they were not observed.

Lisa’s first tentative movements were horizontal, stroking his cock out toward his knees, however as his cock became more and more stiff - standing higher from his groin, her movements became more vertical until the back of her hand was rubbing his belly with each stroke.

She had pulled the napkin free of his cock and had it ready on her lap with her napkin. His awesome prick stood from his groin until the head was above the table top, slitted opening oozing pearly juices. Lisa could feel the juiciness of her own pussy welling up to lubricate her soft cunt lips as she slipped her fingers rapidly up and down his cock.

After a quick glance around the room to see if they were being observed, Lisa leaned over as if she were reaching for her napkin, and swiped her pink tongue over the head of his cock, licking the drops of honey that oozed out the small lipped opening. Ten jumped as her velvet tongue lapped at the tip of his cock. As Lisa moved upright, she was aware that someone was standing at the table.