This was all in preparation for the first step of my plan, being a little risqué. With you returning home in the middle of the winter this was goin... to be a little easier. Wearing a long wool coat and a silk scarf wouldn’t be out of place. The table I had reserved for us was between two booths and was tucked in the back away from the main room. The room was dimly lit and full of shadows, I think restaurants do this to create ambiance but it wasn’t going to matter tonight. Our waiter. I reckon they’ll be covered with your warm creamy cum soon, but don’t’ forget that I also want you to shoot your hot messy load on my face and in my mouth.” I’ve always been a swallower ever since my first blow job when I was a barely legal teenager, and I love cum but it’s been ages since I tasted or swallowed a man’s delicious spunk. We’d made eye contact the whole time but when he closed his eyes for a few seconds I knew that he was gradually getting there.“I bet you’d love to fuck me. I’ve never really been the partying type, Mrs. Marshall.”“Please, Will; call me Natalie. You’ve grown beyond calling me Mrs. Marshall by now” she said as she leaned back in her chair, raising her glass to her lips, taking another sip of her drink, not taking her eyes off of me.“OK, ‘Natalie’”, I said as we both chuckled slightly, breaking any tension left in the air. “So you’ve got to be quite the lady’s man on campus, right?” she asked.“Humph, not really” I replied, “My high school girlfriend. She did, and showed me her tongue. I moved and quickly kissed her, sharing our first French kiss. Jeannette and Marie gasped then laughed. I broke the kiss and looked smugly at the two girls across the table.“I’d pay money to see you do THAT for real!” Marie laughed.“Money, hell!” Jeannette laughed. “I’d blow him to see him do that!”“Is that an offer?” I grinned.“Eat your dinner!” she laughed.“I can think of at least one better use for his mouth,” Marie teased.The girls all laughed and I.