Under the Table

For the month of January Brigit has chosen winter themed prompts. I try but I just can’t get my head around them! I am a child of the sun. Snow and fires have never been part of my experience. For Flash Fiction Friday this week I bring you a story of naked people enjoying a beautiful summer day.

It started as a bit of a joke. What would it be like to sit under the table and pleasure those sitting around? Could it be a game where nobody knew if they would be next. Would the men (and maybe the women) be able to keep their poker faces? 

Somehow the time never seemed right. She tested the table a couple of times. Making sure it was high enough and the legs were not going to get in the way. It was more spacious under there than she expected. The height between the table and the seat seemed enough to fit her head. Maybe it would work. 

The day was warm and everyone felt comfortable to lose some clothing. There were enough people around the table to make it a fun thing to do. Without explaining she slipped under the table. Twisting her body to fit in between the first pair of legs. She wet her lips and slid them down the shaft. This was not the game she had discussed with her husband. This was just her being a dirty greedy slut. How could she resist with so much beautiful cock just there in front of her? 

The first man didn’t hide his pleasure. He was hard in her mouth She tasted the salt of his pre-cum and she knew she had him. But there were more cocks that she could see. Sitting stiffly between legs wondering if they would get a turn. She twisted her body and positioned herself between another pair of legs. She could see his face as she took him into her mouth. Sliding her lips all the way down his shaft. She wasn’t taking prisoners today. Her fingers gripped the base of his cock firmly and she sucked him firmly. His leg trembled as she watched the pleasure on his face. 

With a grin she moved to the next one. Thick and strong. She loved this cock. Had always loved it. Even when she struggled to fit it into her mouth. She watched the familiar face as her lips pleasured him. Every crevice, every vein was familiar she knew how to pleasure and she did her best to pleasure him. 

There was one more. A new man. One she had never seen before. His cock was pretty. Neat and clean. From the first moment she saw it she knew she wanted it. But she had held back. Waiting. Not wanting to be greedy or to block the other women. Now, her sense of politeness went out of the window. She took all of him into her mouth, tasting the salt drip of pre-cum on his tip as she sucked. Cramped under the table she was limited in her exploration. But there was time. Sometime, in the future she would explore him properly. 

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