The chips and salsa were routine until the pico de gallo arrived with a more than healthy percentage of chopped jalapeños mixed in with the cilantro, tomatoes and onion. Perfect. From his point of view, the hotter the better. A couple shots of Patron Anjeho and nursing on an ice cold Corona enabled him to percolate nicely while waiting for his burrito combination plate to arrive. Life was fine. Life was very fine, and little did he know that a blow job came with the combination plate. 

Three kids rocketed past his table and dove head first into the second booth along the wall. They were loud and unruly and…well…they were being kids. Big-hair-and-too-much-eye-liner walked by at a slower pace – about one or two spankings behind – missing the physical contest to see who was going to sit together and who was not. It was hard to tell who won because each child dealt and felt several blows about the head and shoulders as the seating arrangements were decided before Mom and her hair arrived. The slugfest ceased as Big-hair showed up to restore what she thought was a state of order. A very disinterested man-friend sauntered up and slid into the booth next to the older child, oblivious that things were anywhere close to being out of control.  

She plopped down in the booth opposite her man and immediately made an effort to not get caught stealing a glance at the stranger in the first booth. It’s funny how some women can not look at another man and yet make a connection. That’s what happened. He was minding his own business, catching a buzz and she shows up amidst the chaos of an out-of-control family life and nails him with a single glance – despite not really looking at him. But he caught the glance, and so did she.  

The burritos showed up and he dove in, each bite accompanied by a crunch off the business end of a raw jalapeño. They were as close to toxic as he’d ever eaten and began to sweat along his hairline and dab his napkin at a runny nose. ‘Perfect,’ he thought. Hot as hell and twice as unforgiving. As a natural progression of eating a meal alone in a restaurant, his eyes roamed the room casually, not really looking and, for the most part, not really seeing much that demanded any attention beyond a roving glance.  

Big hair was wrestling the youngest child and his sister away from the salsa, spilling one full soda and distributing a half basket of chips in the laps of her man and the other rug rat he attempted to placate with an empty promise of honey and ice cream if he behaved. Fat chance of that.  

He caught her eyeballing him about a half dozen times as all this was going down. Maybe they were as casual as his own glances, but something told him that was not the case because she grew bolder by increasing the duration of her gaze. He was OK with that if indeed she was getting bolder. There was nothing like being on the receiving end of a little flirtation to boost a guy’s ego a bit. Then he considered that it was nothing more than an overactive imagination on his part – until she licked her lips. And it was not a discreet, innocent moistening kind of lick; it was a hungry lick loaded with intent that went well beyond eating a Mexican supper. He nearly choked on a jalapeño. 

He had to look away because it was the only honorable thing to do. After all, her old man was sitting right there while she eyeballed another guy and rolled that tongue slowly across and around her whole mouth. It stopped his breathing and quite possibly his heart may have missed a count or two about the same time the message she sent struck home. He had to refocus on the burritos silently questioning if she could be as bold as it appeared. The only thing he was sure of was the increase in room temperature and the unlikelihood that the peppers were the sole source.   

It got hotter as a sizzling griddle of fajitas showed up at their table. Big hair began to pack meat, refried beans, lettuce and sour cream into tortillas that she rolled for the kids. He made a mental note that that was an ingenious way to feed a bunch of kids, but his mind kept flashing back to how she licked those lips. Fuck the fajitas… 

So…there he sat, being good, recovering from the lip licking incident and working on the last of six jalapeños with the few remaining bites of his burritos. He chanced looking up and she rolled one of her own tortillas and brought it to her mouth. But she didn’t bite it. She lipped it…but not until she teased it with the tip of her tongue. He desperately told himself she didn’t just do what he thought she did. He tried hard to justify that someone could actually eat a rolled tortilla this way...and in good faith. He was almost successful were it not for the penetrating stare he received as she put almost half of the roll into her mouth before wrapping her lips around it. And if that was not enough, she pulled it out slowly before actually taking a small bite.  

Again, he fought off strangling on his food…or was that just his tongue he nearly swallowed? His dick was already in his head pushing his brains out of the way to watch the whole scenario unfold. The scenario was not the only thing that started to unfold no thanks to what happened in the next booth. He recalled being turned on by watching a woman creatively lick around an ice cream cone or maybe even working a banana over with great zeal and flair, but he had never gone south of the border and gotten a woody over a rolled flour tortilla full of beef and beans…until that moment. 

She never looked away. Her eyes did not smile. They were deadly serious and had him convinced in some detached way that she was eating his cock as long as he would allow her to eat it. So what was he to do? Get up in disgust and leave half a jalapeño and four bites of burrito? Fuck no! Order another shot of Patron and a fresh Corona, he was in for the whole meal – both of them.  

She went down on her tortilla again, eyes still telegraphed how much she enjoyed what she was doing to him – or for him – or whatever it was that was really happening. He slammed the tequila shot when it arrived and settled back to relax into her feeding herself. She was good. The swelling in his pants became a throbbing ache as he watched her tongue, convinced she knew right where to linger and when to move with that perfect little twitch that guaranteed his pleasure. Yes, this was no longer supper. It had become a feast. She was devouring her meal along with his will to not get up and head back to the bathroom to relieve a very urgent pressure.  

He was crushed when she ran out of tortillas and had to refocus her attention to brats one and three. Her man had number two in a headlock and disarmed him by forcefully removing a fork from his thrusting hand. The waiter came up and asked if he needed anything else. He ordered another shot of Patron and considered asking for some extra napkins so he could relieve himself right there at the table but thought better of it. When the waiter turned to go he reconsidered going to the bathroom. Things had to change or he’d walk out of there with a class four case of blue balls. The only way to the bathroom would mean walking past their table and she would see his erection. Maybe that would not be such a bad thing. She could see firsthand what results she caused. 

He walked by their table to get around the bar area to the restrooms located in the rear corner of the restaurant. Her eyes were glued to his crotch as he walked by and he would almost swear there was a nasty grin on her lips. Better it were his cock. But he’s handle those thoughts in a minute. 

The bathroom stall door lock snapped behind him as he snatched his belt and pants open. His cock was fully erect and pushing through the opening in his boxers. Images of her swallowing her tortilla were translated in his mind’s eye as his hand closed around his girth and squeezed. His cock flexed hard instinctively at the pressure, a swell surging from root to tip. He squeezed again all the while imagining he was buried to the hilt in her throat, holding her head to him tightly and flexing. Pre-cum glistened as he rolled his hand over the swollen head spreading lubrication and sensation. 

“Are you going to waste that?” 

He was jolted out of his reverie at the sound of another voice. He whirled around and saw that the stall was still locked. No one was outside the door. Had he imagined hearing her voice? 

“I mean, after all, it was me who put you in this state of…” 

“Jesus,” he hissed, looking up to see Big hair peering over the wall from the neighboring stall. “What are you doing in…what about your husband?” 

“My brother…and the bathroom door is locked. Now are you going to let me finish that for you, or am I going to stand her on the edge of this toilet and watch you waste it?” 

“God, are you…” 

She finished his question, “Serious?” 

“Ahh...” He could not believe this was happening. Rock hard penis in hand he stood there frozen with the object of his fantasy offering to suck him off – and he could say nothing. 

“Very. Unlock the door” 

He did as requested while his cock still reflected a pounding heartbeat in the palm of his hand. The door swung inward, and she pushed by him and sat on the toilet facing him. 

“Now…hands off. That’s my dessert you’re stroking.” 

Pretty hands wrapped around the length of his cock, squeezing and sliding, driving him to catch his breath. She licked the tip softly and kissed it with an open-mouthed kiss. 

“I knew you were getting hard as I ate my tortilla. Honestly, I was imagining sucking you as I ate it.” 

Again she kissed the head of his cock, this time continuing further with her mouth to engulf his cockhead. A quick flick of her tongue against his sweet spot caused him to flinch, confirming his earlier suspicions that she knew exactly what to do.  

“What were you thinking about when you were watching me eating?” she asked, looking up at him while she wiped his cock back and forth across her open lips. 

“I…I can hardly…t-t-talk.” 

She released him with her hands and sat with her mouth open and tongue poised on the edge of her lower lip only inches from his bobbing manhood. 

“Did you think about fucking this pretty mouth?” 

He gasped. “Y-yes. Yes.” 

Her tongue extended and flicked across his tip followed by another of those kisses with parted lips. 

“So…would you like to?  

“Yeah,” he whispered breathlessly. 

She moved closer but still not touching him. Her mouth opened slightly and she looked up at him. 

“If you want this pretty mouth on your cock you’re going to have to put it there.” 

He needed no further invitation. The urge to grab her head and force his cock down her throat over and over boiled in his head, but there was something else there too. It made him wonder how she would like to have her mouth fucked. Chances were good this was not the first time she made this kind of request. Was he going to be an animal and savage her or was he going to fuck her with a little finesse as he used her mouth to his own satisfaction.  

He stepped closer and brought his cock to her lips, hesitating to see what her reaction would be. She did not move, but a soft moan of anticipation came from somewhere inside of her. He pushed slightly, his cockhead slipping through her lips. The warmth of her mouth wrapped around him like a glove. She clung to him like wet silk, not moving, waiting for him to take his leave. 

“Swirl that tongue for me,” he whispered. 

She complied and he gasped as she moved it back and forth over his sweet spot. His hips flinched causing him to go deeper into her mouth. She never backed off as he touched the back of her throat. The movement of her tongue was drawing him deeper and he could feel her swallowing. Before he realized it she had taken him deeper into her throat, swallowing him beyond where he thought she would take him. He pressed harder and she moaned her approval and swallowed more of him. Her nose was nearly buried in the hair at the base of his cock. Again her tongue moved and he instinctively flexed in her mouth. That coaxed a most satisfying reaction from her as she reached around him and pulled him tightly to her mouth.  

“Fuck,” he croaked. 

She rocked back, allowing his cock to withdraw completely and looked up at him and smiled. 

“Now you know how deep I like it. Still want to fuck this pretty mouth?” 

His answer was wordless. The entire length of his cock slipped between her lips, pushing past the back of her throat and filling her to the hilt. He flexed hard, withdrawing slightly and pushing back deep again. He thrust his hips staying deep in her throat. Rocking back further he withdrew to the point of his cockhead barely touched her lips and then plunged back in to his limit. Again, he withdrew and fucked her mouth with another deep thrust. The surge of his passion was roiling up inside of him. Each stroke was as deep as the last.  

“Good,” she gasped between thrusts, encouraging him with permission to use her mouth exclusively for his pleasure. 

He fucked her with slow deep strokes, his pace quickening. It was almost time. All the teasing she had done earlier was about to pay off. The desire to loosen his load deep in her throat was overrunning his being. This was the ultimate perfection. The ultimate fuck. 

“Sir?” 

A hand was on his shoulder. 

“Sir? Can I get you another Patron?” 

His eyes opened and he looked into the smiling face of his waiter. A quick glance across the table showed the booth across from him was empty. Big hair, her brother and kids were gone. For a second he wondered if they had ever been there but saw the remains of a three-kid meal scattered across the table. 

“Ah no, thanks. I’ll just take the check.” 

He was still hard but the edge was gone. Had this been a daydream or had he gone to sleep? How had all of them managed to get up and leave and he not know it? The shock of coming back to consciousness had deflated his lust but he could still feel the remains of an acute arousal making him question how real all of this had been. He had been so close to filling her mouth with his… 

“Muchos gracias, Amigo!” said the waiter as he laid the check on the table. 

“Yeah, thanks!” 

He took the last hit off the Corona and picked up the napkin lying next to it. Just as he opened it to dry his lips he saw the writing on the inside of the fold. 

“555-7813 around 10PM if you really want me to do that to you.” 

He must have looked stunned because the waiter came back and asked if he was alright. 

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine. You know what? I think I’ll have that other Patron and you’d better bring another Corona as well.”