"Trust me," he said, squeezing her hand again.

"You know," Donna teased, "we're talking very intimately for two people who just met."

"Lady, you started it," he replied, grinning. "If you want to get fucked, or sucked, you've met your man. Hell, I'll smell your panties, too, if that turns you on."

"And lick your daughter's bicycle seat." Quickly he pulled his hand away from her.

"Hey. It's okay, Keith. I understand, don't worry. Come back to me, guy."

Keith seemed embarrassed. Donna held his hand to keep him from pulling away, and under the concealment of the table, she shoved one sneaker off her foot. She pushed her foot between his knees, up to his crotch, wiggling her toes at his cock and balls, her eyes taking on a heated expression. She felt his cock swell against her toes, and she pressured it, bringing a moan from him.

"I bet you do this to all the guys you meet," he whispered.

"No, not all. Just those I think are worth it," she replied, sliding the sole of her foot up and down his thick hard-on. "And I think you're worth it. Keith."

"Why me?"

"You licked the bicycle seat," she said softly. "That told me what kind of guy you are. I liked that."

"You want me to lick your seat, too?" he running his tongue over his lips asked.

"Which seat?" she teased.

"Both!" he answered.

"See what I mean!" Donna laughed softly.

"You're my kind of guy. I bet you love it when a girl sits in your face."

"Only certain girls," he said. "I have my standards."

"I meet those standards?"

"Absolutely!" he replied, feeling her foot rubbing his balls now.

"That's nice," Donna purred, drawing her foot away and sliding it back into her sneaker. "I think it would be fun to sit in your face, except for this… problem I have."

Keith looked at her for a long time, his cock throbbing inside his cut-offs, his balls becoming achingly hard. "You seem to have a problem with this problem."