Messy Roommate 3 - Sex Stories

Messy Roommate 3

... the back of the resturant, and Jim completely agreed, although Jenny seemed less enthused about the idea. Sitting side by side, Jim and Jenny flipped through their menus until everyone was satisfied with what they wanted. Everyone at the table made small talk, including Jenny and Paul, which seemed totally normal. But Jim's mind had somehow been corrupted by Paul, and it was simply killing him to see some kind of sexual interaction between them. Racking his brain for some excuse to help it happen, he annouced he needed to use the bathroom. Standing from the table, he caught Paul's gaze, and with his eyes only, shifted between Paul and Jim's seat. He got the message loud and clear, and slowly nodded. Jenny meanwhile was too busy rubbing butter onto a roll of bread to notice. Jim couldn't believe how nervous he was, but regardless he waited five minutes before coming out of the bathroom. And to his delight he saw that Paul had "Stolen" his seat, and was now sitting beside Jenny. It was also around this time that he noticed something special about the table paul had chosen. It was high, and the table skirt hung low enough that you couldn't see under the table, or the lap of anyone you sat across from. Sitting opposite of Jenny and Paul, he had to pretend to be shocked. "What the hell?" He laughed. "Nothing personal, I just don't wanna be a third wheel while you two smooch it up." Paul replied and chuckled. Jenny gave a nervous smile but said nothing. "Yeah okay, I guess I ...

... understand. With the lights low and the romantic music playing around them, their meals finally arrived and everyone dug in. At first Jim thought Jenny had been quiet because she was mad at Paul for seperating her from Jim. But while stealing glances of them both he started to notice something: Jenny's left arm was almost always by her side, or under the table, or out of view. Paul meanwhile had a constant smile, and when the expression on Jim's face turned from confusion to understanding, Paul smiled wider, and even opened his mouth slightly as if in pleasure. "No fucking way." Jim thought, there was no way Jenny was giving him a hand job under the table, two feet from her boyfriend. The dark lit area made it easier to high the subtle movements of her arm, but when Jim stared close enough, he could see it. Jenny's arm was slightly bouncing up and down, but it was hard to spot. His heart rate now in over drive, Jim had trouble controlling his breathing. Jenny's eyes were locked to her plate of food, almost like she was in shame of making eye contact with him. Paul bit his lip slightly trying to tease Jim about how good it felt, which worked of course. Jim now had a hardon of his own, straining against his khakis. There was an awkward silence to the table as well, but since everyone was eating it wasn't as obvious. "Oooh that's so good." Paul moaned openly, causing Jenny and Jim to both look at him. "What? The food." He chuckled, and everyone exchanged nervous laughter. With Jenny ...