she was friendly, attentive, and easy to talk to. She laughed at my jokes, asked thoughtful questions about my life, and leaned in just enough that I felt completely drawn to her.
Halfway through our appetizers, I excused myself to the bathroom. When I returned, Sofia was still smiling sweetly, her chin resting lightly on her hand as she watched me sit back down.
“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice soft and caring.
“Yeah, perfect,” I replied, taking a sip of my drink. It tasted a little different — slightly sweeter, maybe — but I didn’t think much of it.
A few minutes later, the warmth started spreading through my body. At first it was just a pleasant heat, but then my vision shifted in the strangest way. I blinked, trying to focus, and suddenly her black top seemed… translucent. Completely see-through. It was as if her bra had vanished into thin air. Her full, heavy breasts were right there, bare and perfect under the sheer fabric, nipples dark and visibly stiff against the material. The way they rose and fell with her breathing made my mouth go dry.
I tried to look away, to focus on her face, but my eyes kept drifting back down. My cock twitched hard in my pants, swelling rapidly until it was painfully throbbing, straining against the fabric.
Sofia continued chatting as if nothing was happening, her tone still kind and gentle. “So tell me more about that trip you took last year. It sounded amazing.”
I nodded weakly, barely able to form words. The arousal was overwhelming now — a deep, pulsing need that made my entire body feel electric. It felt like invisible lips had wrapped around the head of my cock, warm and wet, slowly sucking me in. The sensation was so vivid, so real, that I glanced down at my lap in confusion. Nothing was there. Just the tablecloth. But the feeling persisted: soft, rhythmic suction, a tongue swirling around me, taking me deeper.
My cock pulsed violently. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to keep my breathing steady while she smiled at me, completely oblivious — or pretending to be.
“Are you okay?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head. Her breasts jiggled slightly with the movement, full and round under the now-transparent top.
“I… yeah,” I managed, voice tight. “Just… really enjoying this.”
The sucking sensation intensified. It felt like her mouth was working me expertly — slow, deep strokes combined with gentle pressure. My hips twitched involuntarily. I couldn’t stop staring at her tits, the way they moved when she gestured with her hands, the dark outlines of her nipples clearly visible.
Then the first orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I came hard, right there in my pants, thick ropes of cum spilling out while we were just sitting in the middle of the busy restaurant. My cock throbbed with each spurt, the invisible mouth never stopping its relentless sucking. The pleasure rolled on and on, far longer than normal, as if she was milking every last drop.
Sofia kept talking, her expression warm and friendly, occasionally nodding or laughing softly at something I’d mumbled. She didn’t glance down. She didn’t acknowledge the way my body was tensing and shuddering across from her.
The suction continued without pause. My cock, still sensitive from the first climax, was already building toward another. I stared transfixed at her breasts through the sheer black fabric, unable to look away. They looked so soft, so heavy, so perfectly shaped.
A second orgasm crashed over me within minutes. I bit my lip to stifle a groan, my thighs trembling as another load pumped out, soaking my underwear further. Still, the phantom mouth kept sucking, warm and insistent, as if she were under the table worshiping me while pretending we were just having a normal date.
Sofia leaned forward slightly to take a sip of her water, giving me an even better view of her full cleavage. “This place has the best kebabs, don’t you think?”
I nodded frantically, barely coherent, as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. A third orgasm followed quickly, then a fourth — each one just as intense, each one leaving me gasping quietly while she continued our conversation with perfect poise and kindness.
My cock never softened. It stayed painfully hard, throbbing in time with the invisible sucking that wouldn’t let up. I kept cumming again and again, staring helplessly at her beautiful tits through the see-through top, lost in a haze of endless, relentless ecstasy while Sofia smiled at me like nothing unusual was happening at all.
She was still being so sweet, so friendly… and I was completely at her mercy.
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