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I grin as I move my hand under the table and find her leg. She arches an eyebrow at me as I slide it upward, never breaking eye contact with her as I slip it beneath her dress, letting my fingers glide up the soft, smooth skin of her thigh.
“And just what do you think you're doing?” she purrs.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Mmm-hmmmm.”
Emily jumps, her thighs clamping around my hands automatically as I touch her through her panties. I grin as she stares at me, a look of surprise on her face. It's as if she didn't think I'd really do it or something. Clearly, she hasn't been paying attention – I do what I say I'm going to do.
Moving her thighs apart with my hand, I stroke her through the thin fabric of her panties, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
“Aaron,” she groans quietly. “I don't know that we should be doing this here.”
“Oh, I do.”
Her panties are already growing wet as I continue to trail the tips of my fingers over the fabric, propping my chin in my other hand and looking at her as if it's the most normal thing in the world. As I push her panties aside and touch her most intimate parts, Emily's eyes grow wide. She lets out a quiet whimper. She's dripping wet and the heat coming off of her is intense.
“Aaron –”
“Sshhh,” I whisper. “Just relax.”
I slide a finger inside of her. She bites her bottom lip so hard I'm afraid she's going to draw blood. Plunging it deep within her velvety folds, I relish the warmth and wetness inside of her, Emily's stifled moans driving me crazy with desire.
Emily gasps as I add a second finger and start pumping them into her harder. She grips my arm, digging her nails into me. There's a crazed look in her eye, as if holding in her cries is driving her mad. That only encourages me. I move my fingers into her with more force. Having a second finger inside of her makes for a tight fit, but thankfully her wetness helps my fingers glide inside of her a bit easier.
I feel her body tensing and her whimpering becoming more insistent as I continue to touch her beneath the table. She may not want to admit it, but the idea of doing this in a public place is getting her off. I know I'm certainly enjoying this.
“Did you two need more drinks?”
I freeze at the sound of the waitress’s voice, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. I've been so focused on Emily, I didn't realize she was approaching – and judging by the fact that Emily blanches several shades paler than she normally is, she didn't either.
I turn and look at the waitress, giving her a wide smile but leave my fingers right where they are.
“I think I'll have another, actually,” I say. “How about you, Emily? Would you like another drink?”
Emily opens her mouth to speak but no words come out. She gives the waitress a smile that looks half-crazed, even to me, and it's all I can do to keep from laughing. She clears her throat and when she opens her mouth again, I move my fingers, slipping them into her a bit deeper. The noise that comes out is half cough, half moan and has the waitress looking at her like she's lost her mind.
Clearly unable to formulate the words, Emily just nods her head and taps her glass. It's as if she's suddenly lost her power of speech and has to communicate with grunts and gestures. The waitress looks at her strangely but nods and steps away from the table to grab us another round. The instant she walks away, Emily is slapping my arm and though she's doing her best to look angry, her cheeks are flushed and she's laughing.
“You asshole,” she whispers.
I lean forward and plant a kiss upon her lips at the same time I plunge my fingers deep into her again. Her cries are muffled against my mouth and she leans her forehead against mine, her entire body shaking as I pump my fingers into her in a hard, steady rhythm. Emily is quietly whimpering, her eyes burning bright with passion.
I feel her tightening up around my fingers even more and know she's close. I catch sight of the waitress – she's loading drinks onto her tray and will probably be by our table momentarily. I give Emily a slow, devilish grin.
“Come for me, Emily,” I whisper. “The waitress will be here any second. Come for me now.”
She clenches her jaw as I drive my fingers deep within her. She's doing everything she can to keep from crying out but is on the verge of erupting. One last, hard thrust pushes her over the edge. Her body seizes up. She lets out a low moan and bites the side of her hand to keep from screaming. Her entire body is trembling, and I feel her pussy spasming around my fingers as her orgasm tears through her.
Kudos to her, though, she manages to remain mostly silent.
By the time the waitress drops off our drinks, Emily's orgasm has eased, though I still have my fingers inside of her. Her cheeks are bright red, and her breathing is slightly irregular, but she's able to appear normal – more or less.
“Thank you,” she acknowledges the waitress, a slight tremble still in her voice.
The waitress gives her a smile. “No problem. Is there anything else I can get for the two of you right now?”
Emily shakes her head quickly – she cleared the first hurdle but obviously doesn't want to prolong this.
