I do so enjoy teasing you. It's usually quite innocent...
Like if we were at a ballgame I'd go to the ladies room and come back to take my seat as if I didn't just text you a pic of my naked breast with a comment about what I'd like you to do to my achingly hard nipple and have no idea why you think your randomly generated hard on is my problem.
Or maybe we're in a store and I need to venture off to get something while you buy ...whatever stuff you buy...and before I leave I softly whisper some filthy thing in your ear that I'm hoping you'll want to do to me later then dash off, leaving you shocked and trying to remember what it was you needed to buy since it just flew out of your head for some reason.
Or as you pull into the restaurant parking lot I hike my skirt up and slip my panties off, I readjust my skirt and casually lean over to tuck my panties into the inner pocket of your suit jacket like that's normal behavior.
Maybe if we had to wait for our table I could stand in front of you so I could unobtrusively rubbing my ass against your hardening cock. And since I'm so clumsy I'll probably end up dropping my phone a few times during dinner causing me to fumble under the table looking for it. If that means accidentally grazing your cock with my fingers it's not my fault...
In fact I'd be very concerned about how much precum you may have been gushing, so under the guise of dropping my phone yet again I duck under the table and very quickly pull your hard cock out of your pants. Wrap[ing my lips around the swollen head and within a few very quick seconds suck the precum off and run the tip of my tongue firmly and fast once around the ridge ...too bad my cleaning off your cock was for nothing as you have another surge as I tuck you back into your pants, zip, and return to my seat just as the waiter shows up.
I Wonder how you did at maintaining your composure? Probably better than I would have...
Corner booth in a restaurant and my panties in your jacket pocket...probably pretty easy for you to reach over and run your finger up and down my wet slit without anyone noticing. I'd be trying not to squirm while maintaining a normal demeanor, as if you're not deliberately increasing pressure on my clit working your finger faster to remind me who's in charge. I mean I was just engaging in some harmless flirting but this has to stop! You are taking this way too far...you can't do this in public! Trying to push your hand away without making a scene is impossible and demanding that you stop it right now is having no effect whatsoever.
Except that my obvious embarrassment and distress is making you grin that grin that tells me this is just the beginning.
"This isn't funny..." I begin...freezing mid-sentence as the waiter returns. He says a bunch of words that probably had meanings, but I have no idea what they were. I couldn't think about anything except the fact that the waiter was standing there having a conversation with you, looking at me, while your finger slowly traced from my clit to the entrance of my aching pussy.
How are you doing that with no visible movement of your arm above the table? Looking for all the world as if you're hand is just resting on my knee?
You're making me pay for my innocent flirtation by teasing me until my pussy is soaked, I beg you to give me my panties back because it's so uncomfortable being this wet with nothing between me and the world but the thin fabric of my skirt. Of course you won't give them to me. You just smile and pat the pocket of your jacket where they're tucked away, shove your inside my cunt as deep as you can given the angle so suddenly i gasp and bite my lip to keep silent while gripping the table for support. Your finger buried inside my tight cunt, thumb lightly passing over my clit...too lightly..it's excruciating how you deny me the pressure I so desperately need you whisper in my ear, "who owns this?" as you jerk your finger upward hitting my g-spot as a second finger follows the first. Stunned, I'm barely able to answer, "you do."
You already knew that. You just love making me say it.
At this point I'm maintaining control, but barely, and if I come now our cover is blown since quiet during orgasm I am not. Not wanting to be asked to leave before our entrees are served, you bring me to the edge and then abandon my clit and jam your fingers harder into my now soaking wet cunt once more for good measure...
You pull your hand away and as I try to compose myself while hoping against hope the wet spot on my skirt won't be visible when I stand, you reach over and with your fingers under my chin gently turn my face to you and kiss me. I'm overwhelmed by happiness just to be with you when your eyes dart around to see who is within eye shot and quickly bring your fingers up to my mouth. Fingers which had, seconds before, been deep inside my warm, wet pussy and you push them into my mouth.."lick them, now." I do and you pull them away before anyone sees. You can see my own wetness glistening over my lipstick..."good girl" you say as you tenderly brush my hair back from my face and kiss my forehead.
I can't think of anything but my excruciating need for release, but before I can ask if we can go home our waiter brings our entrees. How can you eat? The only thing I want in my mouth is you, I have no interest in food now! But at your insistence I absentmindedly eat a bit as I marvel at your ability to not only enjoy dinner but tell me a funny work story and act like I'm not ready to cry due to how badly I need to come.
At least I assume it was a funny story since you laughed. To be honest I didn't hear a word. I was, however, staring at your mouth marveling at how those teeth you flash so easily when you smile will likely leave marks on my skin later tonight that won't fade for weeks.
A shiver of fear and excitement went up my spine at the thought.
