We go out for dinner. This particular restaurant has got sofas, instead of the customary chairs. As we are led to our seats, you decide to sit next to me instead of on the opposite end of the table.
As we sit next to each other we are hidden by the table cloth and the deep seats. We order our drinks and while away the time in catching up. I am wearing a skirt and deep neck top. The drinks arrive and as we toast each other I feel your hand on my thigh.
As I look around in case somebody is watching you pull my legs apart. My skirt rides up and you push it up further. I am not wearing any panties. Your hand starts playing with me. The other is holding the drink. Since I am not used to alcohol the drink combined with what you are doing has my head spinning. You order a second round and then continue playing with me.
As the waiter leaves you drop a fork and ask me to pick it up. I bend down and you choose that moment to slide your finger in me. I am bent down in a restaurant where we can be discovered any moment, my face less than an inch away from your crotch. You now have two fingers inside me your thumb massaging my clit.
I am biting my lips to keep from moaning. Bent in that position I try to unzip your pants but you swat my hand away. Instead you slide your hand in my shirt and start pinching my nipples twisting them and pulling them.
You then notice the waiter arriving with our order. I straighten up but you do not withdraw your fingers till I look at you pleadingly. You make me suck each of your fingers and then wipe your hand on my skirt. We have the rest of the meal as though nothing had happened.