We sat side by side, almost on top of each other in a booth secluded in a corner of the club. His arm was secured around me as our eyes locked to study the patterns our irises made after a few drinks. Nine Inch Nails made their industrial noises about fucking like an animal over the brooding crowd. We dared each other to shoot the DJ with rewards of great conjugal sex from the clink.
"You look cute in that skirt," he said. "You should wear it more often."
It was a black, little knit thing that hit about three inches above the knee. Perfect for rolling up in a ball and stuffing in an overnight bag without wrinkling. On top I wore an old white cotton Cure t-shirt that hugged me in all the right spots. David ran his hand along the length of my back, toying with the clasp to my bra that rippled beneath my shirt.
In response, I ran my hand up his black-jeaned leg and felt for any extra firmness between his thighs. Finding what I was looking for, I grinned.
"Thanks," I said. "And you look great in that shirt." He was sporting the gray vintage Fleetwood Mac t-shirt I'd bought him for Christmas. His biceps and shoulders filled out the sleeves nicely.
"I have an idea," he said, still playing with my clasp. "Why don't we get out of this place and get out of these clothes?"
At that, he undid the clasp and watched my eyes widen with surprise. The sudden freedom around my breasts was invigorating. It prompted me to reach under my sleeves and pull each strap down over my arms, which enabled me to simply pull the bra out from under my shirt. I put the black piece of lingerie in his lap and smiled. I could tell he liked this game. His hand touched my knee and caressed the length of my thigh until he reached my panties. His fingers rubbed the tight fabric that covered my cunt and then moved it aside to slip a finger inside of me. I was warm and wet down there, and his strong fingers induced a pleasant reaction.
"I have an idea too," I said in a low sigh; his fingers inside me started to make me melt a little. "Why don't you take these panties off me right now?"
He laughed, thinking I was joking.
"No joke," I said, pushing my hips forward into his hand beneath the table. I looked up at him to let him know he was free to undress me. It was then that he removed his finger from me, raised my skirt from beneath my ass and yanked my panties down to my knees. I shivered a little after feeling that my pussy was directly against the warm vinyl booth. Worried that a passing stranger might see a pair of black panties around my knees, I let them drop to my ankles, then brought them up with one hand and placed them in David's.
"They're a little wet," he said.
"So are your fingers."
"Come on, let's get out of here so we can fuck properly."
I could tell my bare ass against the surface of our booth was too much for him. He said he wanted me before his cock exploded at an inopportune time. I didn't blame him.
On the taxi ride home, I kept the lingerie in my bag and let David visualize my trembling cunt making contact with the seat beneath it. He kept his arm around my shoulders so as to easily feel the thin layer of cotton that separated him from my naked tits. My hand remained on the bulge in his lap until we got out of the cab.
