"Open your legs wider," he said confidently, smiling as he felt her comply.
Jo sat quietly, hands on the table, legs shamefully wide apart as Edward continued to tease her, her panties increasingly damp as his agile toes slowly stroked up and down the thin cotton gusset of her knickers. She was trying to look a bit bored, trying to pretend that there wasn't a luscious warmth radiating out from her thighs but if this was a game, it was clear to her that she was losing.
"You love this, don't you?" he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Fooling around out in public, it turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Don't be ridiculous, I don't know what you mean," she said, fixing him with what she hoped was a look of disdain, although she had to admit there was some truth to what he was saying. She had to admit that some dark part of her subconscious had always fantasized about risky sex, something with a touch of danger to get her adrenaline running.
"Don't pretend you're not aroused," he said as if reading her mind. "I can feel how damp you are."
"Rubbish. When are you going to stop this ridiculous game?"
"Take your panties off," he said, a dangerous glint in his brown eyes that she hadn't seen before.
"What?"
"You heard me, take them off. I dare you."
"Don't be absurd. Not here."
He responded by taking a long sip of his beer, his eyes silently challenging her.
She took another sip of wine, and glanced casually around the room as she considered what to do next. It was still empty apart from the middle-aged couple, who looked like they were locked in a deep discussion about work.
"Surely he was joking!" she thought. But as his intense eyes locked with hers she knew he wasn't. She couldn't, could she? It was so naughty, so wrong! Anyone could walk in and see!
But even as these thoughts crossed her mind, she knew deep down she wanted to see what it felt like. If she didn't, it would feel like he'd won. If she didn't, she knew she'd always wonder what would have happened.
But how to do it? She pictured herself whipping them off quickly and throwing them across the table at him, turning that annoying grin into a look of surprise. No, surely it was better to take her time, making it clear she was in control of this situation and wouldn't be rushed.
She bit her lip as she glanced around nervously before kicking off her leather sandals. She flashed Edward what she hoped was a defiant look as she slipped her hands beneath her short skirt, then hooked her thumbs under the lacy waistband, feeling the elastic tension. Still looking around, she quickly lifted her hips and in one smooth movement slid them down to her knees, before resting her bottom back on the padded seat.
Jo's heart thumped, her mouth suddenly dry as she leant forward as eased her knickers down over her calves, raising first one leg then the other as she eased the little tangle of cotton over her bare feet.
"There," she said, smiling triumphantly as she balled them up in her fist, her chin still close to the surface as she stretched to hand them to him under the table.
"Over the table," he insisted, that annoying grin on his face again as he held out his hand, his slender fingers curling.
"Cheat," Jo hissed angrily as she squeezed them into a tight ball in her fist then handed them over, the little scrap of lavender cotton clinging to her damp palm. She'd hoped he'd quickly stuff them into his pocket, but felt herself blushing furiously as he carefully unfolded them, examining and fingering the thin cotton edged with a thin, white strip of lace.
He grinned, much too quick for her as she tried to snatch them back, and she was forced to watch as he sat back in his chair and raised them to his nose, as if he was exploring the delicate aroma of a glass of champagne.
From a distance, it would look as if he was using a lavender-coloured tissue, but she could feel her triumphant smile fading as he delicately sniffed at the fabric, the triumphant expression on his face making it clear he now knew just how aroused she was, as he briefly closed his eyes and savoured the feminine fragrance that lingered on the cotton.
"Well, well, it seems like you have been enjoying yourself, after all," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he leant back in his seat and she felt one of his feet pushing against her knee, easing her legs even further apart whilst the other slid along her thigh and lightly stroked her warm, and now naked, flesh.
Jo turned and stared out of the window, unable to meet his victorious eyes, putting her hand over her mouth to stifle a soft sigh as she felt is toes caress her moist folds with surprising gentleness. Her mind was a complex swirl of emotions: shame and embarrassment at the predicament she found herself in, her legs wantonly spread, her skirt riding up over her hot naked thighs and exposed to any passerby who cared to look under the table. But also anger that he seemed to understand her so well, understood exactly what buttons to press. And underlying it all, a deep longing arousal as she felt his toes ease her knees apart and patiently massage her soft, swollen folds.
"Please, let's go back, please," she whispered as he stroked her patiently, her body responding, her nipples pressing against her bra, her hips moving restlessly as her bare pussy tingled. She glanced over to her left at the sign that pointed to the Ladies, and was tempted to stumble off to a cubicle and finger herself to a much-needed orgasm. In terms of his little game, would that be victory or defeat? With her blood deserting her brain and rushing to other parts of her body, she was having trouble thinking straight.
"Maybe afterwards," he said, smiling as his big toe circled her swollen lips.
"Please," she moaned urgently, squirming hotly as he pressed more firmly.
"What's the matter? It certainly feels like you're enjoying it," he chuckled, showing no sign of mercy.
"Edward, please," she heard herself beg.
"Maybe I should have you here, hmm? Bend you over this table, pull your skirt up and give you what you so obviously want," he said.
"Please, take me back, you can have me Edward, you can have me any way you like," she whispered urgently as she leant forward, a desperate look in her blue eyes.
"Well, perhaps it is time I took you home before you really embarrass yourself," he said suddenly, still grinning as he slipped his sandals on and got up. Jo took his hand, and he pulled her up onto unsteady legs.
As he opened the door for her, a cool breeze swept in and Jo felt another rush of excitement laced with danger as it swirled around her naked thighs and she tugged at her short skirt, suddenly aware just how wet she was. Outside, a group of labourers about to enter the pub, stood aside politely as she skipped through the door.
"Thanks," she said, as she tugged her little pleated skirt down over her legs, aware of them staring at her legs, knowing that if she hadn't had such quick reflexes they might have seen a lot more than they'd expected.
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"Still teasing, Jo?" he groaned, as he shifted gear.
"What's the matter, don't you like it? I can stop if you want," she said, innocently. She was enjoying being back in control and getting her own back after his little 'game' at the pub.
They were halfway back to the school, his old hatchback rattling and rumbling as the sped down the rough country roads. He was driving much quicker than he normally would; ignoring the speed limit in his eagerness to get back to her room. Almost as soon as they were out of the pub car park, Jo had reached across and slid her slim hand into the pocket of his baggy blue shorts, caressing his semi-erect cock through the thin fabric of his pocket-lining.
"Christ," he gasped, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as he felt her slender fingers tormenting him, gently squeezing his lengthening shaft. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her grin, displaying a neat row of even, white teeth as her deft finger unfastened the button on his shorts, and unzipped his flies.
Spying a small track leading off to the left, he twisted the steering wheel and soon the car was lurching down a bumpy farm track, just two wheel-sized grooves cut into the green turf.
"Where are we going?" Jo asked.
"You'll see," he said.
At the end of the track, there was a small, secluded car park where the ebbing sunlight was filtered through a thick ring of trees.
Thankfully, it was deserted and Edward brought the car skidding to a sudden stop in one corner.
"What are we doing?" Jo asked, although she already had a pretty good idea as they both fumbled with their seatbelts.
Edward didn't even bother to reply, as he twisted in his seat and leant over towards her, his lips suddenly pressed against hers, all the suppressed passion of the last hour suddenly spilling over. She squealed as she felt the seat back recline, and suddenly she was flat on her back as his hands tugged urgently at her clothes. She helped him tug her t-shirt up over her head, and she struggled to unfasten her lavender bra as he tugged her skirt up, revealing her gloriously naked thighs.
