Towards the end of the meal, as we waited for the coffee and liquers to arrive, I went to the bathroom and removed my already damp thong. I looked at myself in the full length mirror before leaving. My low cut blouse emphasised my full breasts, and my stiffening nipples were making their presence known though the stretched fabric. My short black skirt and suspended black stockings covered my long legs, and disguised the swollen nakedness between my legs, my erect clit an exclamation mark emphasising my increasing excitement and desire for early fulfilment. I looked at myself critically, and liked what I saw: I look sexy and confident. I put my thong in my handbag and returned to the table.
There were four of us at the table, in a private room, in the back corner of the restaurant. My lover and I were sitting next to each other on a banquette against the wall. Across the table from us were the two men with whom we were having dinner. We had met them on a number of occasions before, and I had noted how sexy my body had found them. This evening, however, was the first time that we had spent so much time in their company, in celebration of a mutually successful business agreement. Before we had left home, my lover had suggested that I might want to make it even more of a celebration. I was non-committal, and said that I would think about it, and see how the evening went. Inside, I was excited at the thought of an adventure involving our associates, though I was not sure whether circumstances would be conducive, of whether I would have the nerve to do anything.
The meal had had been very pleasant, good food supported by initial champagne and then fine wines, and the conversation had flowed freely, with much laughter. They were witty, and smiled at me a lot, and I flirted, and smiled back at each of them in turn. By the end of the main course, I was confident I wanted to do something, and was reasonably confident that what ever I chose to do would be welcomed by my companions. I got increasingly excited with anticipation during the dessert, and flirted even more openly with both the men, who responded in kind with the encouragement of my lover.
My lover noticed the change in me when I returned to the table. Perhaps I appeared more flushed, perhaps more confident, but it is likely that he just recognised my growing excitement. He looked at me quizzically, and I smiled warmly at him, and winked. As I sat down, I ran my hands up and down the inside of his thigh, and felt him stir. He placed his hand on my thigh, moving my skirt up a little, and squeezed. The coffee and liquers arrived, and the business associated with that distracted us briefly from our conversation, before the waiter left us.
While the coffee was being poured, I put my hand on top of my lover's and, sliding forward to the edge of the seat and spreading my legs a little, guided his hand up to my moist naked centre. He hid his surprise, if any, well, and after stroking the whole area gently, causing me to shiver with pleasure, his finger sought out my erect clit, and began to pay particular attention to that. I knew it was going to become a memorable evening. I reached across, and with some assistance from him, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, quietly, and pulled his hard erect cock free, and grasped it firmly in my hand and began to stroke it.
The conversation continued, and my lover and I continued to talk, and to drink, though we each had a hand beneath the table, and it is likely that some movement was detectable to our companions. One of the men asked how we had met, and my lover began to tell them the story, which we used often in our games, and which never failed to get us very excited. As he was getting to the more exciting part, I thought that the time had come, and I slipped my shoes off. Lifting my legs, my feet sought out each of their laps, and I began to rub a stockinged foot against the hard erections in each of their trousers. Their eyes widened, but they said nothing as I looked at each of them in turn. My lover told them, in some detail, what had happened on our first evening together. He was rubbing my clit faster as he spoke, and I was beginning to pump his cock more rhythmically. One of our companions grabbed my foot in his lap, and began to rub himself against it with some vigour, while his companion slid forward on his seat, allowing my foot to massage his hard cock through his trousers.
My lover was getting to the climax of his story, and I locked eyes with each man in turn, and I could feel their cocks moving under my feet, and see the growing excitement in their faces. I gripped my lover's cock tight, and as the story climaxed, so did I, closing my eyes, and feeling the pleasure course through my body, from my clit, pussy, feet and hand.
