Kat blushed slightly, sitting this close to Carla. As she looked across, Carla motioned to Hannah for another round of drinks. For a moment, Kat felt something vague a dis-quieting. She didn't know what it was maybe the hand gesture reminded of something, or someone, she tried thinking hard her brow furrowing, but for the life of her, she couldn't quite remember. But as soon as Carla looked back round at her, and those beautiful blue eyes caught her, the thought and the un-easiness just seemed to slip away.
Carla, smiled and looked at Kat's untouched plate, "You're not hungry?" before Kat could reply she added "Or maybe you hunger for something else?" for a moment, Kat felt a jolt in her loins, staring into those eyes, she felt a rush of heat and moisture to her vagina. She squirmed a little in her seat, pushing her legs together tightly. She didn't answer, but looked down, away from those beautiful eyes and to her plate. Picking up her knife and fork, she suddenly felt the urge to eat.
Carla, watched Kat, suddenly digging into her starter with gusto, she herself barely touched the lovely food. When Kat had finished, she signalled for Hannah to remove the plates. Kat watched, Hannah collect the plates and smiled shyly, as she turned away, her eyes, falling to Hannah's beautifully rounded bottom. Carla leaned closer, and whispered, "such a beautiful little arse isn't it?" Kat nodded and Carla added "But so much nicer, when it's red after a good spanking".
Kat almost gasped as for a moment, an image literally forced its way into her mind, of Hannah knelt down over Carla's knees with her lovely round bottom exposed. She could almost hear the smacks as Carla's hand descended and feel the heat of the red mark left behind on her own bottom. She flushed as in her mind, Hannah turned her head to Carla, only it wasn't Hannah it was Kat and in her own voice, she was begging for another. Her nipples seemed to be pressing so sorely against her corset, and her mound, was showing its pleasure. Kat Flushed deeply which amuse Carla and she almost jumped, when Carla reached out and stroked the back of her hand.
The stroke to her hand had broken the image in her mind, and Kat, was suddenly very aware, of where she was, and who she was with. Her nipples were aching, and the feelings in her mound, made her squeeze her legs tighter together. The urge, to reach down and touch herself was almost impossible to ignore. But she managed. If only just!
Carla, smiled, watching the emotions, flow across Kats face, she noticed her squirm in her seat and felt a heat of her own. Kat was just perfect, for her intentions, even if she didn't know it yet. But she would when the time was right. Time was something Carla had plenty of!
The four piece orchestra, struck up a tune, and a few people got up to dance, this was one of the specialties of the Moulon Rouge, dancing between courses, nothing hurried. Carla stood, and held out her hand to Kat, "Shall we?"
Kat stared a moment at her hand, and then at the dance floor, before shaking her head "I don't dance usually".
Carla smiled, as Kat looked back at her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, "Well my little Kitty Kat, this isn't usually, and it was not a request!" There was a slight hardness to a tone, almost a command, and Kat found herself rising and taking the hand offered to her. Carla led her to the dance floor, and turned her to face her. She put an arm behind Kat on the small of her back, applying sufficient force to move her closer so that their bodies barely touched. She reached down and took Kats other hand and held it tightly. She raised an eyebrow "Well?" Kat moved her free hand, not quite sure where to put it. Until with a sigh, Carla took her hand and placed it around her waist. "There, it's not difficult Kitty Kat" for a moment Kat was confused, Kitty Kat meant something to her, but she couldn't for the life of her think what it was, but she felt more relaxed and better every time, Carla said it. She waited for Carla to replace her hand, and then began to sway with Carla. Kat had never been much of a dancer, well not that she could remember anyway, but with Carla firmly guiding her, it all seemed to fall into place. She danced and didn't even notice, she had moved herself closer, until she realised she had rested her head on Carla's shoulder, when had that happened she wondered. But she didn't move, she wasn't even surprised, to feel Carla's hand move from her back to her bottom. It actually felt very nice, feeling Carla's hand on her bottom, not embarrassing as she would have imagined it might. She sighed when Carla gave her bottom a squeeze, moulding herself tighter into Carla's lovely body. For a moment, she closed her eyes and just drifted, with the music and the body pressed to hers.
She felt a couple of light taps on her bottom, and frowned as she opened her eyes, for a moment, Carla's body felt cold, but it must have been her imagination as she again felt the warmth of her. She smiled as Carla tapped her bottom again, maybe a warning or an invitation to what might happen later. She wanted to close her eyes again and drift, but Carla whispered "The next course is ready, time to sit down".
Kat wanted to refuse, to tell Carla she was very happy where she was, and she wasn't hungry, but she didn't. She nodded and Carla led her back to her table. Carla held her chair for her, and then after she was seated, sat herself.
