We made our entrance in to the restaurant. It was one of the smartest restaurants in the area. Upon stepping through the door, although no heads actually turned, it almost felt as if all eyes were on us. I was wearing a sleek dark blue suit. Janice, however, was the truly eye catching one. She wore a tight blue strapless dress, the cut exposed all her breasts except for her nipples, her pale flesh contrasted with the dark blue of her dress. The dress wasn't long, ending just above her knees. As we walked to the restaurant, I enjoyed watching the hem creeping up her legs with each step she took. During the walk from the car, we had to stop several times so that she could pull the dress back down, but on more than one occasion she let it creep just a little farther, letting it slide up until I could just about see the bottom curve of her ass.
She looked absolutely ravishing.
Now at the restaurant, the hostess brought us to our table. To my delight, she walked us up to a one-sided semi-circular booth where we would be sitting side by side. We were seated and we started to look at the other customers, they were the rich and we'll off.
I had enjoyed my weekend Friday evening displaying Janice's body and a night of passion with her, a foursome on Saturday, today Sunday Jane had visited my house in the morning and I had an arousing couple of hours watching Jane and Janice make love to each other before I had anal sex with Jane. Mind control was making life a lot more interesting!
My reverie was suddenly interrupted by the waiter materialising by our table.
"Welcome. Can I start you two off with something to drink?" Janice ordered a glass of sweet house wine and I had fresh orange juice. The waiter smiled and hurried off, leaving us alone in our booth.
As the waiter hurried off, I let my hand fall down to my Janice's leg. Thankfully, her short dress had ridden up just enough that my hand landed directly upon her bare flesh. I immediately felt a stir in my cock as sexual vibrations emanated from her leg, travelled my hand, and then coursed through my body. I started gently moving my hand up and down her leg, from the top of her knee to the bottom of her dress. She sighed contentedly. When my hand once again arrived at the bottom of her dress, I let it keep going, moving up until I hit the edge of her panties.
She opened her legs very slightly
"Your panties," I whispered to her. She looked up at me quizzically.
"Your panties," I whispered again.
"Give them to me."
She looked back at me again and, seeing nothing but serious lust in my eyes, proceeded to reach her hands down under the table. I moved my eyes away from her as to not draw attention, but in my peripheral vision I could see her shimmying her ass back and forth. Then, I felt her press the lace of the panties in to my hand underneath the table. As I suspected, the crotch of the panties was very wet.
I gave an inspecting glance around the restaurant, then deposited the black lace thong in to my inside jacket pocket. When complete, I let my hand fall once again to her milky thigh. Once again, I moved my hand up and down her leg, and once again I let my hand wander up through the bottom of her dress up next to her pussy. I could clearly feel the heat coming off of her, noticing a huge temperature difference from her knee to her crotch.
Janice's slightly parted mouth exhaling every time my hand arrived just next to her pussy. This is how I continued, waiting until the moment when her arousal finally overtook her that's when I crossed the point of no return.
My hand moved up her leg in the same manner it had been, but instead of stopping just next to the crotch, I moved it even further up her thigh, forcing the dress to bunch up against her waist. I curved my wrist, sliding my fingers past her sopping wet lips, and pressed my middle two fingers against her engorged clit. She inhaled sharply, clearly not expecting the suddenness of the pleasure. Her hand flew to her wine and she took a sip, clearly trying to hide the truth of what was happening underneath the table.
I began moving my fingers in small circles against her pleasure button. The glass of wine was still against her lips, but I could see that she was not drinking. The wine rested against her top lip, the breath from her nose fogging up the glass with each quickening exhale. Her eyes were closed, a sign that she had started to not care what the situation looked like; that she was giving in to the pleasure.
My fingers continued their circles against her clit, and I could start to feel her hips lightly bucking against my hand, a clear sign that she was surrendering to the pleasure.