“I love the way that dress clings to you,” Michael’s voice whispered in her ear, sending tingles through Cindy’s body. Underneath the table, Cindy pressed her thighs together as she lifted her coffee to her lips. Under the table, Michael stroked her knee. Cindy took a sip of coffee and looked around the cafe. Behind her young lobbyist was talking passionately with his colleague about gay marriage. To her left, two business executives discussed the finer points of financial reporting. Overhearing snippets of these conversations made what was happening underneath the table even more delicious.
She placed her cup carefully back on the table and leaned forward. Her finger pulled her neckline down so that Michael could get a peek of the lace beneath.
“You are so fucking sexy,” her voice was husky.
Michael’s fingers trailed up her leg, sliding underneath the hem of her skirt. Damp heat pooled between Cindy’s thighs. She slid her hand up Michael’s arm and then down the firm torso to rest on the top of his thigh.
Michael’s fingers continued their journey up the valley between her legs. Ever so softly, he touched the crotch of her panties with the tip of his finger. She inhaled sharply as her pussy tingled. Her nails dug into his thigh as she struggled to stop the moan coming out of her lips. Nervously, she looked around. But no-one in the busy cafe even paused for a moment. She and Michael were completely invisible to them.
With his other hand, Michael moved her hand to his crotch. Underneath the fabric of his trousers, she felt his cock. Before she could stop herself, Cindy wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. Thoughts of their last time they together flicked into her mind. She remembered how he had pushed her down onto the bed and kneeled above her resting his cock against her hungry cunt, making her beg to be filled. The same cock she was holding underneath this table. The same hungry cunt that was being teased through her panties right now.
“Feel how hard you make me,” Michael’s voice in her ear interrupted her thoughts. “It was like this the moment you sat down.” He pressed his fingers harder against the fabric of her knickers. Cindy felt warm wetness seeping out of her. Michael chuckled softly.
“You dirty girl. Your knickers are soaking.” His finger slipped under the elastic of her panties and slid along the slick lips of her pussy. She felt her swollen clit give a throb as her knees fell further apart. Her hand moved up and down his cock, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel the hot velvet of his skin against her palm.
It was as if he had read her mind. Looking straight in her eyes, he unzipped his pants. Cindy’s heart raced as she stared in disbelief. Without saying a word, he took her hand and pressed it against the warm skin of his cock. They sat, looking into each other’s eyes, as her hand moved up and down the silky warmth of his shaft. She slid her thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the slickness of his pre-cum over the sensitive head. Michael closed his eyes and sighed.
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