I am nervous.
I walk over slave picture to you and wait.
You barely notice me, paying more attention to your drink.
And then you look me up and down.
I cannot tell what you are thinking.
You ask me what I’d like to drink and I slave picture ask for a 7 and 7.
When my drink arrives you stand up, your free hand grabbing my breast as you do, taking a slave picture quick squeeze.
You hear my surprised gasp.
You grab my hand slave picture and lead me to a table.
We sit down in the booth that faces the crowd in slave picture the bar.
Your hand instantly slave picture holds my thigh.
my breathing increases...
if you moved your hand up you would see im already wet.
You make chit slave picture chat with me and the alcohol is constant slave picture flowing.
Eventually, your friends show up and join us.
Five of us sit at the table and I can feel how drunk Im getting.
I ask for permission to use the restroom and when I return, I take my place back beside you and sit down, surprised to find your hand underneath me.
You begin to tell slave picture your friends slave picture a story.
Im having trouble concentrating, waiting to see what your hand will do.
You slowly track my panty line and I feel you slip the flimsy covering aside.
Your fingers graze my throbbing lips.
And then you are still.
A bit later, you become more aggressive, fingerfucking me as we sit at the table with our friends.
My body longs to hump your hand in a way so that your friends will not see me.
I wonder if they know what you are doing; I wonder if they can see the heat rising to my cheeks.
I guess you can tell how much I need something deep within slave picture me for you whisper for me to excuse myself for the bathroom slave picture.
I do as im told and get up to walk away, surprised when you follow.
“Go to the bathroom slave picture but do slave picture not lock the door.
walk to the far side, take off your top and bra and stand with your back to the door so your breasts are pressed against the cold tile wall.
Spread slave picture your legs and your arms and wait for me.
I do as im told.
as Im standing there, in the bathroom, shirt and bra removed, hugging the wall for all to see, I worry that slave picture someone else might walk in - a stranger - before you.
I hear the door fly open and feel slave picture the eyes of someone watching me.
I hear the sound of the door locking.
