Strictly Taboo(150)

Talk about our future? I felt a shiver go up my spine, and couldn’t tell if it was from his hand, or his words. Still, I decided to take his advice and try to relax. For now, smiling at him I picked up my drink when the waitress brought it back and took a big swig out of it. Watching the dance floor, I finished my drink quickly and I felt a little dizzy afterwards. I was never much of a drinker. Rupert had changed things about me, perhaps this was another of those things. Getting a little tipsy, I felt all my muscles in my body start to relax and then I was ready to dance.

Pulling on Rupert's hand I pulled him towards the dance floor. People moved out of the way to make room for the Prince and his date in the middle of the floor. With all the people dancing it made them a bit crowded, but they didn’t seem to mind. I think they enjoyed having the Prince in their midst. It probably made them feel closer to the ruling family. The drink I had made me feel the music in my body. Every thump of the bass, and every word reverberating inside of me. I danced close to Rupert as I slowly started to grind against him to the music. I put my legs on either side of one of his legs and pressed my heated pussy onto his thigh. I could feel his hand roaming over my body while his other one cupped my ass. Pulling me harder onto his thigh. I could feel my clit rubbing against the fabric of my dress. Every once in a while, he would pinch my nipple or squeeze my tit. He was teasing my body, getting me more heated up. I finally leaned close to him and pressed my whole body against him, grinding against him.

"I want you Rupert. Can we go, now?" I whispered to him. "We made our appearance in public, let's go home."

"I've got a better idea," Rupert told me, and he took me back to the table to order us another round of drinks. He had me sit next to him. He put his hand under the table. At first, I wasn't sure what he was doing. When the waitress brought the drinks, I grabbed my drink and took a gulp. I choked when I felt his hand slip under my dress, up my leg, and between my thighs.

I darted a glance at his face and his expression was of sweet innocence. He knew exactly what he was doing, but he was an expert at not showing it. I tried to match his air of innocence, but I shivered as his fingers tickled the insides of my thighs. I put my hand on his upper arm and gripped it tightly. My hand holding the drink shook slightly as he toyed with my lips. I finished it quickly so I could put it back on the table. I didn’t need a cold drink in my lap, his fingers were getting enough reaction on their own.

He quickly found his way to my wetness and he pressed fingers against my clit. I moaned softly and tried not to shut my eyes instinctively. The heavy music and dancing going on in front of us made it so no one noticed us in the dark corner of the back of the room. This was naughty, but I couldn’t form the words to tell him to stop, nor did I want to. So instead, I shifted my hips pressing against his fingers harder, encouraging him.

“You’re being so bad,” I whispered to Rupert as his fingers stroked the insides of lips at the table where we sat. I arched my hips up against him, I couldn’t help it. He brought me to a quick release against his hand. It had me choking a scream back so I didn’t draw any unwanted attention to myself or Rupert. Although, I’m not entirely sure if he would mind people watching us.

“You love it,” He whispered and when he pulled his hands out from between my legs, he licked his fingers and grinned at me. “You taste so sweet. I love watching you cum, Lara.”

I blushed furiously but when I ducked my head, I was smiling. I really had liked it too. I really hoped he would do it again in the future. The chance of getting caught doing something naughty in public had made it more intense. It felt wicked to have an orgasm with hundreds of people standing around, oblivious to what was going on near them.





Chapter 2


I had survived our experience going out to the bar, the drinks, and the dancing. I loved how he touched me, and there was touching. Lots of touching. On the way out of the bar, he’d stopped me in the alley behind it and had pressed me up against the wall. He kissed me until I had was begging him to take me in the grime and filth that was the alleyway. He had teased me to the point where I’d forgotten where we’d even been standing. We had a drunk man stumble upon us, which had finally broke us apart. He was getting to the point where he would have taken me right there against the dirty brick.

“Lara?” Rupert nudged me awake. I was curled in his arms in bed and had no desire to move. My head hurt a little bit, and I think I was slightly hung over.

“Shhhh… Rupert, my head hurts.” I told him and then pulled a pillow over my head to hide from the light coming in the room. He tugged on the pillow trying to get it off my head, but I didn’t want to budge.