“Does watching them turn you on?” Russell whispered.
Tessa nodded, but felt a little dirty for feeling that way.
Russell slid a hand underneath Tessa’s skirt. “What’s this?” he said, feeling the slip-shaper.
“My slip.”
“It’s in my way,” he said, like a driver annoyed at an approaching roadblock. He slid the tight-fitting slip up past Tessa’s hips and then he grinned, ear-to-ear. “My goodness, who’s not wearing any underwear?” He stroked Tessa’s moist slit with his finger.
“The sales clerk said I shouldn’t,” Tessa said, embarrassed. “The panty lines would show through the silk.”
“Thank God for panty lines,” Russell said, and he whirled Tessa around so they were dancing with her back against his chest. He pulled her to him tightly.
“What are you doing?” Tessa said, feeling the palm of his hand against her mound, pushing her backside firmly against his crotch, and the huge hard-on in his slacks.
“You told me to back out faster. That’s what I’m doing. Do you want me to stop?”
The couple next to them started moving faster than the beat of the music. The woman ground her hips into the man and he responded by grinding his teeth on her exposed breast. She moaned and threw her head back, as if to ask for more. Part of Tessa was appalled by such a public display, part of her was hot.
“Just don’t get a speeding ticket.”
-24-
Russell and Tessa danced two more songs, during which Russell’s fingers were very busy underneath Tessa’s dress. He massaged her clitoris to near climax, and just before her spasms began, he stopped. Tessa stomped on his foot and he told her he was just following her orders not to get a speeding ticket. He played at the opening of Tessa’s wet core, seemingly just fiddling around to the beat of the music, until she began to contort her hips in an effort to create more effective stimulation.
“I take it you are no longer worried about speeding tickets,” he said, and he abruptly plunged two fingers deep inside her. She moaned, and ground her hips onto his fingers.
Russell chuckled. “More? Faster?”
She nodded.
Russell inserted a third finger easily; Tessa was so wet her juice was trickling down her legs. “Do you want to come now?” he asked, nuzzling at her neck.
Did she? The angel on one shoulder told her this was still a public place and it was completely improper, totally vulgar. The devil on the other shoulder reminded Tessa that the skirt of her dress was covering her; that no one could actually see what Russell was doing under there. As she debated, Russell’s fingers continued to move in and out, building tension that was quickly becoming unbearable. When she could take no more, the devil on her shoulder screamed, tell him hell yes!
And that’s what Tessa did.
Russell danced her over to a corner for a greater sense of privacy. One hand worked her G Spot, though Russell also kept pressure on her clitoris. The other hand kneaded a breast. Tessa was in agony of the most delicious kind, and when Russell’s mouth took her nipple, it launched Tessa into waves of spasms so intense she almost lost her balance.
“And you thought you couldn’t climax,” Russell whispered as he held a breathless Tessa close. When she’d recovered her composure, Russell tugged her slip back down, repositioned her silk bodice and walked her to the ladies room. “There are clean towels in there, if you want to freshen up.”