I did my best to look straight ahead, watching the players on the stage and toying with my napkin as his big finger slid up and down my slit, stroking me so deliciously through my panties. He began to slide his digit to the side, teasing at the seam against my thigh before pushing under there.
I moaned as quietly as I could as his fingers moved over my bare lips, pushing deep under my panties and sliding over my slippery folds.
Anna glanced back at me just for a moment, and I grinned at her as if I was just sitting there listening to music, and not trying not to moan as my boyfriend's fingers began to slide into my pussy under the table.
Back at the dorms before dinner, when he and I had stumbled breathless and red-faced back into the room in only our towels from the shower, Anna had given us a big knowing grin, and then graciously left us to change. She actually hadn't said a peep to me about it all night, which was actually shocking, but I knew she was still grinning about it inside.
I knew she'd have a lot more to say about it thought if she caught us being this bold out in public though, so I did my best not to make a sound as I felt Tyler’s probing fingers begin to push into my soft channel. I bit my lip and pulled at the paper cocktail napkin under my soda water, glancing at him to see him sitting there totally normally with his eyes on the stage as he began to finger his eighteen year old girlfriend.
He stroked in and out of my pussy in time with the soft beat of the jazz music, and I found myself rocking my hips and undulating against him as he did so. I hadn't had a drop to drink, and yet my head still swam as if drunk off of the music and the feeling of him playing with my clit.
I let my own hand wander then, letting my fingers walk across his thigh and feeling him tense beneath me as I teased over the thick bulge in his pants. I toyed with the zipper, hearing his breath catch quietly as I began to inch it down.
I didn't know what it was about this man that brought out my naughty exhibitionist side, but I loved it. Here we were sitting at a jazz club in a booth next to my best friend, and he while he was fingering me, I was sliding my hand into his pants and wrapping it around his big cock.
I jerked him inside his pants, watching his face tense up while he did his best to keep it neutral and focused on the musicians. He responded with a tease of his own, curling his fingers up inside of me and stroking them against that sensitive spot just inside, making me squirm as my juices dripped down his fingers.
Feeling so wicked and naughty, and thrilling at that heady feeling of doing this in public, where we could be caught, I slowly began to pull him out of his fly.
Tyler turned to me then and gave me a look like I was crazy. But, he didn't stop me either, and he merely inched forward a little under the tablecloth as I slipped his big, thick dick out of his pants and started to stroke him openly.
He began to push his finger deeper into me, stroking at my tight slit as he eased another digit in right next to it, stretching me. I moaned softly again and squirmed in my seat as I slid my small hand up and down the throbbing shaft beneath the table.
Anna turned to me again, this time creasing her brow and giving me a strange look and a half smile before turning back to the stage. A minute later, she turned again with that same strange look on her face, giving me curious half-smile again before turning back to the stage. I could tell she knew something was up, even if she didn't know just how naughty we were being under the table.
Again, there was just something about Tyler that brought out this naughty side of me; something that put the good girl Christina away and brought out the dirty, teasing little slut inside of me. And as I jerked his cock under the table while he made me squirm on his fingers, I knew I wanted more; much more.
His face fell a little as I took my hand off of his cock, but then his eyes went wide as I covertly reached beneath my butt and began to skim my panties down my smooth legs. I reached down as subtly as I could and plucked them off my heeled shoe, before bringing them back up and jamming them into his jacket pocket with a sly grin at him. I spread my legs a little wider under the table, and I felt his breath catch as he let his hand stroke freely up and down my slit.
And then, shocking myself at how crazy and insane it was, I quickly scooted over and onto Tyler’s lap. His hand froze on my thighs and he leaned in to quietly hiss in my ear. ”What he hell are you doing? This is fucking insan-”
I cut him off as reached down, wrapped my hand around his cock, and began to stroke it gently against my slippery pussy lips.
He grunted quietly, his hands tightening on my thighs as he rocked his hips up against me.