He tensed again, stumbling slightly in his words as he joked with Dennis about something. But he didn’t bring his hand down again, and I felt a throb of desire pound through me as I let my hand rest there on his leg while I smiled at the rest of the table.
As we all continued to chat and eat, I slowly found myself inching my hand upwards, slowly but surely moving my fingers until I could feel the pulsing heat of Mr. Harding’s huge erection through his jeans. He coughed as I cupped his big bulge there, smiling as he took a big gulp of wine and continued to talk to my parents about some new candidate for city council or something.
Me, I just sat there grinning away, feeling like I was buzzing with electricity as my fingers slowly massaged Jake’s cock through his jeans. I felt so scandalous, so naughty stroking his dick, sitting so close to his wife while I speared salad and pasta with my fork and made light conversation with the table. This was so not the Chelsea of six months ago, and I loved it.
After a few minutes of this though, Mr. Harding suddenly scooted his chair a bit closer to the table, until his lap and my hand were now totally covered by the table and the draping table-cloth, where they’d only partially been before. Suddenly, I gasped as the man who’d just taken my virginity dropped his own hand next to mine, gently eased his zipper down, and without a second thought, reached in and pulled his enormous cock right out through his fly! I about gasped as the hot, thick tool slipped into my tiny hand, and I shivered as I closed my fingers around as much of the silky girth as I could.
My mom said something funny I guess and the whole table erupted in peels of laughter then. Jake took the moment to lean close, feigning laughter as he whispered darkly into my ear. “Two can play games, Chelsea. Your move.”
He leaned back away from me, smiling away at the rest of the table as I sat there absolutely dripping through my tiny thong as his words reverberated through me. I don’t know if he’d meant to shock me or call my bluff, but if anything, I only wanted him more now. I gripped his big dick a little tighter in my small fingers and started to jerk him then, slowly slipping my hand up and down his trembling cock. He caught my eye out of the corner of his, the look in his face dark and definitely surprised. I could feel him pulse hotly in my hand, and I bit my lip as I thought about how this huge shaft had so recently filled me up so thickly.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my knee. Quickly, with a light but determined touch, the hand slid higher, teasing the inside of my bare thigh as it did. He never slowed, not even once before his fingers slipped right against the soaking wet thong barely covering my young pussy. I whipped my head to stare at him, his own brashness actually almost knocking me off my thrill-seeking entirely. I mean God, what if we got caught like this?! And then I thought another, dirtier thought: it’d be bad enough if it were just that, but what if we got caught and then it also turned out that I was carrying his child?!
But then, there again, instead of throwing me off, that naughty, forbidden thought only got me hotter. And instead of calling things quit there, I suddenly wanted so much more.
His fingers slid up the seam of my panties, and gently eased them to side. This time it was my turn to feign a cough at the table as one of Mr. Harding’s big fingers slowly slipped between my slippery, silken lips, before pushing easily right into my tight channel. I squeezed his cock tighter, jerking him faster as he buried a finger to the knuckle inside of me, curling it up and stroking my front wall, making me practically moan there at the table.
Thankfully, I was saved from probable questioning looks by Karen, of all people!
“Oh! Sarah, you wanted to see pictures of the shore-house I stayed at?”
My mom clapped eagerly. “Oh yeah! I’ve been dying to see those!”
Jake’s finger was driving me wild as he slowly curled it in and out of me, his thumb just lightly brushing over my clit; just enough to drag my desire slowly across the coals without sending me over the edge.
“I’ve got them right here actually,” Karen reached behind her for her tablet on the side table before turning back and opening up an album full of pictures.
I started to wonder about what would happen if I made Jake come like this. I mean, we couldn’t very well just have cum flying everywhere underneath the table, and without really being able to look, it’s not like I’d be able to catch it all in my hand or anything! Of course, what I really wanted to do was feel him shoot hit thick load up inside of -
And suddenly, as Jake achingly pushed me slowly and teasingly towards that edge, I thought a very naughty thought. I knew then that I was going to feel him inside of me again before I had to go back to school, even if it meant risking everything.