The rating has changed just for this chapter, it's sexual and may not be suitable for some you reading this. Sorry if I ruined the thing ive been dragging out to happen but it's necessary, it may be inappropriate for some readers. It's not explicit but still may not be suitable as some terminology is used.
The rest of Mickie's mouth curled into the smile while her eyes flared and looked down. He let go of her hand and reached to unbutton a couple of her blouse buttons that were cradling her breasts. He kept his body between her and the group at the other table. She sat straight and calm, smiling back at him as her blouse hung open to just below her breasts around the black lace bra overflowing.
His large hand slid against her thigh, just above the knee, and he began kneading her thigh. With each squeeze, his hand edged a little higher.
"Still wondering how it's all going to end?" he asked.
"Um…Kind of." Her voice sounded thinner and a little distant. Her thighs opened, and John's fingers spider walked toward his destination.
"Kind of wondering that myself," he said.
He was sure her upper thigh was the smoothest thing he'd ever touched. Heat began to simmer in his rod as his fingers slipped under her skirt and touched the edge of her panties. Her mound already felt flushed as his fingers brushed its shape. She was watching his face, a sense of surprise or maybe even relief as his fingers slid under her panties over her smooth sex.
A tell tale push and flex of her breasts betrayed the deepening of her breath. John's cock was growing thick and already nudging down his thigh and showing its shape in the loose drape of his beach shorts.
"So…is this your…thing?" mickie worked at steady her tone. "Fingering women in public places like cafés and restaurants?"
She scanned the front of his pants where his distended cock strained at the material. She glanced over his shoulder at the other table. The volume of their conversation had dropped.
"I touched you this morning because it seemed at the time there might never be another chance. And I'm touching you now because there is."
His finger curled inside her and Mickie's breath caught. She gripped his wrist, closed her eyes and rolled her hips against her seat. Each slip and thrust of John's finger drew a fresh flow of nectar from her smouldering core.
"You say it like you're entitled." She gnawed briefly on her bottom lip. John felt like all his Christmas's had come at once, he'd thought about this intimate action with mickie but never imagined it would happen or where it was happening.
"Don't you feel that way when someone lets you close enough to reach?"
"Is that what I did?
He drew his hand from her and traced her lips with the finger that had been inside her. He smeared her own juices across her mouth like a gloss and then kissed her so hard she whimpered into his mouth. Neither realising this was in fact the first time there lips had connected.
"Yes, you did," he finally answered her question. "Maybe you didn't mean to, but you did."
John recognized the raw desire in her eyes. She ran her palm over the significant shape of his member. He reached for her thigh, his finger searching for its rightful place again.