Emma cast a furtive glance at the brunette to her left. Regina however was watching the speaker and dutifully wielding her pen across the legal pad with her left hand. Her other hand, however, caressed the blonde gently before she sank her nails into the denim clad thigh and raked from knee to hip; slowly. The blonde again, sucked in a breath and nearly choked on air. She reached out and grabbed her glass of water; trying in vain to keep from drawing attention.
She glanced again to see a brief tilt to Regina's mouth as she cocked her head. The presenter wrapped up his claims before nodding to the mayor and sitting down. The brunette called to the floor the next speaker and checked that the recorder of the minutes was on task; all with her hand casually raking up and down Emma's thigh as though absently petting a lazy cat.
When the next speaker stood to discuss budget cuts and business expenditures, Regina's hand slipped to cup the inside of Emma's thigh. The blonde snapped her legs shut and barely resisted the instinct to glare at the audacious woman. In spite of the urge to stare down the woman to her left, she was however, able to keep her green gaze glued to the gesticulating woman at the front of the room as the brunette's fingers wiggled and pried at her thigh.
Suddenly, Emma felt Regina shift. She uncrossed her legs and then crossed them back, running her sharp heel up the length of the blonde's calf as if on accident. The sensation of the stiff peak of the heel dragging along the denim of her tight jeans had Emma nearly panting. She shifted her legs a bit to try and shuffle away but the movement opened her thighs and Regina was able to sneak a quick and deadly hand between them.
When Emma felt the woman's fingers pressing on her sex through the denim of her jeans she clenched her hand tightly around the pencil she held. Regina, however, made no noise or acknowledgement of the reaction. She simply continued to note take with her left hand, watch the presenter with rapt attention, and tap a steady rhythm against Emma's now engorged clit.
The blonde was completely torn. On the one hand, they were in a meeting and could at any moment, be caught. It went against every code of professionalism that she possessed to allow Regina to give her a hand job under the table at the business meeting. The sheriff was anxious and frustrated and embarrassed at the way her body automatically responded to the woman to her left.
On the other hand, she desperately needed Regina's hands on her. Her body was flushed and humming in anticipation at the brunette's expertise. Emma wanted nothing more than to lean back and allow the woman to push her toward a thrilling climax as everyone in the room sat oblivious.
Suddenly, Regina's voice rang out across the room once more as she thanked the lady that had finished speaking and called the next presentation forward. Sydney stood, nodded to her and then began speaking about the importance of publicizing worthy causes such as the animal shelter or the outdated sewage system in Storybrook. The brunette's hand did not falter as she spoke nor slow when she settled back into her vigilant writing. It was driving Emma mad.
She reached down and grabbed the woman's hand tightly and when Regina turned to lock gazes with her, she glared in what she hoped was a very menacing way. But the brunette simply smirked at her and pressed harder against the swollen nub now tender and sensitive under her thumb. The blonde barely ducked her head before she gasped slightly. Thankfully, no one else noticed as their mayor fucked their sheriff under the table at the business meeting.
Emma spread her legs and allowed the woman to do what she would; what else could she do? A small smirk appeared on Regina's mouth as her fingers deftly undid the button of her pants and pushed inside. The blonde felt purposeful digits gliding through her folds to find the little pearl of pleasure. She could feel her climax approaching as Regina rubbed, flicked, and massaged her wet sex in such a way that left Emma nearly slipping to the ground.
The blonde could see the edge and she clenched her fists, snapping the pencil in her effort to remain in control. The sheriff tried not to wriggle or writhe under the expert hand as she trained her gaze on Sydney's boring slideshow. But it was incredibly difficult the closer she came to orgasm.
Regina spurred her forward, glorying in the power she had over the blonde at the moment. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Emma bit down on her lip and fought the moan that the brunette knew she longed to release. Regina couldn't help it; she smirked and then drove her over the edge.
Emma lurched up as the orgasm overcame her. A desperate hand dropped to her lap to clutch Regina's; nails raking down the back of the woman's hand and encircling her wrist. She clenched up and curled her toes in her boots until the waves had passed and she slumped back; replete in the moment.
The brunette retracted her hand and wiped it unceremoniously on Emma's tank before she shuffled some pages of her notes. She then turned to the blonde with a wicked smile. "Thank you, Sydney. Now, Sheriff Swan, would you like to show all of us what you have been up to?"
Emma, barely recovered from the orgasm she had succumbed to in front of fifty people, dropped her jaw. "W-what?"
"Your report, Sheriff." The mayor clarified. "Or have you come unprepared?"
Emma stood on shaky knees and glared down at the woman. "I'm prepared." She became aware of the extreme moisture in her underwear but knew there was nothing she could do about it at that point. She fumbled through her well-prepared notes and bumbled through the carefully constructed slideshow. By the time she was finished, the crowd was nearly snickering at her hesitancy and Regina was grinning broadly to see the high, bright flush of embarrassment on her face.
When the torture was over, she sat back down and winced at her sodden panties. Regina hummed a note of humor in her throat and then dismissed the meeting. The brunette made a move to rise but Emma's forceful hand on her thigh held her there. She whipped her head back to look at the blonde as she leaned in and grinned threateningly at her.
"You think that was funny, don't you?"
"Actually, Miss Swan, yes. I found it extremely humorous."
Emma's eyes burned with vengeance and a trill of fearful arousal ran up the brunette's spine. "I will get you for this; you know that don't you?"
"I believe that I have warned you before against making idle threats." Regina shook her off and stood. "It's extremely unbecoming." Regina tossed her dark hair, collected her papers, and strode out of the room.
"I'll show you unbecoming." Emma muttered before rising herself.