6.
~ It was torture. The Point Man was sure people could see the embarrassing condition that his wife had put him in. She look perfectly coiffed and presentable. The very picture of a lady as she delicately ate her soup and asked if he thought the rain would last all night.
Arthur threw her an angry look. He was near disaster. His need growing harder then he could control. He wisely kept his cloth napkin over his lap and tried to will his erection away. It was too hard and swollen now to try and zip his pants back up. He prayed nothing would come up that would require him to stand and reveal himself.
"Well, I hope it doesn't rain all night. It's scary to drive on the wet streets." Ariadne said innocently. As if she had no idea what she had done to him.
"Ariadne." He growled at her. "How the hell am I going to make it through dinner like this?" He hissed. His face showing real worry as his soup laid untouched. The last thing he wanted to do right now was eat.
"Like what?" She asked pretending to be oblivious to the state she put him in.
"This!" Arthur hissed returning her hand to his erection. The cloth napkin keeping his need covered from view but he was almost rock hard.
"Oh that." She said as if she had forgotten something. She gave him a clever little smile. The seductress back and playing her tormenting games.
"Yes this!" Arthur whispered angrily. "Your taking your panties off at the table. What are you trying to do to me?"
"Well, they were uncomfortable." She said as if she had done something totally forgivable. "And the rest... well, I was a little bored."
Arthur felt his erection jump slightly as she looked sweetly at him. The seductress playing with him as if she were a cat and he the mouse.
"Well, how are we going to handle this?" He asked as her hand was back over his shaft again. Her eyes locked with his as she looked like she couldn't help herself. He was her guilty pleasure.
He should have made her stop. They were in a public place. Someone was sure to approach their table, the server perhaps, and see him in this condition. He would be lucky if they didn't call the police for this lewd behavior.
But it was too exciting to have her stop. His sweet wife was normally the very picture of sexual innocence. Almost everything she knew, he had taught her. He had always loved the look on her face when she discovered new things about her own sexuality. He had helped her awaken a strong libido that she was still reluctant to own.
Now, what had taken possession of his wife? A woman who would never be willing to do this in public. Who preferred he initiate all their couplings.
"I'm sorry, Arthur." The seductress whispered as her teeth bit into her lip. Her eyes dancing like fireworks.
"No, your not." Arthur said spitefully as her hand moved the napkin aside and the contact of her flesh on his need was back.
"Your right, I'm not." She whispered with an evil little grin.
"When the waiter comes back, I'm asking for the check and then taking you home. Then we'll see how sorry you can be." He said leaning into her ear.
She smiled that cat like smile again.
"I'd advise you not to stand up right now." She whispered back.
She was right of course. His member was becoming more pronounced by the second. Her hand, pumping him lightly, didn't help. If he stood up, they would surely be given away as to what they had been doing in their secluded little booth, huddled so close together.
He took a deep breath and steeled his courage. It took every ounce of strength he had to pry her hand off his shaft. Covering his lap again and trying to regain his decorum.
"Tell me how your going to make me sorry." The seductress whispered in his ear. Her hands on the table and appearing cool and collected.
~ Arthur's threat had intrigued her. She knew there was a dark side to her Point Man. That he was capable of not being a gentleman with her at times. She loved those moments with him. Times when his appetite was not easily controlled and he acted as if he was starved for her.
Wild images had gone though her mind at the idea of what Arthur would do to her once they were home. The dark current that ran through him released and wanting. She pictured all the things Sadie had talked about. Things that normally made her blush and shake her head at, now made her body stir and her blood race.
She separated her legs a little wider under the concealment of the table cloth. The air hitting her delicate folds as she let her mind play out scenarios of the Point Man ravishing her. Of her feeble attempts to flee a well deserved punishment.
"Ariadne." He said swallowing hard.
She was feeling so reckless and unashamed that she leaned over and whispered in his ear. She whispered all that she wanted him to do to her. The horrible, lecherous things the shy lover in her was afraid to even think about. She wanted him to do them now. She whispered promises of what she would do to him, what she wanted him and how she would only pretend to fight him before giving in. Allowing him to take her, over and over.
When she pulled away from the Point Man, she was proud to see the color had drained from his face and his gaze was almost cloudy. As if his mind had locked up and he needed a moment to process all of it.
~ Arthur hadn't expected his wife's hot breath in his ear. That alone had been enough of a distraction, but the things she whispered made his heart almost stop.
What had happened to the girl he had first taken after the Fischer inception? A girl who had never had an orgasm, and had to be taught almost everything. A girl who was too embarrassed to make love with the lights on at first.
Now, the things she was saying were beyond anything they had ever done before.
'Breath.' He told himself as she pulled away from him. The smell of her delicious perfume reaching him and making his body even more hungry for her.
"Your dinner, Sir." A voice interrupted them.
Arthur blinked and came back to reality. Their waiter had returned and presented them with their entree. Amazing smells were rolling off the plate and Arthur couldn't even appreciate it as his body raged with need for this evil creature that was in his wife's body.
"Oh this looks wonderful." Ariadne said sweetly to their server. The picture of innocent beauty. A girl who could never willfully arouse a man to near madness.
Arthur took a deep breath and tried to act normal. The napkin going back over his lap as he shifted slightly away from her.
"Will there be anything else?" The waiter asked as her refilled the wine glasses.
"Yes." Arthur said curtly. Ariadne looked at her husband in surprise. No doubt thinking she had left him properly debilitated.
Arthur took a deep breath.
"I need some ice." The Point Man said calmly. Proud he had managed to control himself for now.
"Ice?" The waiter asked.
"Yes, just ice. No water." Arthur said confidently.
"What are you doing?" Ariadne whispered as soon as their waiter's back was turned.
"Foiling your plans." Arthur hissed.