I’ve always loved being a slutty exhibitionist. It’s why I leave my curtains open constantly. It’s why I always grab the newspaper after a shower when I’m just in a towel. Yes, it’s the thing that’s currently sending shivers down my spine. Electricity pulses as I touch myself under the table in the fancy restaurant. A self-care splurge; date night with myself. The slinky red dress I chose for the evening was so skin tight that forgoing panties was a necessity as much as it was a thrill.
Sorry to any panty sniffing perverts. But the lack of undergarments was just one less thing in my way as I dragged my fingers through my lower lips. My knees spread ever so slightly. Just enough to let the cool air collide with the dampness at my core. A small moan escapes me as a fresh wave of liquid heat rushes out of me.
My eyes dart around the room. The soft cry of pleasure mixed with the din of the dining room. Nobody is aware of what’s happening at my little table, for one. My free hand grabs my glass of wine with a slight tremor. I gulp down the cabernet, letting it soothe me as my fingers pick up their pace. My knees widen a fraction more. Idly, I wonder how far I could spread them before the whole room becomes aware of my illicit activities. Before the scent of my pussy permeates enough to overwhelm the scent of dishes being carried around by wait staff. A second, slightly louder, moan slips from my lips. Still not loud enough to be heard by the entire room, but enough for him.
Our eyes locked, so grey-blue collided with my brown. He was seated just a table away. I hadn’t noticed him before, but now that I had, I couldn’t look away. His jaw was sharp, his posture confident, and his expression clear. In contrast with eyes burned with restrained desire. He knew. He knew I was a slutty exhibitionist. I froze, fingers still hidden beneath the white linen tablecloth. My lips parted slightly, breath caught with exhilaration. My heart thudded wildly in my chest. It was everything I had wanted out of the night. For someone to see. To watch one of my most intimate moments surrounded by a room full of unsuspecting strangers. I wasn’t stopping.
I shifted slightly in my chair, straightening my spine, meeting his gaze as I took another slow sip of wine. My hand moved again, more deliberately this time. Deliciously slow. I let the pleasure rise in waves, knowing that I wasn’t alone in it anymore. Knowing he was watching. Enjoying every stroke of my fingers as much as I was. His companions prattled on, completely unaware. My body flushed hot, skin prickling under the dim lighting. How long until they realized his focus was elsewhere? How long until they sought me out with their own eyes?
He didn’t look away. So I arched slightly in my seat, my hips shifting forward under the table. My lips parted in a soft little breath. He didn’t flinch or smirk. He simply watched. That was the most intoxicating part. Raw, focused hunger connected us. But my heart thudded at his tilted head, like he was trying to memorize the moment. To etch every inch of me into his mind. His friends still hadn’t noticed a thing. Not the way his jaw had gone tight. Not the way his eyes kept drifting lower, locked in a magnetic pull toward my legs. Toward what was just out of sight, hidden behind pristine white linen and reckless confidence. They hadn’t noticed that a slutty exhibitionist was right beside them.
My fingers slipped inside my pussy as my other hand knocked my napkin to the floor. Still, I arched a brow at him in challenge. My fingers pressed against the most delicious spots inside of me as I waited to see if he would take the bait. Finally, I saw him slipping from his chair. He knelt beside my table. His position from the floor allowed his eyes to finally glimpse what the tablecloth had kept out of view for so long. Without a word, he grabbed my napkin and placed it across my lap with a caress. Heat simmered between us as the seconds stretched to feel like an eternity. In a blink, he was back at his table. But as he motioned for his friend to continue talking, his eyes locked back onto mine. His challenge was clear as day in his eyes.
Don’t Stop.
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