Can You?

I wanted you to watch. I wanted you to see his hand as it traced the curve of my full hips. Watch as he caresses my ass, tracing the half moons of my voluptuous bottom before sliding back up my body and resting it on the very hip he will be grabbing onto later this evening. Can you see the goosebumps as they cover my flesh? Perhaps my hardened nipples as they poke against the thin material surrounding them? I see you, sitting at the table next to us, pretending to engage in conversation with people you can't even focus on. Instead your eyes are focused on my legs, long and smooth and seemingly endless beneath the hem of my skirt. You watch as we sit next to you, him taking the seat next to me and leaving the other side of our table empty.

You watch as I cross my legs only to have his hand reach under and tap my knee. I quickly uncross, placing both feet on the ground but keeping them closed. He begins caressing my thigh, lightly running his fingertips up and down my left leg, leaning over to whisper into my ear. You see me shudder, more goosebumps. My nipples ache now. His hand taps my knee again and I part my legs, opening them just enough for him to slide his hand between them. He is not touching my sex, not yet. He is simply caressing the inside of my thigh now.

I keep my arms on the table, keeping my hands out of my lap as he teases me. A simple glance your way and I see you shifting in your seat, unable to maintain eye contact with your own company as his hand slides farther up my skirt. He has shifted the thin material and you can see the tops of my stockings and the clips to my garter. You clear your throat but I pay no attention, heat traveling through my body, radiating from my very core as his fingertips caress my covered sex. The black lace panties are just barely visible to you. I open wider. Can you see them now?

He is using his right hand as he is sitting to my left. I reach down with my left hand, placing it on his thigh. He whispers some more and I smile, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. His fingertips have now slipped between the thin material and my skin, tracing the curve of my swollen sex. My red lips part as I take in a breath, deep and heavy as he finds my aroused bud. Like a flower I open for him, shifting in the seat, sliding down just enough to allow him easier access to the flower he wants.

My hand has moved now, higher up his thigh until it comes to a rest at the hardness hidden in his pants. I want to feel it. I want to wrap my fingers around the velvet shaft and caress it. My nipples are harder, poking against the thin material and visible to anyone who may be looking. Oh we are not alone, the restaurant is full of diners and you were unfortunate enough to watch as we took the table right beside you. Now your eyes are glued to my flesh, your hand twitching as it watches this man caress my sex, his finger sliding up and down the curve of my lips before sliding between them.

Our food arrives but he is incessant on torturing me, keeping his hand in place as I move both of mine back up. He takes his fork in his left hand and begins to feign eating as I focus on my food and not the fact that he has now slid a finger inside of me. My heart is racing, heat flushing my cheeks and turning them bright red. I wait for someone to tell us to leave, afraid that a waiter or perhaps a patron has seen what is going on beneath our table. I look around the room and part my lips, a soft moan escaping them as he slides in a second finger. You are fixated, watching as he begins to slowly pump into me.

Can you see it? Can you see my sex tighten around his fingers, pulling him deeper inside of me? Can you hear my heart beating as if trying to escape the confines of my ribs? Can you see the small beads of sweat forming across my ample chest? I see you. You are watching my breasts rise and fall with each deep inhale of breath, his thumb rubbing across my clit as his fingers slide in and out of me. They are slick with my sweet honey and soon I am gripping the edge of the table, my body now trembling as he brings me to an orgasm. Your breathing has matched mine and as I exhale loudly, you do as well.

I hear you now, your breathing is labored like mine and I imagine feeling it graze lightly over my neck. I was watching you the entire time. I watched your eyes focused on his fingers, watching them slide in and out of my sex. I watched you move up to look at the rise and fall of my chest and then back down. You went to my feet, looking at my ankles as if you were imagining something. What were you imagining? Were they tied? Perhaps bound to a spacer bar? Was it your hand sliding between my legs and torturing me so under the table?

He slowly slides his fingers from my sex, wet with my juices. I watch as he brings them to his lips and sucks them clean. I shudder again because I know that tonight, his fingers will be replaced by his tongue and his cock will finally be between my lips and deep into my mouth. I glance at you again and you are staring intently. My panties are still pulled to the side and you lick your lips as you catch a a sparkle from my glistening sex. I slide my hand down, running a finger quickly over my sex before pulling my panties back into place. I motion with my finger and your eyes follow as it moves back up the table and to my red and parted mouth. I look into your eyes as I trace my bottom lip, slowly running my tongue over it to taste myself. I continue looking into your eyes as I wrap my lips around my finger and suck.

This time you shudder.