Lily comes over after her sing-along marathon, and when she sits down in the booth next to me, I place my hand on her thigh.
Her bare thigh.
I drag my fingers up and down her leg, each time going a little higher.
Lily continues talking with Dean and Joseph as usual, seemingly unaffected by my touch.
I watch her reactions, and when she squeezes her legs a little tighter together, her breathing deepening, I push her more.
Let’s see just how much she’ll allow me to do in this public place.
It’s not like anyone can see my hand; we’re hidden in the dark, but we’re still not alone.
I bring my fingers to the inside of her thigh, nearing her underwear.
“Are you enjoying London? Or would you have liked to have stayed back in Seattle?” Josep asks Lily.
I bring my fingers higher, feeling the lace of her underwear.
Lily adjusts in her seat, and I expect her to close her legs, break my touch.
I should know that Lily would never back down from a challenge.
She spreads her legs further apart, giving me better access as she answers Joseph.
“I’m glad I ended up in London. I don’t think Seattle would have been as satisfactory or thrilling,” she says, and the irony isn’t lost on me.
She fucking loves this.
I bring my fingers inside her thong, and when I find her wet from my touch, I’m tempted to bring her with me to a more private place to finish this off.
The first time I have my fingers in her cunt, and we’re in a fucking bar.
We’re nothing but adventurous.
It does feel like us, though.
Always up for a challenge. A little forbidden and daring.
I bring my finger inside her, and the sensations running through my body are so intense you would think I am the one being touched.
Fuck.
We really shouldn’t be doing this.
But the kick of it makes it all the better.
Lily leans slightly forward, my touch making her breath harder as I push my finger in and out of her.
“I want to play a game of pool. Anyone up for it?” Dean asks, and luckily for us, Joseph volunteers to go with him whilst we stay back.
They probably think we want to make out some more, and we might do that as well, but if only they knew what we are doing right now.
When they leave, Lily doesn’t contain her reactions to my touch as much.
She lets out a whimper as I lean down, kissing her throat as I continue working my finger inside her.
“Fuck, Sebastian. We shouldn’t,” she whispers, biting her lip.