Lindsey and her husband were finally getting away for the weekend. No kids, no phone, and no interruptions. If things went as she planned, they'd have an unforgettable time.
Then her husband raised the stakes. The events that followed would take them further than she'd ever dreamed they'd go.
She hoped they didn’t get arrested, because she wasn't backing down.
The wine was just like she liked it, crisp with just a hint of apple. Very nice. She took another sip and leaned back in her chair, taking the opportunity to slip off her shoes. There would be plenty of time to torture herself later. Right now, it was time to torture her husband. Fortunately, there were long tablecloths in this place.
She found his leg and started rubbing it under the table. Nothing more than running her foot up one side of his leg and down the other, but enough to light his face with a delighted grin.
Eyes twinkling, he set his wine down. "You're going to make me crazy before dinner even arrives. I shudder to think about the state I'll be in once we start dancing."
"I'm not sure what you mean." She used her toes to run little circles around his kneecap. "We're just going to sit here and have a nice conversation while we wait for dinner."
"I see. I'll do my best to keep my attention focused on your every word."
"See that you do, because if I feel as if you're beginning to get distracted, I may have to get your attention somehow." She pulled her foot back to make her point.
"I promise to be diligent. What shall we talk about?"
Lindsey eyed him over the rim of her glass. "Let's see, how about plans for tomorrow? There are hiking trails. You know how I love to be on my feet." She rubbed his inner thigh.
He licked his lips. "You are an avid…hiker. I'll do my best to keep up."
"See that you do, because I intend to take one of the more...challenging trails." She extended her leg until she was teasing his crotch with her toes. He was rock hard. "And I'm going to take my time, so don't think you can just declare yourself done and stop. We're not done till I say so."
His smile widened. "Yes ma'am."
She slowly stroked his cock through the fabric of his trousers, letting him discreetly adjust himself. She kept her eyes locked on his as she continued a stream of mundane chatter. If he was slow to respond, she relaxed her pace.
Touching him with all these people around them had her on fire. She wanted to hike up the hem of her dress and pleasure herself, but she didn't.
Ray probably expected her to stop once the food arrived, but she didn't. She nonchalantly took a bite of her salmon and kept right on stroking him. In fact, she sped up. She wanted to get him so revved up that he would just about do her on the dance floor.
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Published November 11, 2011
by Romantic Moon Publishing.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.