Chapter 7: Bad Guys Close In
Sarah felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as she squirmed in her seat, the heat of her arousal making her feel as though she was trapped in a fiery inferno. Her mind raced as she tried in vain to maintain a normal conversation with Mark and Katherine, all while Richard's skilled fingers continued to work their magic between her legs.
The wet, slick sounds of her own arousal filled her ears, making her cheeks burn with shame and desire as she tried desperately to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
But it seemed that Richard wasn’t going to let her escape this any time soon.
With each stroke of his fingers against her aching, needy flesh, Sarah felt the floodgates of her sexual repression bursting open, threatening to suck her under in a torrent of pleasure and embarrassment. Her mind raced, trying to come up with a logical explanation for Richard's obvious intentions, but her body had taken control and was moving on its own accord.
His devious grin only fueled her determination to resist him.
"I can't let you do this to me," Sarah gasped, her voice barely audible as she glanced around the room, desperate to ensure they weren't being watched. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his fingers between her legs, and leaned closer to maintain an air of normalcy as she spoke to Katherine.
But Richard was relentless, slowly increasing the tempo and pressure of his fingers, strumming her clit forcefully as if playing a well-timed tune.
Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, her breath coming out in short, sharp bursts. She started to panic - thinking about her husband and his boss sitting so close, having no idea about the x-rated show playing out just a foot away.
Sarah looked around the restaurant - the plush seats, dimmed lighting and low hum of voices trying to not disturb the others. She'd have to tread carefully, and somehow wiggle her way out of this mess. Her heart raced as she tried to think of excuses to leave the table urgently.
Unfortunately, her mind remained blank. Just as Richard's finger slid inside her, Sarah's eyes scanned the dimly lit room frantically. She needed a way out.
As Richard's fingers continued their dance across her sensitive nether regions, Sarah turned her attention back to the conversation happening around her. She could feel wetness spreading across her shiny black satin panties.
Her breath hitched every time Richard's rough, strong fingers moved inside her tender flesh.
The room was filled with muffled sounds: soft whispers, clinks of glasses, and the faint hum of chatter. But Sarah could only focus on the erotic sound of her own moans drowned out by the blood rushing to her ears.
She couldn't believe it! Sarah was actually getting fingered under the table while her husband Mark and his boss Richard, along with their wives, were all sitting comfortably, engaged in casual dinner conversation.
Sarah tried to maintain eye contact with Katherine, her husband's boss's wife, who was discussing their recent trip to London. Sarah clenched her pussy muscles, desperately trying not to cry out as Richard slowly stroked her G-spot with two fingers.
She tried to keep herself under control as the sensations overwhelmed her. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, feeling hot flashes across her body. Her toes curled in a vain attempt to distract herself from the torrent of pleasure rippling through her body.
Sarah's pulse raced, blood thundering in her ears, heart pounding like a drum as each thrust of Richard's fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge of an abyssal orgasm.
Her grip tightened on her wine glass, fingers white-knuckled against its cool surface. It felt so good - so deliciously wicked, this unspoken secret between them. The thrill of being caught only made it more intoxicating.
Sarah could feel the climax building up from deep within her core. She let out a soft moan, trying to stifle it, but it was no use. The pleasure was too intense, her nerve endings too sensitive.
But just as she was about to have the biggest orgasm of her life, Richard's fingers stopped moving. She was denied release. The audacity of it almost drove her insane.
She couldn't believe Richard had the gall to bring her to the brink of an orgasm and then withdraw.
Her mind reeled, trying to grasp the situation. She was on the verge of an explosive climax, panting like a dog in heat, flushed and sweating, while her husband sat next to her completely clueless. Her lungs fought to pull in enough oxygen as Richard's cruel, methodical assault on her senses left her quivering helplessly beneath the table.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?" Sarah hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes still screwed shut as she tried to regain some semblance of control.
Richard's only response was a low chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. Sarah's pussy ached, craving for the release she was so tantalizingly close to. Her breath hitched as Richard's thumb returned to her clit, circling and teasing the already swollen, sensitive nub.