Feeling like an overdressed tart, I join the family for dinner.

At first I felt awkward and on-display. After all, I was the only one with her tits hanging out in this plunging halter dress, with my pink lipstick and pink eyeshadow and dangly earrings. And I was the only one with my hair done up in an elegant messy bun and the only one with long, pink, manicured nails.

I didn't just feel like a fish out of water. I felt like a fish that was stuffed and mounted!

But gradually, mostly thanks to Robert, the conversation started to flow. And then gradually, slowly, I took up the conversation with the rest of the family. And then gradually, in increments, I started to realize: Hey, actually, you know, this is a nice family. They were, without exception, intelligent, well-read, genuine, unpretentious and honestly wonderful to talk to!

And then it hit me. I was having a wonderful time! I mean, who wouldn't? Drinking expensive wine, eating grilled steaks, flirting with Robert, with his four beautiful daughters (where was Kaitlin?) and their families at a massive table with a gorgeous view of the lake as the last rays of the late-summer sunset glistened across the water. Of course I glared at Elizabeth, who told you that lie about dressing "semi-formal", but at least she had the grace to look sheepish about it.

Feeling all warm and comfy, I give Robert a wet kiss on the cheek, before turning back to Jane who had asked me a question...

... and that's when I felt them. Fingers stroking between my legs!

This must be what the daughters warned me about! Robert was getting all 'handsy'!

I spread my legs to give him better access.

The fingers ran gently over my inner thighs, feeling absolutely delicious. I marveled at what smooth fingers Robert had. You would think that a big, masculine guy like that would have more calloused fingers, you know, from playing golf or riding horses or chopping wood or something.

I felt the fingers playing with something around the hem of my skirt, and I was just about to whisper something to Robert when Catherine magically appeared behind us with a bottle of wine. She gently placed a hand on my back as she leaned over to fill our glasses.

"Daddy," Catherine suggested. "Why don't you tell the story of how you started your company?"

"Oh," Robert said, "nobody wants to hear that old thing."

"No, we do!" said Catherine, her hand still gently resting at the back of my neck.

"Please, Dad, it's such a good story. I'm sure Jennifer would love to hear it!" Jane said with a bit too much enthusiasm.

The fingers between my legs became more insistent. I spread my legs even wider to accommodate them, sighing in pleasure. I was so pleased that Robert was this interested! He must really want me! I thought.

"What do you say, Jennifer?" Robert asked, grasping my hand.

Oh..... that simple act of hand-holding was so electric and intimate... his big warm hand holding my small, feminine one. "Do you want to hear a dumb old yarn about how I started the company?"

"Of course I do!" I said. Of course, I remembered from before, how I couldn't interrupt his story! I vowed, right then and there, to maintain my composure, no matter what, until the story was over.

"Well okay," Robert said, bringing my hand up to his lips and giving it a romantic kiss.

Hold on...

Just one second...

Finally, it dawned on me. If I'm holding Robert's hand... THEN WHOSE FINGERS ARE THOSE BETWEEN MY LEGS??

But before I could object, Robert launched into his story. He described how he and his partner got this idea for a new supply chain platform and went looking for the cheapest possible office space in the red-light district of LA.

I did my best to adopt an attitude of rapt attention. But, HOLY FUCK, the fingers! They crept up my leg and stroked over my pubic mound!! It was all I could do to not jump up and scream!

I frantically reached down to push them away, but just then there was a tug at the back of my neck....

I turned around (still trying to pay attention to Robert's story!) trying to see what was happening, but then immediately realized: CATHERINE HAS UNTIED MY HALTER DRESS!

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!! If it's untied, then there was nothing preventing it from slipping down and completely exposing my boobs!

My free hand leapt up to my chest, desperately grabbing the top of the halter dress, holding it into place.

Robert looked over at me, curious, but I just smiled back. 'I can not interrupt his story,' I thought, frantically. 'I must remain composed and engaged!'

"Are you saying," I chimed in, "that the cost of your phone bill was less than your entire rent?"

"Yes!" Robert said, delighted I was listening. "Can you believe it?"

As the story continued, the fingers between my legs became more insistent. I tried to close my legs, but whoever was underneath the table had already wedged their body between them. My legs were **** apart!

I looked desperately around the table and saw all the daughters looking back, grinning wickedly. Their husbands seemed generally clueless and bored. No doubt they'd all heard Robert's story a hundred times before. 'So it's just the daughters,' I thought to myself.

Wait. Wasn't there a daughter missing? I did a quick count. Yes! Kaitlin, the youngest! She must be the one under the table with her fingers...

... ohhh...

My eyes went wide as saucers. She boldly put a finger directly into the cleft of my crotch and started stroking it up and down.

Oh no...

Robert continued with his story, delighted that I seemed to be reacting to it with such emotion!

Damn those daughters!

I tried to squirm around, to block Kaitlin's fingers, but nothing worked. My squirming just made it easier for her to **** my legs even further apart, exposing more of my (increasingly wet??? WTF??) pussy to her questing fingers.

Uh-oh... Robert was looking at me. He asked a question. I rewound his story in my head (I'm good at that, from having to listen to endless boring lectures from my parents).

"So you're saying, you found the customer in the local strip club? He'd gotten the address wrong??" I giggled at Robert's (actually, pretty interesting) company origin story.

"Yes! It was hysterical! Thank goodness I had my briefcase with me, because he did not want to leave. We negotiated and concluded the agreement in the strip club itself! And then he stood up said, 'we need someone to witness our contract,' which we didn't really, but all of the strippers volunteered, and so they all witnessed the contract, and I have it now framed on the wall in my office, the only contract in history witnessed by the 7 strippers and 2 bartenders from the Pussycat gentlemen's club of LA!"

"How hysterical!" I said, grinning and grateful to have passed the test, as Robert continued his story.

'HA, ladies!' I thought to myself, glaring defiantly at them across the table. 'I'll just deny you the pleasure of any sort of reaction! I will be cool as a cucumber, listening to Robert's story, and I will handle this with grace and elegance and they'll see that I can take anything they dish out!'

Just then I felt something hard and round pressing into my crotch.

Oh no.

Oh PLEASE GOD, OH NO.

NOT THAT!!!

There was a very soft *click* AND IT STARTED TO BUZZ.

"EEP!" I squeaked, out loud.

"That's exactly what I said," Robert laughed, turning to me. "When I saw the stripper we hired as our receptionist giving a lap-dance to the CEO of the German business software firm, right in our own conference room. I thought, EEP! It's all over now! But fortunately..."

Oh god, oh god... I thought to myself, as the blunt plastic tip of the dildo slowly traveled up and down the pantied cleft of my pussy.

And there was nothing I could do! Robert was holding onto my hand as he continued to tell his story, and my other hand was holding up my halter dress so it wouldn't slip down and expose my titties to everyone at the table.

And I only have two hands! No hand left over to push away the increasingly insistent vibrating knob that was pressing into my panty-covered pubic cleft!

I felt my eyes dilate and my feel your nipples tingle as I felt my mind start to slip.

Keep it together... keep it together!!!

'Don't give in to the pleasure,' I thought, desperately, to myself, looking over to Robert, smiling and trying to look engaged and interested . 'Don't give in!!'

There was a *click*.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!! The vibrations increased and knob pressed directly against my clit, rocketing me into orbit.

"OH MY!" I gasped, eyes wide. The daughters all looked at me with smug, glittering eyes as they tried (mostly successfully) not to laugh out loud.

"I know!" Robert agreed, completely oblivious to what was going on. "It was, by an order of magnitude, our largest contract yet!"

Having found the spot, the hidden tormenter under the table between my legs returned to it, over and over. I desperately tried and wiggle around, all the while feeling my horniness ramp up, trying to escape the maddening tip of the dildo, but, you know, there's just not much you can do trapped with a mischievous girl between your legs trying to maintain your composure for your lover with both of your hands occupied!

AND WHY DID THE FUCKING TIP seem to find my passion nub EVERY SINGLE TIME??

'I can't last much longer!' I realized. My legs were shaking, my scalp is sweating, and I could feel myself being mercilessly driven right to the edge... Oh! Oh! Oh!!!