She tries to stand firm

The volume of noise in the pub seemed to fade to a background for Emma. The talking at the table, the other patrons, the music, all of it seemed muted as she was focused on the hand on her thigh Now it was squeezing, Ben's hand seemed so large on her.

She took in a slightly laboured breath, it caught in her throat as she looked down. She had worn her red leggings and a brown jumper to the pub. Just a comfy night out she had thought. Looking down she could see his hand, see how close it was moving to her pussy.

The warmth that had seemed to start in her face had now spread through her core and into her navel. She was taking short sudden breaths as the hand slid up, she should move but trapped as she was in the corner of the booth it was impossible. Ben turned to her "So Emma, your boyfriend is suggesting we stay out for another round. Do you want more?"

She looked at him, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a challenge to her. She looked across to Sarah who was now in conversation with someone else she knew at the bar. Finally her gaze found Tom, in his kind eyes she saw her love. She could not risk him finding out what had happened and she feared what might happen if she spoke right now anyway. She nodded making a *mm hmm* noise, but felt sure it was a squeak.

With that accession Ben moved his hand and she felt his thick fingers finally reach the middle of her leggings. It was on top of the material, but she felt the pressure on her clit and pussy. She knew she could feel her dampness, knew he must feel it too. She looked pleadingly at Ben unsure whether she wanted him to stop, or whether she was begging him to keep going.