She can only sit and focus all her attention on staying quiet as his hand remains between her open thighs. She glances down from the menu in her hands to see his hand facing inwards, fingers stretched downwards and covering her pussy through her shorts.
"Stop it" she giggles, but even as she softly protests, she finds herself pressing back against that hand, unable to stop herself. "There are people everywhere" she whispers nervously as she looks around, sure someone will already be staring at her with a knowing look, relieved as she sees that so far no one has noticed.
"You wear shorts like this Flis and you expect me to keep my hands off?" he tells her with a smile, and as if to emphasise the point, he presses fingers firmer against her. As he presses directly against her wetness, she can feel as her thong is eased between her now swollen lips.
Aware that he has no intention of stopping, she concentrates instead on the feeling of his fingers, squeezing her thighs around his hand as if to let him know she issn't going to stop him and even encouraging him to carry on. As if in response, she can feel his fingers curling inwards, meaning they are pressed even firmer right over her clit, and for a moment she is unable to hold back a little moan before she manages to bite down on her lip. Again she looks around, once more thankful that no one seems to be looking her way.
"So Flis, decided what you would like to eat yet?" he casually enquires even as his fingers and hand press against her, making her hips lift upwards against the probing fingers. "Or would you like another couple of minutes to decide?" he teases her. She's unable to say anything, scared if she tries her voice would just be a series of moans and heavy breaths. Instead she allows herself to be carried away with the pleasure she is receiving, trying to ignore that she is currently sitting in a half full pub garden, and all that is protecting her from being spotted is the table and menu she's still holding in front of her.
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