She's tipsy, go for her pussy [Route A]

You can't help yourself, and so you slide your little finger towards her pussy.

You feel your dick stirring in anticipation as your little finger comes up against the cotton of her underwear. You feel the warmth emanating from her crotch and wonder if she is wet.

You work your little finger around the front of her pussy trying to find the fold of her clitorial hood through the fabric of her knickers. You feel a contour change and then a sudden shudder from Claire let's you know you hit the spot!

"Are you okay Clairy?" Her mother asks.

"What. Yes," she answers a little too sharply. She has one hand cupping the stemmed dessert bowl and the other occupied with a spoon, it would be too obvious if she were to reach beneath the table now so you keep going.

You slide a second finger over to join the exploration and hook the leg hole of her underwear. You can see Claire's eyes widen in panic but there's nothing she can do without drawing attention.

You pull her panties away from her leg enough to allow your middle finger to creep inside. First it follows the mound of her vulva up to her outer lips, then you slide it further onto her inner labia lips and finally feel the silky wetness of her vaginal juices. You tickle along the ridge of her moist inner lips a few times before slipping it towards her pussy opening.

"Mmmarghh."

"Claire? Are you sure you are okay?" Her mother asks again.

Claire looks panicked like the proverbial rabbit caught between the headlights.

"Is it the stomach cramps again?" You say, hoping she will catch on. "You said you had some earlier today right?"

"Wha- yeah. Yeah." Claire agrees, her brow furrowed.

"Oh dear, do you want to lie down?"

"No. No, it's fine they pass very quickly, it's nothing to- arghhhhh."

You slide your finger deeper into her moist crevice without penetrating too far - not wanting to threaten her intact hymen. You slide it back and forth through the silky wetness that is driving you wild too. Your cock is full engorged and pushing hard against your jeans, **** to be set free.

"Do you want to me to rub it better for you?" Her mother continues (you've already got that one covered you think!)

"No! I mean no, it's fine," and she reaches down to her stomach for a second or two before pulling at your wrist. You resist for a second or two, giving a few final flicks up towards her clit. Claire grimaces as she tries to contain the pleasure searing up through her groin. You take your hand away and subtly bring it back above the table.

Claire breathes a sigh of relief.