Let them continue, for now

“Don’t be such a spoilsport” you whisper back to Andy as he leans over you to watch beneath the table. As he does, he lets one of his hands run around your waist and come to rest on your stomach.

“Don’t worry, I was only joking” he softly speaks in your ear, his lips mere millimetres away from you, “I’m enjoying the show as much as you.” As if to emphasise his enjoyment, the hand on your stomach caresses upwards over your top, and fingertips run on the underside of your breasts, causing you to gasp softly at his forwardness.

All the time you remain focused on Karen, or more precisely, Karen’s jeans as Tom’s hand continues their work inside them. Even as the pair remained locked at their lips, you can hear soft moans coming from the young American, the girl who was nervous and didn’t know anyone not ten minutes ago and now is clearly getting massaged by Tom, someone you didn’t even know yourself until just now.

Karen’s hips are rocking more noticeably under the table, and the movement inside her jeans is more prominent, clearly Tom has two fingers firmly against, or maybe inside, her pussy.

The erotic scene is having an effect on you as well and you feel your own pussy moisten. You start to wonder what Karen’s pussy is like; is it shaved, trimmed, is she wearing a thong or panties, maybe even nothing under her jeans. The thoughts shock you, as surely you should be imagining what Tom’s hand is like between your own thighs.

As your thoughts run riot in your mind, Andy lets his own hand slide higher, until he is almost cupping your right breast through your top, your nipple hard beneath the fabric, and his palm pressing against it.

“Fuck I’m horny now” he whispers into your ear, and as he does, he gives your breast a firm squeeze. “I’m on a break, want to pop out back after the show is over?” All you can do is nod a yes to him as you let out a soft moan of pleasure, caused as much by the sight ahead of you as his hand on your breast.

Suddenly Karen’s hips buck and then stiffen, and there is a very muffled cry from the kissing lips. Her thighs clamp tight around Tom’s hand which even in the vice like grip still continues to move the fingers.

The whole table watches the pair as Karen does her best to stifle her noise, but for those close enough, you all know she is cumming against Tom’s hand. At last the hand comes to rest buried deep inside her jeans and making no sign of trying to get back out. The couple break their kiss, Tom grinning and Karen panting making her slim shoulders rise and fall as she tries to recover.

Someone begins to clap on the opposite side of the table, quickly joined by everyone else, and it seems that Karen suddenly becomes aware of her audience, looking from side to side, her face blushed red, although whether that is from embarrassment at her realisation of being watched or the pleasure she has received you can’t decide. Tom though looks proud of himself and still makes no effort to remove his hand from her jeans.

“So wanna have your own little fun?” Tom asks again in your ear…