She has to ask him to finish what he started

His eyes seem to lock with hers as she feels his fingers brush way too slowly up her thigh. His hand feels both strong and yet gentle on her naked soft skin, the grip firm and yet at the same time relaxed as if she could stop him at any moment.

"Well Flis?" he asks her, his fingers stopping so close to her shorts she knows with just a slight movement she would be able to push herself against them. Instead she looks back at him, for a moment trying to decipher what he is asking.

"Please" she whispers as she realises he is not going to move or say anymore until she responds. "Please, I need to..." her voice trails off shyly before she can complete her sentence.

"You need to what Flis? Speak up a little, I didn't catch that last bit." He smiles, both of them knowing exactly what it is she needs, but it is very clear he is going to make her say it aloud.

"Please, please" she repeats, hoping that will be enough. Even now she feels embarrassed to say the words out loud, but as she looks to him, feeling his hand motionless on her thigh still, she realises that she will have to if she is going to get what she wants, what she so badly needs right at that moment.

"Please, I need to cum" she almost whimpers the words, the waiting driving her arousal to new heights, his hand there so teasing as she realises how close she already is without him even touching her.

Without another word, his fingers trail upwards, spread out around her thigh. Forefinger and middle finger suddenly press forward and she is unable to suppress the moan and shudder than runs through her body. She sees his smile spread further across his face as he takes in her reaction, and even as she tries to calm down before anyone notices her, she feels fingers pressing insistently over her shorts, directly over her clit. The tip of his fingers press, circle, vibrate against her, and she again feels wetness running from her and soaking into her already sodden panties and shorts.

"Oh fuck" she moans out, convinced she has been heard, but too embarrassed to look around her to see, realising that even if someone was watching, at this very moment in time she still wouldn't be able to tell him to stop, her mind set on only the one thing right now.

"Oh god, yes" she mutters as her thighs start to clamp tight over his hand between them, "oh my god" she repeats as she feels the very familiar signals running through her that this is going to be one massive orgasm.

"Good girl, let it out" he encourages her with his voice, and then his fingers as they begin to press and rub harder right over her. And that is all it takes, her hips buck on her seat, forcing herself even firmer against those fingers, and her hands grab at his wrist, not to stop him but because she has to hold onto something at that moment.

"Shit shit shit" she pants, trying so hard to only say the words in her head, not even sure if she has said them out loud. His fingers continue to press and release, press and release, and her orgasm explodes through her whole body, making her fight the need to scream and to shake all over.

It seems to last for minutes, his finger slowing down but never stopping, instead just pushing her orgasm on and on. Her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to retain some control, then finally opening to look at him once more as at last his fingers come to rest still over her.

"Well, that was lovely to watch" he whispers to her as she stares at him. "It's ok, I don't think anyone else noticed" he laughs, again returning to the relaxed speech as if all she had done was spilled a drink, not just had an earth shattering orgasm under the table in a half full pub garden.