She almost gasps in disappointment as the pressure between her thighs stops, the tips of his fingers instead trailing back onto her bare thigh right beneath the cuffs of her tight little shorts.
"Sorry Flis, did you say something?" She knows he can see the look of need in her eyes, one that she cannot disguise right now as her hips slide forward on her seat as if seeking his fingers out. "Decided what you want, or shall I give you a couple more minutes?"
"I think..." she starts to speak, but has to stop as his fingers briefly graze once more over her shorts before slipping away to rest again on her thighs. "I think I need just another minute or two" she finally gets the words out, almost in a rush of a single breath.
"That's fine young lady, I can give you that." And as he utters the words, their double meaning is so clear. His fingers begin to creep up again over the tight figure hugging shorts and down between her indecently spread thighs. He applies gentle pressure right over her clit, causing her to bite down on her lip to stifle the moan she so wants to release.
"I can highly recommend the steak" he suggests to her with such casualness she can hardly believe that it is his hand pressing right between her legs, he sounds as if he is merely looking at the menu himself, "or if you just want something light, their salads are apparently very good here." She knows it is all part of the tease, his words hardly registering as she focuses fully on his hand between her thighs and on trying hard not to make a sound, something that is proving more difficult as he applies more and more pressure, seeming to find just the right place to press his fingers on her to drive her closer and closer to her point of no return.
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