Jane

Before you can react, you see her get a smile on her face that is equal parts angel, devil, innocent, and wicked. Those lips part for just enough time for her pink tongue tip to wet them and then her pearly white teeth to gently bite into her lower lip. You watch transfixed is James start sliding lower in her seat, and then your head whips around to the restaurant to make sure that you're not going to get caught whatever it is Jane is about to do.

Especially if it's what you I think that she's going to do. Especially if which what you want her to do so desperately, and for some reason, especially if it's in public while she is keeping her secret hidden.

Your nimble little neighbor disappears under the tablecloth. Your heart is pounding in your throat, and your cock is iron. You know that the fork is next to your foot and in the millenia that it takes Jane to find it, you stop breathing. It seems like she's been down there for years, but you know it's only been a few seconds...