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You look so incredible tonight. 

While enjoying the seasons of a well gathered conversation, frames of sexual conquests occupy thought, giving way to warm erections of ideations. Unnoticeable at first, but soon the tell- tale textures of moisture betrays its secrecy. Fidgeting does not help, it will only add to the excitement and draw attention. So, therefore I am without resolve and must endure these restrictions. As usual I sit next to you, not opposite. A quiet small wooden booth lacquered to perfection, smooth to the touch. The leather seating suits you and you glide effortlessly seating yourself into the conversation. I l so love a woman with a good voice like yours. Strong and with force and yet subtle enunciating every words as if you personally made them. Words the float in the air dangling for one second, until they make their descent to eager hungry ears. A voice the hums with vibrancy and quakes the conscious into thought. And yet, something is out of place; while in the middle of a sentence you pause. Skeptical at first... Unable to associate what you witness as fact or fiction. You summarize that if it has came the point of creating a moist spot, it must have been attentive for some time. 

Clumsily, I stumble over haphazard apologies and shortsighted humor. My embarrassment is obvious. But, it's something about those lips while you talk... Something in the way they contain their own force and make no excuse for their innuendoes. Those lips... My concentration breaks, snatching me from my dazzlement by your gentle touch. Lightly and yet with enough force to let me know you are there. Starting with the thigh and carefully inching along a destination of daring and brazen. I notice that slyly you survey the area, not to make known your intentions. Fantasy lightens my air, and lightheaded with anticipation I barely utter an empty moan. You shift closer so not to attract attention from undaunting eyes. Eyes greedy for excitement. But their excitement will not be bested this day. That curved upward grin and eyes of deviltry tells me all. They give the air of being naughty and yet adult enough to do it with class. Our conversation continues as if nothing is happening, meanwhile under the table you feel the moisture beneath your fingertips and lick them with approval. Idle chatter masking a very seductive moment. Your grip intensifies as you occasionally misplace things to steal a glance. Throbbing pronounces satisfaction. As you dare bravery and unlock my captivation. Thinking to myself (It's a good thing I took the inside seat) as I enjoy the pleasure and warmth of your touch. 

I know the rules... Moans are not allowed. Nothing to raise suspicion. The dangers of doing something like this in the open and yet no one knows... Waves are forthright and without question or reason only acceptance. Upon release you lick your fingers to appreciate approval, and disappear to wash your hands. When you return your only words are "Now what were we talking about?" Never giving glimpse to what happened.

Fantasies can be as bold as you like. The class is in how you enact them...

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