elizabitch

The bar we went to after the gallery was more upscale than I was used to. Dark green leather booths, white tablecloths, candlelight. We got a corner booth in the back. As the bar filled up we had to lean close to hear each other talk. Her knees were touching my thigh and when she reached over to pour more wine in my glass she nearly spilled out the top of her halter dress. As I reached for my glass my fingertips grazed the side of her breast.

"Excuse me," I said. She tilted her head to the side and gave a little shrug.

"S'okay," she said. Her nipples bloomed under the thin off-white fabric. I was mesmerized.

"What were we talking about?" she asked.

I took a sip of wine and tore my eyes from her beautiful breasts. "You were talking about your next art project. What is it again?"

"I want to celebrate sensuality. I'll be doing paintings, photography. I want to study ecstasy and sexual expression. I want to capture the beauty of arousal."

She was so excited & sincere. So damn cute. I wanted to capture the beauty of her arousal. The bar was getting pretty noisy and I moved closer. "It sounds like a wonderful project."

"I'd really love to sketch you sometime," she said. "I don't think you realize it, but the way you move is so sexy. You radiate fuckablity."

Her hand was on my knee now, her fingertips grazing along the top of my thigh. Her eyes had a devilish gleam and she scanned the crowded room. "I bet there are a dozen people right now in this bar that would love to get their head between your thighs. " She was playing with the edge of my skirt. I arched my back a little and sighed. "You'd fuck every one of them, too, wouldn't you, slut?" Under the tablecloth her fingers were grazing the edge of my panties as two guys, bankers or lawyers or some shit, walked by and smiled at us. "You'd bang both those guys and beg for more, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, then I'd let that guy in the red tie fuck me doggie style while I licked his girlfriend's pussy. See her in the flowered top? I'd make her fucking scream. You'd like to watch that, wouldn't you?" I was trying to grind against her fingertips but she held them just far away enough that I couldn't rub against them.

"Look at you, you little bitch. All hot and bothered." She hooked her thumb on the waist of my panties and tugged down a little.

I took the hint. I reached under the table and gently slid my panties down and kicked them off one leg. They were wrapped around the foot of one mary jane stiletto.

She ran her fingers along the outside of my pussy and stuck a finger inside my wet hole. "MMMMMMM, you are a steamy whore." She had two fingers deep inside me and I was trying not to throw my legs up on the table, knees wide open to give her better access. I had to sit still and take it. "What's the matter, slut? Are you afraid of what all these people would think if they knew you what a wanton bitch you are?" I was on the edge of the seat now, her fingers pumping furiously. Just then the waiter came by. To him it looked like we were deep in conversation, not deep into my snatch.

"Everything OK here?"

"Oh, yessssss" I gasped. She giggled.

She moved to my clit, pinching and twisting as she watched my face for a reaction. I bit my lip to keep from throwing my head back and moaning. I was staring in her eyes as she started rubbing, slowly at first and then faster, faster. I put my elbows on the table and leaned forward so I could pinch my nipples. I was so close, so close, and the noise in the bar, the laughter, the music, seemed heightened as if the whole bar was ready to explode with me. I looked deep into her mischievious eyes and starting coming, not writhing, not moanig, just quietly dancing against her fingertips.

When I was done she casually licked her fingers & took a sip of wine.