Public Sex Erotica
"Under the Table" a sex story by Kris Williams
Krista and Mike had finally convinced me to go out with them and a friend of theirs. I insisted on not calling it a blind date, God knows, I had had enough near misses with that particular setup. As my best friend, Krista should have known better, but so far her choices had been less than stellar. After much cajoling, I finally agreed to meet them and give it one more try.
We met at the restaurant at half-past-six; Krista was waiting for me in the lobby, and we walked to the table together. It was in a cozy corner. Mike was already seated, chatting with another man. Krista whispered in my ear.
“You’ll like him, Mare. He’s got something that I’ll bet you haven’t seen before.”
I looked at her, eyebrows raised. As we approached the table, Mike spotted us. The two men rose, and Mike smiled easily and made introductions. “Mary, this is Seamus. Seamus, Mary.”
I smiled at Seamus as I shook his hand, liking the strong way his fingers gripped mine. He inclined his head and returned my smile.
“’Tis my pleasure to meet you, Mary,” he said, and at the sound of his Scottish brogue my knees grew weak. “I can see that Krista didna lie when she was tellin’ me how pretty you are.”
I felt my face turn red and mumbled something inane under my breath, taking the chair beside his and smoothing my skirt over my knees. I could feel his presence beside me, a sort of pull I had never experienced before, and I snuck a sideways look at him. He was tall and slender, with fiery red hair that covered his head in thick waves. His face was narrow, he had an angular nose, a wide lipped mouth, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. To my mortification, Seamus caught me staring and chuckled gently.
“Are you likin’ what you see, Mary?”
I answered pertly, “Yeah, pretty much.” I looked him full in the face, charmed by the sprinkling of freckles across his nose. Seamus leaned toward me and whispered in my ear.
“Well, I’m after likin’ what I see, too.” He placed one hand on my knee and squeezed gently. “Verra much, as a matter of fact.”
I looked across the table at Krista, who was watching us with a pleased smile, and once again my cheeks burned. I frowned at her and picked up the menu, studying it with an air of casual nonchalance. However, I found it hard to concentrate on the words, with that devastatingly attractive man seated right next to me, so close that I could have reached out and touched him. I stared unseeingly at the choices until I heard a slight cough, looked up, and realized that the others were waiting for me to order. I stammered out a selection, relieved when Mike poured me a glass of wine. I took a deep sip and felt the alcohol burn through me, alleviating some of my discomfort.
“Ye seem a bit … disconcerted, Mistress Mary.” Seamus sounded amused.
I glanced nervously at the table, then murmured, “Well, you’re a bit of a distraction.”
Seamus looked at me in mock surprise, but his blue eyes were dancing, and I knew he was enjoying teasing me. “Me? Well now, I must confess that I’ve never been described as such. What could you be meanin’ by that, lass?”
I met his eyes, and the electricity in the air between us practically crackled. I leaned toward him, and he cocked his head obligingly. “I find you very …” I struggled to think of a word that wouldn’t be too forward. “ … attractive,” I finished lamely, and he chuckled again and took my hand.
“I dinna think attractive is the word for it, am I right?” he questioned softly, and everything else around me disappeared as I stared into those blue, blue eyes. I shook my head as he kissed the back of my hand, his lips warm on my skin.
“No, it’s not,” I said, astonished at the words as they came out of my mouth. “Sexy is more like it. Very, very sexy.”
The corner of Seamus’ mouth turned up, and suddenly there was more in his gaze than teasing; there was a fire there that ignited its twin inside me. He placed his hand on my knee again, his fingers lightly tracing my skin, and with effort, I had to suppress a shudder.
“I agree, Mistress Mary,” he told me softly. “What I wouldna give to be in another place with you right now.”
Suddenly an ache possessed me, a need for fulfillment. Seamus’ hand moved farther up my thigh, his fingers gently caressing, and I kept a casual expression pasted on my face with only the greatest effort. I glanced over at Krista and Mike: they appeared to be engaged in intimate conversation, although whether it was for our sakes, I didn’t know. All I knew was that his fingers had reached the top of my thigh and my legs had begun to shake.
He pushed aside my skirt and one side of his hand dipped between my legs. I had to struggle not to let out a gasp, and Seamus smiled at me as though we were sharing a delicious secret.
“May I?” he asked me, his voice a tickle in my ear, and I nodded; at that moment, I couldn’t trust myself to speak. His hand parted my legs and his long fingers began to explore me, and soon I grew swollen and wet, unable to concentrate on anything but the sensations that were growing inside me. Seamus used unbelievable expertise, stroking first one side of my aching pussy with a feather light touch, then the other, only occasionally allowing his middle finger to caress my throbbing clit. Every time he did, I had to resist pushing my hips forward, and he chuckled softly in my ear, enjoying the torture he was putting me through.
Finally I reached beneath the tablecloth and grabbed his hand, placing it directly on my clit, and he took pity on me, rubbing one finger against that exquisitely sensitive flesh until I was consumed by one of the best orgasms I had ever had. Seamus shielded me from Mike and Krista, knowing that as I lost control I might be embarrassed later, and I dropped my head back on the shoulder not facing them and tried as hard as I could not to make any noise.
“Was that pleasin’ to ye now, Mistress Mary?” Seamus asked with another devilish grin, and I looked into his eyes, thoroughly overwhelmed. I could only nod, and when he sat back in his chair, withdrawing his hand from beneath the tablecloth, he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled, sending another shudder through me.
The waiter appeared with our dinners, and I managed to make small talk with the others. All I could think about was Seamus’ touch and the response it had brought out in me. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or enjoy what had just happened.
Seamus seemed to sense my uncertainty, because toward the end of the meal he leaned toward me and said, “Ye seem a bit quiet, Mary. Is there somethin’ on your mind I should be knowin’ about?”
I was suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety, and it occurred to me that I had given a virtual stranger intimate access to my body, and in a public place, too! Did that make me a slut? I didn’t look at him as I replied.
“Should I have let you do that?” To my dismay, my voice was shaking, and I willed myself not to cry. “I don’t even know you, and yet …” I couldn’t finish, and Seamus placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head so that my eyes met his. They were very serious, those blue eyes, and in them I saw something indefinable.
Seamus leaned forward and kissed me gently, and at the touch of his lips that spark raced through me again. He shook his head, caressing the side of my face with one finger. “Dinna be ashamed of what happened between us. ‘Tis not as though I do such things all the time. In fact, this be the first time I’ve ever done somethin’ like this, so you must have had a special effect on me, Mistress Mary.”
I found myself smiling into his eyes, reassured by the tone of his voice.
Krista’s voice broke into our reverie.
“Hey, you two!”
We both looked over at her, coloring slightly, and she nudged Mike with a knowing smile. “Isn’t this just adorable? really hitting it off.” She gave me a jaunty wink, and to my surprise, I was able to wink right back; Seamus’ words had given me a great deal of self-confidence.
Seamus grinned at her in his disarming way. “I’ve been totally swept off me feet,” he told Krista, and she giggled behind her hand like a sixth grader. “I’d say this was definitely one of your better arrangements, Krista m’ love.”
The waiter arrived to clear the plates away, asking about dessert, and I took advantage of Krista and Mike’s momentary distraction to reach beneath the tablecloth and place my had on Seamus’ knee. He looked at me with a slightly surprised expression, and when my hand began to move upward, his eyes widened slightly. I leaned toward him and whispered, “Now, don’t give anything away. You don’t want to embarrass yourself, do you?”
My fingers had reached the crotch of his pants, and to my satisfaction I felt the outline of a fine erection. I stroked it lightly with one finger, and it was Seamus’ turn to try to conceal what he was experiencing. He looked down at the table, clearing his throat and picking up his glass of wine with shaky fingers.
Mike looked at him inquiringly. “Something wrong, Seamus?”
Seamus turned a strangled gasp into a cough and I almost laughed out loud. My fingers continued their stroking, feeling his cock grow harder with every second. Seamus managed to shake his head.
“No, nothin’,” he said. “’Tis the wine – it went down the wrong way.”
Dessert arrived, and since I knew that Krista always turned it into an occasion, I knew we were safe for a little while. I reached up for the button on Seamus’ trousers, and he looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Dinna do this, Mary,” he begged as I undid the button. “I canna control myself.”
I smiled into his eyes, loving the increasing lack of control I saw there.
“Well, let’s see how good you are at hiding it,” I murmured to him. I now had his zipper open and was pleased to discover that he wore no underwear. I reached through the vee of the open zipper and touched his warm, bare flesh.
Underneath the table, Seamus’ other hand clutched his knee, so hard that, when I glanced down, his knuckles were white. When I wrapped my hand around his stiff cock I could tell he was trying as hard as he could to maintain control, and when my hand began to move up and down I could see his fingers dig into his thigh. I leaned toward him and whispered in his ear.
“Something wrong?”
Seamus shook his head, barely managing to restrain from closing his eyes, and when I felt his cock swell in my hand I knew he was on the edge of release. He brought his hand up from under the table and slammed it on the tableclothed surface just as the semen came rushing out. A supreme sense of satisfaction filled me as he looked down, the back of his neck turning red and his breath escaping him in a soundless gasp. I reveled in the feel of his stickiness on my fingers, reaching back to smear them on his cock, and the feel of that brought a shudder from him that I could feel.
I sat back in my chair, smiling across the table at Krista. I had the feeling she knew exactly what had just happened, and the smile she gave me in return was pleased and knowing. I wiped my fingers on a fold of the tablecloth and brought my hand up, picking up my wine glass and taking a deep sip. Beside me, Seamus struggled to control himself, and when he finally looked up at the rest of us, his face was bright red and he couldn’t meet any of our eyes. Finally, he looked at me, and the animal lust I saw in them shook me to the bone. He reached into his back pocket with shaking fingers and withdrew his wallet, opening it and throwing three twenties down on the table. Then he took my hand and pulled me to my feet, shoving me in front of him out from behind the table.
“Mary and I, we have somewhere to go,” he told Krista and Mike, who looked at us with surprise. “Many thanks for the pleasant company, and many thanks,” he leaned toward Krista, kissing her on the cheek, “for introducing me to this angel.”
Then he pulled on my arm, jerking me toward him and hissing in my ear, “Oh, Mistress Mary, ye’ve started somethin’ that I must finish. Do I have your agreement, now, that we must consummate this first meetin’?”
I looked into those eyes, breathless, lust sweeping through me, my knees weak. “Oh, yes,” I said, quickening my pace to keep up with his long stride. “In fact, I’d say this is long past due.”
I was rewarded by his boyish chuckle as we rushed from the restaurant and flagged down the first available cab.
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Copyright June 2008, Kris Williams.
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