Amber watched with triumph as Eric's gaze narrowed, determination shaping his features. Yes. This time, yes, it'd happen. She wasn't sure what had changed, why he'd be more willing to fuck her while across a table than when hard up against her, but at this moment, Amber didn't care. Questions and justifications later, actions now.
Her breath hitched as his hand curved over hers and made her palm more of him, the silk of his pants smooth and cool. It contrasted with the heat of his body, the pounding of her blood. She felt like she would burn up, faced with the nervous-excited strain of Eric's voice and the hunger of his look, and why couldn't she reach any further? A few more inches and she could cup his crotch, see him try to hide his reaction. The neighboring conversations seemed to become clearer and louder as she perceived their potential audience. Amber was already this wet and she'd been barely touched.
God, it'd be too long since she'd last done anything like this.
Amber's eyes flickered to the bathroom. It was their safest option. If it was a single room, as it often was in restaurants of a higher quality, then they could lock themselves in; the staff might never even find out. They could get as naked as they liked, go as far as they wanted, all while facing a huge mirror with carefully flattering lighting. She couldn't deny the appeal of that.
But Amber had to know: how far could she push him?
With considerable regret, Amber extracted her hand from his knee and leaned back in her chair, opening her menu. "I hear the beef kabobs here are to die for," she commented, training her voice and expression to be solemn. It was impossible to keep the sides of her mouth from curling up, though. As she leafed through the pages, she carefully extracted her right foot from her shoe and raised it, rubbing the inside of his lower leg.
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Her breath hitched as his hand curved over hers and made her palm more of him, the silk of his pants smooth and cool. It contrasted with the heat of his body, the pounding of her blood. She felt like she would burn up, faced with the nervous-excited strain of Eric's voice and the hunger of his look, and why couldn't she reach any further? A few more inches and she could cup his crotch, see him try to hide his reaction. The neighboring conversations seemed to become clearer and louder as she perceived their potential audience. Amber was already this wet and she'd been barely touched.
God, it'd be too long since she'd last done anything like this.
Amber's eyes flickered to the bathroom. It was their safest option. If it was a single room, as it often was in restaurants of a higher quality, then they could lock themselves in; the staff might never even find out. They could get as naked as they liked, go as far as they wanted, all while facing a huge mirror with carefully flattering lighting. She couldn't deny the appeal of that.
But Amber had to know: how far could she push him?
With considerable regret, Amber extracted her hand from his knee and leaned back in her chair, opening her menu. "I hear the beef kabobs here are to die for," she commented, training her voice and expression to be solemn. It was impossible to keep the sides of her mouth from curling up, though. As she leafed through the pages, she carefully extracted her right foot from her shoe and raised it, rubbing the inside of his lower leg.