Last Night

I felt his hand graze my thigh as he adjusted in his seat. I did think anything of it until I then felt the fingertips on my knee. The conversation went on around the table and no one noticed that his hand had disappeared and was now making its way under my skirt. Some one made a joke across the table and I used the laughing as an excuse to shift my body in my seat and open up my legs. And while I glanced over at him he interjected in the conversation and made some well thought out response all the while his fingertips had finally found my underwear and his expression never changed. His movement paused when he got there, probably to enjoy the sensation of the moisture that had already began to soak through the cotton. I shifted again in my seat pushing ever so slightly into his hand. The woman across the table made a loud remark and all eyes at the table turned to her as she tried to back up her point on what ever it was they were all talking about. I had stoped listening the moment the stranger next to me had taken an interest in my flesh. It was good they were all looking away because I could not maintain my quiet expression when he used the back of his thumb nail to peel away my underwear from the side of my moist lips. My eyelids fluttered and half closed in response and I saw in my peripheral vision a small curl cross his lips, as he knew what he was doing to me. As he pushed my panties to the side I felt his two fingers plunge between my lips. And I exhaled loudly as my stomach
contracted in pleasure. No one heard me as the Latin music was playing loudly in the background. That was it just one deep strong plunge into me and he held it there for a few seconds. Enjoying the feeling of my muscles tightening around his fingers. Slowly he backed them out and I assumed they would be coming right back. But the retreat continued as his thumb just as graceful as it had arrived moved my panties back over my lips and his hand continued back down my thighs. I sat there silent and stunned and dripping wet wanting more. And just like that he stood up excused himself from the table and wished us all a good night. Sitting there stunned I watched him walk out the door of the bar. There was not even a break in the conversation taking place. Finally some one noticed my silence and inquired if I was all right. Bumbling I responded, “yes” and by the way “what was the name of the man who was just sitting next to me?”