Chris smirked at her.
Chloe was glad that the booth was tucked into a corner. There weren’t any table cloths but it was unlikely anyone would be able to see anything. She shifted slightly, taking in the growing dinner crowd, then discreetly wiggled out of her panties.
Moving them to her purse, she said, “Mission accomplished.”
He put his hand on her thigh and said, “Public enough?”
“I would say so,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.
She felt him slowly raise the hem of her skirt and trail his fingers against the skin of her inner thigh. Tracing light circles, he teased her for a few minutes. He began to talk about his meeting, and how that had gone.
From the second she had removed her panties, she was on edge. She
wasn’t really focused entirely on what he was saying. When he asked, “Chloe?” she finally realized he had been asking her a question.
“Hmm?” she asked.
“Tell me about your day,” he said, stroking his fingers across her damp folds now, still teasing her.
On an exhale of breath, she said, “I walked around for a little bit and got some breakfast, then went to the spa. It was really relaxing.”
His hand stopped moving for a second, and he asked, “What did you do at the spa?”
“I got a—” Chloe broke off as he parted her folds now and made direct contact with her clit.
Swirling two fingers slowly around it, he asked, “You got a…?”
Breathing a little heavily now, she said, “I got a massage, a facial, and a sugar scrub. That’s why my skin is so soft.”
A flush crept up her chest now. She could feel her nipples tighten and abrade against the inside of her bra as she shifted slightly.
“Tell me more about the spa,” he said.
For the next few minutes, in stilted words, she began to describe the spa to him. The colors, the soft music that had been playing, the nice woman who had given her the suggestion about the marshmallow roasting. All the while, she could feel her body tensing as his fingers kept up the same, steady rhythm against her moist flesh.
Listening with interest, he continued to rub, applying more pressure now and said, “What did you do after the spa?”
Shifting her hips restlessly now, she bit back a moan and answered, “I had a snack on the sun deck then went back to the room.”
She could feel the lower half of her body shamelessly rubbing against his hand, but she was totally unable to stop herself now. Whimpering softly, she bit down on her lip.
“Sounds like you had a great afternoon. Did you explore the beach at all?” he asked, conversationally, as he increased both the pressure and speed of his fingers against her swollen nub.
Panting audibly now, she tried to focus on the words and was eventually able to stutter out that she had, saying, “For a minute this morning before the spa. I took some pictures.”
Closing her eyes now, Chloe tilted her head back. She could feel herself on the verge of exploding. The combination of doing something like this in such a public place, and the feel of his hand now firmly pressing and swirling against her clit, was indescribable.
Chris moved his other hand to her chin and brought her head back down. Turning her chin toward him, he roughly said, “Chloe. You know I like to look someone in the eye when I’m having a conversation. Open your eyes and tell me more about the beach.”
Letting out an audible groan, she obeyed. Barely able to form the words now, she moaned, “It was—” and then broke off speaking as he pressed his mouth to hers. She came, crying out loudly against his lips as she rubbed herself sinuously against his hand.
Releasing her lips when she stopped moaning, he continued to stroke her lightly until her hips stilled.
She was leaning back against the booth now, and breathing heavily.
He removed his hand, sliding her skirt down, and then brought it out from underneath the table. Subtly, he stuck the fingers that had been inside her a moment ago into his mouth.
“I love how you taste,” he said.