ANNA JAYE WILDE

08/01/2016

 

So Tasty…

 

I looked at my watch, it was only 9pm. Three more hours of tonight’s work function and I was bored to tears. Every year my company held a winter meal in a posh hotel as a thank you to the staff. Quite frankly, the only thing getting me through the tedium was grabbing an eyeful of my hot boss Michael, all suited up and sitting next to me at the table.

 

We were deep in fascinating work conversation with the other two colleagues at our table when I felt something stroke my thigh under the tablecloth. My knee jerked and whacked the underside of the wood as I realised it was Michael’s hand. The glasses on the table shook and my co-workers looked up.

 

“Are you OK, Lucy?” David asked. He and Sandra were opposite us and he gave me a funny look.

 

“Yes, I’m fine thanks!” I giggled,trying not to give away Michael’s indiscretion. I could see him out of the corner of my eye watching and smiling but I didn’t dare make eye contact.

 

I had wanted to fuck him since the day he started, with his cropped blond hair, two day old designer stubble and golden tan. He fitted his suit perfectly and I would do anything to get him out of it. It was starting to look like he felt the same way as his fingers squeezed my leg and made their way up closer to my pussy. Fuck. What could I do? Was he going to finger me here, in front of all these people? I fucking hoped so!

 

“Are you sure?” Michael’s deep voice spoke and my heart leapt in my chest.

 

“Yes, I’m great thank you.” I smiled at him to signal it was fine for him to touch me, in fact it was more than fine. I wanted this man inside me, making me come until I ran out of breath.

 

“Good.” His hand slid up to my panties and he was stroking the silk fabric over my clit. Fucking hell, it was hard to keep a straight face. Thankfully David and Sandra left the table to chat to some colleagues and Michael leaned across and whispered into my ear.

 

“Nobody would know if I got under this table and licked your pussy. Do you dare me to do it?”

 

Holy shit.

 

“I dare you. Go on, I bet you won’t!”

 

“I like a challenge.” Michael’s green eyes stared back at me then he slipped off the seat, under the tablecloth and sat between my legs. Nobody would know he was there, they would just think he had wandered off for a moment. I looked around me and tried to ignore the man between my thighs, pushing up my dress and pulled out my phone, pretending to occupy myself, ‘alone’ at the table.

 

As I concentrated on my phone Michael parted my legs. He really was going to feel me up here, with all these people around! He said he liked a challenge but how the fuck was I supposed to cope with him touching me and making sure nobody knew what was happening? I guess I was about to find out!

Strong hands smoothed their way up my inner thighs and came to rest on my silky, wet panties. I heard a murmur beneath the table.

 

“Fuck, Lucy, you are soaking wet! You’ll be even wetter soon when you’re coming all over my fingers.”

 

It was a good job we were alone, for the time being anyway. My panties had pretty ribbon ties either side and Michael easily pulled them undone, peeling away the material and cool air tingling on my pussy. He rested one hand on my inner thigh and gently stroked my wet slit with his fingers. He teased me a little and then plunged a finger deep inside me, unexpectedly. The longer we were alone at the table the better.

 

I pushed my hips against his hand, needing to feel him inside me, rubbing and thrusting. He moved his face to my pussy and licked me, his hot tongue flicking over my clit. I kept my gaze firmly fixed on my phone and felt sure my face was flushing as the gorgeous sensations filled my body. I wanted to cry out in pleasure but I had to keep quiet, it made the whole experience quite a thrill.

 

Then, disaster. David and Sandra were heading back to the table and I was close to orgasm.

 

“Be quiet, they are coming back,” I hissed. I thought Michael might stop at that point but he carried on eating my pussy as if nobody was there, never mind it was a public restaurant filled with people we knew and I was thirty seconds from climaxing in his mouth. Fucking sod!

 

“Where’s Michael gone?” Sandra asked and I just about managed a reply as a tongue licked juices from my wet pussy and circled its way around my throbbing clit.

 

“Wandered off for some business talk, I expect,” I offered, still staring at my phone as if it was the most interesting thing in existence. I didn’t dare look Sandra in the eye. My face was red and my breath was jagged. Michael wasn’t stopping, he was going to make me come while David and Sandra chatted just a  few feet away. Bastard.

 

Michael pushed two large fingers into my hole and pumped them in and out while he sucked on my clit. The two people opposite me were deep in conversation and I flicked the screen on my phone while Michael flicked his tongue over my clit. I was ready to orgasm and the feeling shot into me, tipping me over the edge and challenging every fibre of my body not to give myself away. How the fuck I managed not to scream or at least whimper, I’ll never know but I just about did it. David and Sandra never looked my way once and I felt my climax fading and hoped my face looked a little less scarlet.

 

“Why don’t you two go and dance? I’m just going to the bathroom.” I said, pushing Michael with my leg to make sure he got the hint.

 

Sandra and David got up and left the table again and I leaned down to speak to Michael as he was tying back my panties and covering my modesty with my dress. He boldly climbed out from underneath the tablecloth, stood and held out his hand for me to follow him.

 

“Are you coming, Lucy?”

 

“I think I just did…”

 

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