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Bratting In Public
A night out with your friends

You know I love your friends, but I zoned out of the conversation ages ago, my mind wandering to a whole different set of balls when they started talking about sport a little bit too long to hold my interest.
You pretend not to notice my hand slide into your lap at first, but you give yourself away when your thigh tenses as you try to ignore me tracing the outline of your cock. My fingertips tingle as they brush back and forth over your trousers, and eventually you give me "that look". I smile sweetly, swirling my tongue around the end of my straw, and taking a long sip of my drink as my fingers carry on dancing under the table.
You shift in your seat as your cock twitches and begins to harden, and I bite my lip, wondering if theres a damp spot on your boxers yet. I clench my thighs at the thought and give your stiffening shaft a squeeze. You clear your throat and drain your glass to cover a little growl, before you drop your hand under the table and take a firm hold of my wrist. Leaning in, I give you a quick peck on your clenched jaw before pushing my seat back and announcing,
"I’m gonna go find the Ladies, freshen up a bit."
Not really having a choice, you release your grip as I stand.
I allow myself a little smug grin as I wash my hands and check my hair, but my stomach flips, and I jump as the bathroom door flies open, vibrating as it bangs on the wall. You glance around, making sure we're alone, then take three large strides to close the gap between us. You push me against the full length mirror I'm standing in front of, one hand tightly on the back of my neck as the other lifts my skirt, your knee parting my legs as you roughly yank my knickers aside.
Watching my reflection, you bury two fingers into my wet pussy, making me whimper and stand up on my tiptoes as you thrust them deeper and hiss in my ear.
"If we weren’t with people, I’d bend you over that sink and fuck the brat out of you right here. Now get your slutty arse back to the table and behave ... Just you wait 'til I get you home."
I gasp as you pull your fingers free and step back, grabbing a paper towel and wiping your soaked fingers while I straighten my crumpled clothes…