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.
