Grope Me Under the Table You Dirty Boy
Grope this beautiful, sexy woman under the table at my parents’ Thanksgiving dinner party! That’s such a naughty idea, isn’t it?
Picture this. The tow of us are at the dinner table surrounded by smiling, talkative people. My family. We’re talking and laughing with them. But, I notice out of the corner of my eye a gleam in yours. I know that glint. That glimmer. It spells trouble of the naughtiest variety.
I’m only wearing a dress; maybe just above knee length. Almost like a sun dress. Hey, it’s still pretty warm during November. I can feel your hand as you place it on my knee. Your thumb starts caressing my smooth skin ever so softly. It sends a dull vibration pulse up my inner thighs.
I smile wickedly I pick your hand up; removing it from my knee. I give you a look that says “not here” with a smile on my face but you know I’m being serious.
But you don’t take no for an answer.
More firmly you place your hand on my leg, but this time further up my thigh. Edging your hand up my thigh I try not to let on what you’re doing just under the table. Slowly you grope your way closer and closer to your soaking wet destination.
My breath catches in my throat as your thumb caresses my hard mound.
I bite my lip trying so hard not to moan. You can see tension building on my face as my cheeks start to turn red. My mom asks if I’m okay, putting her hand on my shoulder. I can only smile and tell her I’m fine in a hoarse whisper.
Meanwhile you’ve worked two fingers into my tight little hole. As you move them in and out slowly I can feel my heart rate picking up. I feel like the wet sound my pussy is making is almost deafening and I wonder; who else can hear it too?
