If you could imagine, we're in a restaurant somewhere, you're wearing jeans and a t-shirt and I'm wearing a long skirt with lots of material and a zipped up jacket.
We're sat at a table in the corner, its set for four so we have a lot of space -- we're quite well hidden by a large post and some plants. To walk by, people would see you as I have my back to them.
We're been chatting and laughing and occasionally reaching across the table to touch hands. You say something slightly sexy and we lean in to kiss -- you slip your tongue in my mouth for a split second and immediately my nipples tighten. I whisper this fact to you and you do that little smile you do like the cat that's got the cream which makes them tighten even more.
As I sit back into my seat I can feel that my pants have become moist and I lean forward to tell you that as well.
We're not sat directly opposite each other so when you question me as to the truthfulness of that fact I casually slide my hand down the front of my skirt and into my lap where I gently insert one finger into my pussy before drawing it out and offering it to you as proof.
You take my hand and place my finger in your mouth, flicking your tongue around it, sucking my juices from it. I tell you that now my breasts ache to be kissed and sucked and reach over to your lap and feel for your cock through your jeans. I can feel he's no longer content to sleep, but wants to play so using the table cloth as cover I unbutton your jeans and reach into your pants til he's freed under the table.
Waitresses are buzzing around with no clue that under the table your cock is growing harder and harder in my hand. I can feel the tiniest of movements as you shift your hips and I lean in to give you a full on kiss before whispering 'I need your hand in my pussy'.