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We go out to dinner with friends pretty often. We sit across from them and I'm on your left. There's always lively conversation. After the appetizer and before the entrée, you feel my hand on your thigh inching their way up. You look at me, a little surprised but our guests don't seem to notice. I smile reassuringly and throw an off color remark at the last exchange of words.

Your hands grip my wrist when my pinky touches the crease between your leg and your torso. I feel the warm moisture rise as you gently try to move my hand. I'm stubborn and soon i've got my pointer finger rubbing your clit through your panties. I feel your grip on my wrist relax and your legs spread just slightly. You laugh politely at a joke.

I slip the cloth out of the way and the tip of my middle finger dips between your wet pussy lips. I feel your thighs tense a moment then loosen. I slide my finger in to the second knuckle. You guide my pointer finger back to your clit and rub me in little circles against your little button. Each circle causes my middle finger to slip into and out of you.

I feel you tense up and you fake a yawn. You explain that it's been a long day before glaring daggers at me over your shoulder. I slip my hand from under your skirt just as dinner arrives.

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