” His voice broke the trance his thumb had on me. Startling me, my sight pulled from pink toes to look into those cerulean eyes. Heat raced up my neck to my face in a blush as his long hand squeezed my thigh, that thumb gripping the tender inside, where it has been moving. I moan so soft it might have been a sigh. My hand on the glass tumbler shook as I raised it and tipped it back, draining the amber liquid, the burn nothing to the heat in my skin. Swallowing, the whiskey flamed its way through me down my throat and through my senses. “Doubtful? No, not doubtful. Questioning how realistic this all is, sure.” “It is as real as it can be, Jess. I’m serious, this whole thing is. But it is completely up to you.” Boldly, his hand moved up, his middle finger grazing across the crotch of my yoga pants. Even through the double layer of cotton, the deliberate, light touch ignites my sex beneath my panties. A furtive glance about the room revealed no interested eyes, we were but another couple. At last Kevin broke the silence, saying, "I vote we all retire to our house for a glass or two of wine." Richard seconded the motion, while Bridget and I nodded our assent.While the men were paying the bills for our meals, Bridget and I wandered out the front to wait for them on the sidewalk. As we waited, I asked Bridget what Kevin had meant earlier when he mentioned something about hiding something at home."It's much easier to show you than it is to explain," Bridget said, again blushing. "You'll see what I mean when we get there."About that time, Kevin and Richard emerged from the pub and we made our way to the car park. As Richard and I climbed into the Range Rover he was driving tonight, I saw Kevin holding open the door of a gleaming new silver Jaguar XKR for Bridget. We allowed them to pull out of the car park first, then followed them closely as we crept through the heavy evening downtown traffic.As we neared the suburbs the traffic became somewhat lighter and we soon entered.
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