I felt the smooth sole of her foot press against my throbbing dick, sending a wave of heat through me. Every movement was deliberate, her soft flesh sliding up and down the full length, teasing me with just enough pressure to make my body tense up. The friction was perfect—her foot gliding over my cock in a way that had me gripping the edge of my seat. A shiver ran down my spine as she continued, her smooth sole working my length like she knew exactly how to push my buttons.
I glanced up at her. She was giving me that sultry, seductive look, her eyes heavy with desire, but still playing it cool—popping food into her mouth like nothing was happening. Under the table, though, her foot was busy. She was good at this. I didn’t stop her. I just let it happen, feeling her foot stroke me up and down, the slickness of pre-cum starting to coat her skin, adding more wetness to the rhythm of her movements. Each stroke felt like a tease, and it had me aching for more.
But then she stopped. Just like that. The absence of her touch left my dick pulsing with need. She bent down, pretending to grab something under the table, the tension in the air thick and erotic. The way she took her time, dragging it out, only made it worse. I could still feel the lingering heat from her touch, making my cock twitch in anticipation.
When she straightened up, she fake coughed, placing one hand balled up on the table, like she was hiding something. Then she slowly extended her hand toward me, her eyes locked on mine with that same seductive smile. I glanced down, catching sight of the maroon fabric, and immediately knew. She was handing me her panties.
“Take it,” she whispered, her voice like a low purr, dripping with sinful temptation.
I grabbed them, and the moment I touched the crotch, I felt the wetness. Warm, slick. Her pussy had soaked through them, and now, they were in my hand. I shoved them into my pocket, my fingers still damp from her arousal.
“So,” she murmured, leaning closer, her voice low and teasing, “aren’t I the best? If you pick me, I’ll be this kind of woman just for you. Only for you, Leon.”
Her words were like poison, seductive and dangerous. It was like the devil whispering in my ear, promising me everything. But no matter how tempting it sounded, I wasn’t giving in.
“I can’t just throw away all the hard work I’ve put in and choose you, Irene,” I said.
“You’re calling Gabrielle just hard work? Oh, Leon, you bad boy,” she teased, her lips curling into a wicked grin, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Well, if you think that’s what I mean, then you’re hard work too,” I shot back, watching her carefully, expecting some kind of reaction.
But instead of being offended, Irene just smirked. Without missing a beat, she lifted her foot and pressed it against my dick again, the firmness of it making me twitch. The heat between us was building all over again, and my cock pulsed under the pressure.
“Well, if you call me that, I guess all this effort is paying off,” she said with a smug smirk, her foot starting to glide up and down my length again, each stroke slow and deliberate. The friction was sending sparks of pleasure up my spine, making me clench my jaw just to keep my composure. But she didn’t stop there. One of her hands slipped under the table, and I could tell from the way her breathing changed that she was touching herself.
I watched her closely, seeing her expression twist in pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered, and her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to let out a moan—but every time she got close, she covered it with a fake cough. Seeing her like this, her face contorting in barely concealed ecstasy, made it feel like I was already fucking her right here, right now. It was driving me insane, the way she was making it look so easy to fall apart right in front of me.
I could feel myself slipping, the pressure in my dick building with every slow stroke of her foot. My thoughts were getting hazy, and all I wanted in that moment was to be inside her, to fuck her until there was nothing left but pure, raw pleasure.
“You look like you’re struggling, Leon. Having a hard time?” she asked, her voice thick with amusement, her breath coming in shallow.
“No, I’m fine,” I managed to say.
“Do you want a taste?” she asked.
Before I could respond, she pulled her hand out from under the table. Her fingers were slick, glistening with her own wetness.
She leaned in, her lips almost brushing against mine, and slowly dragged her wet fingers across my mouth. The slickness from her fingers spread over my lips, and as I tasted it, the familiar flavor of her arousal hit me. But this time, it was different—almost sweeter, like her desire was laced with something more intoxicating.
Then, in a whisper so low that no one else could hear, she said, “If you tell me you want me right now, I’ll let you. Whatever you want, Leon… I’ll do it for you.”
My brain short-circuited. I couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything but her words and the heat between us.
Without thinking, the words tumbled out of my mouth.
“I want you right now.”
Her lips curled into a sly smirk, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Fufufu… Let’s finish eating first, then we’ll head back to my place. We can have all the fun you want there.”
My appetite for food disappeared in an instant. All that remained was the burning hunger for her, a need that was growing by the second. My body was aching for her, and the thought of getting her alone, stripping her bare, and fucking her until neither of us could take it anymore was the only thing on my mind.
I couldn’t wait to get her home.
