That moment when her dress shifted a little too much. It's been a great evening so far. The restaurant is not too busy. The atmosphere is pleasant and the food delicious. Your little group of friends has been there eating and talking for a little over an hour. She is sitting next to you, and your hand is on her leg. That's a very normal thing for you. She knows you are a physical touch person and has gotten used to you always having some contact when you are close. A hand on her, a leg against hers, you will even put your leg way out under a table so she rests a foot on you when you are on opposite sides of a table. She knows you crave the touch, and so it has become second nature for her also. Your hand had been setting there just above her knee most of the night.
At one point, she shifted in her seat. It was only for a moment. She was trying to hear someone at the far end of the table. When she settled back down and your hand was still again. There was a slight difference. There was bare skin under your pointer finger. The hem was there between the two fingers, and the tip of the pointer finger rested on her mid thigh. Nothing much changed, conversation continued, you didn't even look down, but now your finger moved back and forth slowly caressing that little section of her soft, beautiful skin. Your long finger extends out and then folds back under itself, back and forth slowly. After a few minutes of this, you shift your hand slightly, now two fingers are on her thigh. Moving together back and forth slowly. She continued right along, seeming not to notice anything. After a minute you use the moment you laugh at a comment from across the table to sweep your hand under itself and then straighten it back out, now under her dress completely and a little higher up her thigh. It's at this moment she shifts slightly. To anyone watching, it's just a slight adjustment for comfort, but the move is very deliberate. She moved her arms and body slightly to hide any view of your hand from others, and she opened her legs slightly. With your hand now only a few inches from her panties, you begin to trace your little finger up and down her inner thigh. Slow deliberate strokes across the sensitive skin. After a few moments, you shift your hand again slightly further up her leg. You can feel heat radiating from her sex and if you reach out your pinky finger, it would touch her pantie covered lips. You begin to trace your little finger along her inner thigh, almost touching her panties and then retreating back, over and over again, your finger makes this slow move. Suddenly, she pushes your hand away and excuses herself from the table. With your fun at an end, you refocus on the conversation around the table. She had left with one of the other women, so you watch for a return. If the other woman returns alone, you may go see if you can find your young lady waiting for you in a dark corner of the restaurant. After a few minutes, you feel a slight pang of disappointment as you hear her voice behind you, and she returns to her seat. As she sits, she briefly hugs your arm. In doing so, she very casually places your hand right back where it had been. She then kisses your cheek. Your little finger reaches out instinctually to see if you are at the same distance you were. As the finger reaches out it finds no panties, but the moist lips of her warm little pussy. With your finger resting there, just millimeters away from her entrance, you turn to her and say
With this last statement, she gives a sassy little grin. In that moment, you curl your little finger, sliding it inside her.