I found myself trying to catch Lakesha’s eye as the various conversations around the table took flight.
Lakesha smiled knowingly at me several times. I even got a wink, followed by a quick squeeze of my knee under the table.
I tried to remain stoic, but in reality each touch from Lakesha sent a thrum of arousal coursing through my entire body. I could actually feel my pussy throbbing with each stolen glance or brush of her hand. I began to seriously worry that my leaking juices would stain the back of my dress.
When the meal ended, my daughter and her friends went back out to the pool. Lakesha remained seated. My husband got up and began to clear the dishes. I tried to rise to help him, but Lakesha gripped my left knee firmly, keeping me in my seat.
I stared straight ahead as she stroked my knee, then ran her hand up my thigh. My husband had his back to us as he rinsed the dishes in the sink. I felt Lakesha slip her hand beneath my sundress, caressing my inner thigh.
God help me, but I spread my legs for her under the table.
Lakesha’s hand continued to snake upward, brushing past my inner thigh. I gasped softly as she cupped my freshly shaved pussy in the palm of her right hand.
It was obvious she was testing me, seeing if I had followed her instructions.
She gently patted my pussy. It was an amazingly intimate and proprietary gesture.
“Good girl,” she said softly, running her finger up and down my slit several times before gently flicking my clit.
I almost came right there and then staring at the back of my husband’s shirt, my daughter’s laughter echoing in to the house from the pool.
Lakesha patted my pussy again and then abruptly withdrew her hand, leaving me breathless and frustrated.
I had been so close.
Lakesha raised her hand to her face and examined her finger. It was glistening with my juices.
She held it out in front of my face.
I looked furtively over at my husband, but his back was still turned to us as he scrubbed the plates, the sound of the faucet filling the room.
I took her finger in my mouth, staring up into Lakesha’s eyes as I sucked it clean.
“Midnight. In the pool house. Kneeling and naked,” she whispered.
My eyes widened around the finger in my mouth. I hesitated for several heartbeats, then nodded in mute acquiescence.
Lakesha smiled, then abruptly pulled her finger away and stood up from the table.
“Need any help, Mr. Jennings?” she chirped as she joined my husband at the sink.