We've hated each other for months. Or maybe that was just foreplay.
In a crowded booth, pressed thigh to thigh, I finally reach for her. My hand under her skirt, her panties soaked, her breath hitching in my ear. She doesn't stop me. Just opens her legs, glares like she wants to slap me...or straddle me.
I finger her under the table, eyes locked, waiting for her to break.
Physical Attributes
The listener has a vagina, no other physical attributes are mentioned of the listener and none are mentioned of the speaker.
This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.
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