Seduction on the Train (Travel Gal Erotica) Read Online Free Page B

was ashamed not by the spill but by the fact that her nipples were long and erect and poking through the satin sheen in all their glory.  She saw both Joseph and Tom gazing upon them with no reservations whatsoever.  Marie was busy regaling everyone with a story about a misadventure in the mall; she was also quite preoccupied with her cocktail and didn’t appear to notice her husband’s wandering eyes.  Joseph’s eyes shone with delight.
     
    “Darling, you seem to have gotten yourself a bit dirty, haven’t you?”  Joseph chided. 
     
    “We’ve only just met,” he added, “but already she’s spilled a few times.  I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
     
    There was really nothing Leila could do but continue eating, drinking and being aroused.  She was almost beyond caring what others noticed or didn’t notice due to her intense arousal.  But not quite.  She met Tom’s eyes but couldn’t keep his gaze.  She continued leveraging her lobster with the stainless steel cracker, and her face took on the color of the crustacean she was rough-handling.
     
    Tom and Marie were just receiving their meals and Joseph and Leila had already finished.  She was desperate to leave and finish what they had started here back in their quarters.  This seemed the perfect opportunity to plead tiredness and jump ship.
     
    The waiter returned and asked if they would be having any dessert.
     
    Leila rushed in, “None for me, thank you.”
     
    “None for me, either,” Joseph said.  Leila sighed with relief. 
     
    “But I would like a glass of scotch, on the rocks.  I know I should be drinking vodka, but it’s just not my drink.  Leila, how about you?”
     
    “No, I’m fine with the wine,” she said, disappointed.  How much longer would she have to endure this?
     
    The scotch arrived, ice cubes tinkling.  Joseph hadn’t touched her in more than half an hour yet she was as turned on as she had ever been in her entire life.  She felt her entire body pulsing.
     
    And then, in full view, he took an ice cube out of his drink, fingered it and put his hand under the table.  Leila hardly had time to look at her dining companions to see if they had noticed when she felt the cold cube plunged into her dark recesses with a very sure insertion of the fingers.
     
    “Oh,” she gasped.  She was ready to come any second.
     
    “What is it?” Marie asked innocently.  She had obviously seen nothing, though Tom was smiling from ear to ear.  He couldn’t believe his luck.
     
    Wide-eyed, Leila smiled and said, “Joseph, quit teasing me!” 
     
    He looked at her quizzically.
     
    “He just put the ice cube on my leg,” she said dramatically.  “Not very nice!” she scolded.  Condensation from the ice slid out of her slit along with a moan of excited breath sliding out of her throat.
     
    “So cold,” she shuddered as she mini-orgasmed under the table with his thrumming hand and the icy cube swishing inside her.   Leila tried to keep her body from shuddering too dramatically, holding her body as tightly as she could to her chair, but her head involuntarily pulled back and her chest and clavicle region grew mottled.  She had to close her eyes momentarily and take some deep breaths to compose herself.  She figured if she breathed through her orgasm, it might not be quite so obvious.  She also tried to think of something nasty in order to make the pleasure of the orgasm subside, but it simply wasn’t possible.  The pleasure overrode every muscle, every impulse, every ounce of control.
     
    Joseph kept up the pressure of his two fingers inside of her even as she was continuing to come.  Was this really happening?  Fortunately, Maria excused herself from the table to “freshen up” but here were not one, but two men watching her orgasm multiple times and all she could do was sit there and suck in her breath, watching her own breasts heaving and her body vigorously trying to resist the pleasure