Lucinda droned on.

Robert replied, engaging her in further tedious dialogue. Politics, stocks, the latest scandal in the society pages, I didn’t know which they were discussing. I wasn’t listening.

I studied the mural behind Robert’s head, diligently ignoring Lucinda’s nasal monotone emerging from the end of the table. The others seemed enthralled by Lucinda’s chatter… most likely they were silently calculating how expensive a lay she would be, and how profitable. If there was one thing Lucinda had more of than a cavernous voice and lofty opinions, it was money.

Overhead, ornate chandeliers of crystal teardrops tinkled softly, casting tiny prisms of sparkling light. The room glowed with gold overtones. Plush carpet tickled my toes.

I’d removed my shoes.

As Lucinda bore on about , I suddenly became aware of a sensation on my foot. Someone’s foot caressed my foot, curved gently around my ankle, slid up my calf and slowly back down again. I looked across the table.

Robert stared straight at me.

“…wouldn’t you agree, Robert?” Lucinda had asked him a question.

Without missing a beat, Robert turned and answered her in an even flow of lush, gallant diction.

Meanwhile his foot had crawled between my thighs and pressed itself firmly against my pubic bone. A wave of intense sensation flooded through me. I gasped loudly. No one noticed. Lucinda was laughing loudly at whatever Robert had said. Everyone laughed, some with Lucinda, some at her.

Robert winked seductively at me from across the table.

His foot moved, toes gently applying pressure here and there, as though searching. He was indeed searching, and when his toe pressed gently but firmly against my clitoris, I gasped again, and he smiled a little. A gentle, playful, pleased smile.

I licked my lips and blinked slowly at him.

His foot pressed gently, gyrating slowly. I shifted my hips slightly, pushing myself closer to him, and eyed him steadily, with my mouth tightly closed. I refused to allow a gasp or moan to escape my lips.

I was determined to come silently, he’d seen me do it before, and he knew it was difficult for me to stay quiet, not let out a whoop as I rode my orgasm to completion. He knew and he loved pushing me to orgasm in public where he could watch me struggle to come quietly.

He knew my body so well, it wasn’t long before the cascades of sensation overwhelmed me and I had to shut my eyes to contain it all inside me.

I opened my eyes and Robert was smiling, watching me. I could tell he was thoroughly pleased with himself, with me, and our little escapade.

My eyelids felt heavy, as though I was just waking from sleep. I shuddered a final time, clenching his foot tightly between my thighs before releasing it. His eyes popped open in surprise. I smiled.

When I returned from the powder room, desert had been rolled out and lavishly spread across the table. Truffles, fluffy cream puffs, wreaths of fruit and cake and so many delicious goodies, I felt like a princess in Lucinda’s castle.

Robert was happily stuffing pastries between his lips. He had cream puff on his cheek and his lower lip. He caught my gaze as the tip of his tongue licked at the cream on his lip. He didn’t notice the cream still on his cheek. Smiling at him, I plucked a handful of strawberries from one of the mountains of berries on the table. I realised Robert was watching me eat the berries. Watching my lips and cheeks as I sucked on the end of the strawberry before drawing it into my mouth. He watched me intently until the last berry was gone and my lips were licked clean.

An empty chair sat to my right, and to my left, Lucinda’s kindly uncle who had nodded off in a whiskey fog. A tinkling of an idea started to snake its way around my head. Robert eyed me curiously. He didn’t know what my scheming mind had just concocted.

During the next lull in conversation, I seized my opportunity.

“Oh, Lucinda, darling,” I enthused in my best Lucinda-wannabe voice. “Why don’t you tell us that amusing little story about when you were skiing in the French Alps with Frederik?”

“Amusing? It’s perfectly hilarious!” Lucinda gushed. Her audience was rapt.

Robert was still smiling at me, bemused by my sudden outburst of participation in social banter. He didn’t know about my plan. As the men round the table joined in Lucinda’s storytelling, I pushed my chair back and slipped quietly beneath the table. Robert’s lap was directly in front of me. I crept forward until I was perched on my knees between his legs.

He peeked under the folds of tablecloth. I grinned devilishly at him. Let him taste his own medicine, I thought.

Lucinda asked her audience their guesses on the elevation of the Alps. A muffled voice ventured, “Five thousand metres?”

“Wrong!” She pounced gleefully. I took hold of Robert’s trousers and pulled down the zipper. Lucinda chuckled loudly over the noise.

I reached into his pants and freed his straining cock. It bounced into my hand, rock-hard, alive, throbbing. Wrapping my hand firmly around the shaft, I touched my wet lips to the head, stroking lightly with my tongue. In the darkness beneath the table, I felt rather than saw him clench at the tablecloth above my head. His legs held me tightly in his lap.

I could tell it wouldn’t take long. He was rigid in his chair. He’d been horny all night, even before Lucinda’s stupid dinner party. His hand grasped my hair, guiding the strokes of my tongue and mouth.

He pushed me away suddenly, wrapped his erection in the folds of the tablecloth. He was ready to come. I scrambled back to my chair, and seated myself just in time to watch Robert’s face as he orgasmed into Lucinda’s table linen.

He didn’t have much practice with public orgasm. As the wave of sensation overwhelmed him, he moaned aloud. His hand struck the underside of the table, jiggling the silverware and crystal.

“My dear, Robert!” Lucinda asked worriedly. “Are you quite alright?”

“Oohh…” Robert moaned again, and opened his eyes. “Oh, I…no,” he stammered. “I mean, uhm…”

Was he blushing?

“I’m sorry,” he continued, clearing his throat. “No, I’m – er, suddenly not feeling well. A… a terrible migraine has come upon me, suddenly.” He looked relieved, then, remembered he should be looking pained, so he scowled.

I coughed to hide my grin.

Robert stood up, apologizing. “I think I need to go home now before it gets any worse.” He looked at me pointedly.

I was out of my seat and headed for his side by the time Lucinda realised what was happening.

“No, don’t bother showing us out, Lucinda,” I insisted, herding her back to her dinner guests. “We’ll find our way. Thanks for the lovely evening and the wonderful dinner. Good night everyone!” I rushed out of the room after Robert.

At the bottom of the sweeping staircase he pulled me aside into a small, dimly lit corridor just off the vestibule to the main entrance of Lucinda’s nouveau-riche chateau. He pushed me roughly against the wall, hiking my dress up to my hips and plunging himself inside me in one swift motion. The stone was cold against my back. Robert’s hands gripped me, his mouth pressed hungrily into mine as he thrust into me over and over. It would take longer to satisfy him this time. He was hungry, lust-driven. He made low growling noises as he came, holding me pinned to the wall, until he shuddered to a stop and leaned his cheek against mine.

We almost collapsed on the floor, giggling together.

We ran out of Lucinda’s castle, away from her pretentious dinner party, down the steps to where the car was parked. We clambered into the back seat like two lusty teenagers. A little while later Robert drove us home, to our house at the edge of the city.