Weekend Wake-up Call – Unholy Union

With a sly grin he glanced around the restaurant, though Elaine didn’t know how he could see much given the soft ambient lighting.  Before her startled gaze, Ash suddenly slid from his chair and disappeared under the table.
She looked around her dim surroundings with wide eyes, wondering if anyone else had seen Ash hide himself beneath the skirted table.
“What are you doing?” Elaine whispered loudly.
“Hush,” came his voice.  
Elaine jumped when his hands closed over her ankles.  They slowly slid up her calves, pushing her skirt up to her knees.  Wide-eyed, she peered at the other diners, sure someone had seen Ash’s vanishing act.
The various groups huddled in the lighted pools of their white-skirted tables, intent on their own lives.  Waiters cruised the pathways between tables with practiced ease, pouring wine here, presenting checks there, all timed with exquisite precision so as not to disturb a single conversation.  If anyone paid any attention to Elaine’s semi-private nook, she didn’t see them.
Ash’s cool hands traveled up her thighs, rumpling her skirt and the concealing tablecloth ever higher until they gathered at her waist.  The white fabric of the tablecloth draped in heavy folds on either side of her hips, keeping her bared skin hidden.  Ash tugged at her, encouraging her to slide to the edge of her chair.  She felt him snuggle in close, pushing her legs wide apart to accommodate his shoulders.  Her sex clenched as his breath puffed high against her inner thighs.
Elaine swallowed hard as one of Ash’s fingers hooked the crotch of her panties, shoving the fabric aside.  He paused for a long time, and she wondered what he thought as he looked at her secret flesh, glistening wet in anticipation of whatever he would do next.  Could he even see in the atmospheric gloom of the restaurant made darker still beneath the table?
Their waiter swept by, glancing at Elaine as he made his rounds.  She sipped from her glass of wine, pretending to study Ash’s contract.  She trembled to think of the humiliation should their public tryst be discovered.  Yet the excitement could not be denied.  Her nipples poked brazenly against her thin bra cups to reveal themselves through the fabric of her blouse.
Beneath the table, Ash adjusted her legs so that they draped over his shoulders.  Her knees brushed the underside of the table.  His hands gripped either side of her hips.  The softness of his hair teased her inner legs as his head slid close to her aching sex.  When the tip of his tongue traced the line of Elaine’s slit, she had to bite back a moan.
Ash’s wet flesh explored her folds with slow strokes.  Despite the coolness of his tongue, her core melted under the caresses.  Elaine stared down at the contract, the words fuzzy nonsense in the bliss of his attentions.  
He licked her thoroughly, leaving none of the trembling tissue unattended.  Elaine bit her lips together as his tongue flicked her pink pearl hard and fast.  Her fists clenched the contract, creasing the edges of the paper.  Heat built in her womb quickly, and the first stirrings of orgasm tickled through her belly.
Ash’s mouth closed over Elaine’s core, and he sucked hard on her nether lips and clitoris as his tongue stabbed in and out of her orifice.  She climaxed, bright sensation rolling hugely within her lower regions.  She released the contract to grip the edge of the table, wrinkling the soft white cloth that covered it.  A whimper escaped her throat.  She fought for silence as pleasure throbbed in delicious spasms, leaving her trembling. 
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