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Chapter 380 - Do you move Grace’s hand? - Let it happen
🕑 Added 2023-10-03 18:04:36 +0000 UTCYou were only human and the thought of what Grace might have in mind was too tempting to pass up. You did still give a quick look around and realised how fortunate you were with where your table was, out of the way from the main restaurant where nobody could see into your booth and if they wanted to make themselves be seen in the process, they would have to be almost right in front of your table before they actually saw anything.
“Benefits?” you repeated back, buying for time while you had looked around without a proper answer to give Grace.
“I’m sure there are plenty of rewards you could give him” Emma added, making you turn to see a smirk on her face.
Not to be outdone, Emma mirrored Grace on your other side and clung to your side, seeing where Grace’s hand was when she could get a good look into your lap and placing her hand on your other leg to match her.
You knew Emma wasn’t going to act like the rational one when it came to seeing Grace but given that even Emma hadn’t been able to see Grace’s hand before she leaned over, you had hope that you could manage the situation as long as all the action happened below the table and out of line of sight.
“Well I can clearly tell that you have something in mind so I’ll let you decide what my reward will be this time. Maybe you’ll get your own reward later” you tried flirting back.
You wanted to tease her more about what her reward could possibly be but her hand crept further up until she was cupping your erection through your jeans, making your breath catch in your throat. You gave up trying to speak and just acted like you had shut yourself up but the brief glances that Grace took away from your crotch showed she had a smirk on her face that wasn’t going away any time soon.
Emma wasn’t keeping still either as her hand mirrored what Grace was doing until their fingers had touched, not stopping when she reached that point but instead, running her fingers over Grace’s hand and continuing higher.
Once her fingers reached for your zipper, it was only then that both of them realised this would turn from innocent groping into something more serious and they both looked around the restaurant to see what the situation was like. You already knew it would be fine as you had been the one on lookout but Emma and Grace shared a look between them as if figuring out if they should continue.
Grace looked more hesitant but before she could do anything, Emma slowly pulled down your zip and made it sure that she wanted this to continue. As if to prove her point, she reached down to hold Grace’s hand and pulled it up and into the band of your boxers.
Grace didn’t need much encouragement after that as you felt her fingers wrap around her shaft and you saw her bite her lip, giving one last quick look around before she fully committed to stroke you. She started off slow and kept her hand hidden inside your jeans but you could tell the act of doing this out in public was having a bigger effect on her than you expected.
She tried to pull your jeans down further and you were happy to lift yourself off of the seat to let her do that, finally feeling like the risk of getting caught was much more real at this moment. Emma helped as well as she wanted to watch whatever Grace was going to do and while she could have been another person on lookout, she didn’t dare take her eyes away from what was happening under the table.
“I think this is a good reward to start off with, don’t you?” Grace asked, turning her body fully in your direction.
You could feel her tits pressed against your arm and while she had been wearing a low cut dress already, getting to look down and see that for yourself was worth the look. She pressed her arm against her chest when she saw you staring to give you a better view while her other arm moved rhythmically up and down, her hand now firmly stroking your cock as she waited for an answer.
“I’m sure we can make it better though” Emma added before you could answer, wrapping her fingers around Grace’s and joining in with the handjob.
“You both do make a good team…” you commented, trying to keep yourself looking calm even with what was going on.
You were thankful that everything had stayed under the table and that either of them had held themselves back from kissing you, the dirty talk in your ear already making your cheeks flush.
It would already look suspicious if someone was to walk past and see them both looking down at your lap but that could be looked over, not unless you were making out with one of your other dinner guests at the same time though.
The way the two of them pressed against you made it so you didn’t need to grope them to feel their bodies, each one keeping your arms pressed between their cleavage and you were sure they would have let you get your fingers between their legs if you weren’t holding back.
They had gotten into a good rhythm with their hands and it seemed the comment about them being a good team had somehow got them even more excited. Grace had moved her fingers to let Emma be the one stroking your shaft while she was the one covering her hand, each taking turns at being the one in charge.
“God I can’t believe I’m doing this” Grace mumbled in your ear.
“It’s hot right?” Emma whispered back, both of them never stopping as they spoke around you.
The way you could feel their breath in your ear and all the little noises they couldn’t help but make as they carried on speaking was slowly getting to you and even with your defences still up, they were wearing you down.
“...You two are really a bad influence on me” Grace muttered, trying to shift the blame.
“If I have that much influence over you then I’m gonna make you do so much more than this” you replied, your lust now starting to win over your fear of getting caught.
“I’d love to see you try, and I bet she would as well” Grace added, looking over to Emma with a smirk.
“Oh I could watch the two of you for…” Emma started to say, before you heard something different.
You don’t know how you recognised it but the sound of heels hitting the floor got closer and you were sure they were from the waitress from before. Your intuition looked to be right as you saw the top of her head moving closer towards your booth, putting you on edge while Emma and Grace were still none the wiser about the interruption that was about to happen.
