Under The Table
His fingers were playing with the edge of the napkin on his lap, his attention on me, focused. The corner table felt so intimate , hidden away from the crowd of the restaurant, behind a pillar. Just a table for two.
“You’re driving me insane in that dress,” he mumbled, his voice just low enough that no one else could hear.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other slowly, knowingly , letting the hem of my little black dress ride up just a little. His jaw tightened, a tell I knew too well. “Isn’t that the point?”
He laughed a little, soft and dark at the same time. “I should’ve skipped dinner and taken you straight home.”
The waiter arrived with our plates, breaking the moment but not the tension. I took a bite of the pasta, though I barely tasted it on my tongue. My mind was elsewhere, on him, on the way his crisp suit hugged his shoulders, on the way his eyes stayed on my bare thighs like he wanted to ruin me right here.
“Eat,” he said, a command wrapped in a tease. “You’ll need your energy later.”
“Maybe I don’t want to wait until later,” I snapped back, letting my voice drop into something husky, daring.
He straightened up, his eyes squinting slightly, and I knew I’d struck a nerve. His hand disappeared under the table, and a moment later, I felt it, his fingers brushing my knee, a soft brush of his fingertips against my skin.
I froze, my fork hovering in midair. “Don’t you dare,” I whispered, though the words carried no real threat.
“Don’t I?” he said, his hand sliding higher.
I swallowed hard, my thighs clenching together. He didn’t stop, his knuckles grazing my bare skin, teasing me with just enough pressure to leave me wanting more.
“You’re going to get us caught,” I hissed, though my body felt differently, leaning into his touch.
His lips twitched into a sly grin. “Not if you keep quiet.”
I bit my lip as his fingers travelled ahead, finding the edge of my panties and slipping under them. I gasped, soft but audible, and I quickly reached for my wine glass, pretending to take a sip to cover it up.
“Good girl,” he nodded, whispering.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shudder racing down my spine.
“Don’t,” I started, my voice breathless, I clutched at his tie, pulling him closer.
“Don’t what?” he challenged, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
Before I could answer, he slid a finger inside me, slow and knowing, curling it just enough to make my breath catch. I bit down hard on my lip, my nails digging into his tie as I struggled to keep from moaning.
“God,” I whined, my voice barely loud.
“Not quite,” he said, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smirk. His hand moved again, adding a second finger, the stretch sending a shiver through my body. I spread my legs just enough for his hand to stay there. He pumped his fingers inside me as I rolled my hips a little. I gasped, closing my eyes for a second as I felt his thumb rolling over my clit.
My breaths came quicker, my heart racing as I tried to keep my composure, but it was impossible.
I let my hand drop under the table, finding the hard, throbbing proof of his hard-on. He twitched under my touch, his sharp inhale barely audible but satisfying to my ears.
“You’re lucky I don’t drag you out of here right now,” he said through gritted teeth, though his hand didn’t slow down for a second.
“Good,” I shot back, wrapping my fingers around him, stroking him through the fabric of his trousers.
His fingers teased me into a trembling mess, while I worked him, enjoying the way his body was all solid up the table and all forbidden and dirty under the table with our hands touching each other.
He pumped his fingers faster as my walls clenched around his fingers. His thumb slowly rubbing circles over my clit was what made me cum. My legs were shaking as I took a sharp breath, closing my eyes, putting my head on the table as I shuddered , biting my lip. He leaned in, kissing my neck softly.
“Mmm good girl, just like that” My grip on him tightened, and my movements became sloppy, my finger running over the tip of his length and ther other wrapping around him as I jerked him off. My hand moving up and down his pants faster now. His reaction was almost immediate, his body tensing as warmth spilled under my hand in his pants, his sharp exhale the only sign of his orgasm.
For a moment, we were silent, panting. He leaned forward, reaching for a glass of water, taking a sip and then putting it over my lips so I could take a gulp.
“This was risky,” I said softly, unable to meet his eyes without blushing.
“And worth every second,” he replied, his smile making sure he meant every minute of it.
We’ve all heard the term “under the table,” but what if we told you it could actually spice up your relationship in a way you never expected? Yes, we’re talking about under-the-table play and no, not the kind that involves gambling or shady deals, but the fun,sexy, and intimate version that keeps things exciting for couples. It’s about keeping the romance alive in the most discreet ways. Think of it as the adult version of a schoolyard crush, where the thrill is in the secret.
Couples can get caught up in the grind of daily life. There are bills to pay, laundry to fold, and let’s not forget the big question: What’s for dinner? It’s easy to forget that little spark that made your heart thud when you first met. That’s where under-the-table play comes in, small, playful acts that put excitement into the boring. It’s like an inside joke that only the two of you understand. You can be in the middle of a conversation with friends, pretending to discuss your weekend plans, when suddenly your partner’s hand slides under the table for a quick squeeze. It’s unexpected, and that’s exactly what makes it exciting. Sometimes, the best part of a secret is the fact that no one knows. Imagine the fun of being just a little naughty, all while keeping it under wraps. The little moments of playfulness can become an ongoing game between the two of you Pro tip: Be aware of your surroundings. All you need is your partner, a chair, and a whole lot of subtlety. Who says romance has to be obvious to be hot.
