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___Aphrodesic___ {Acitar x Xinavee}

The speech was pretty much what Miles expected it to be given the nature of the gathering he'd been brought along to for who knows what reason. Economic this, investment that it would be enough to put even the most feverishly attentive mind into a state of lethargy just shy of a coma. Something bumped against his inner thigh causing Miles to glance downward, seeing the toes of Ahnika in her strappy sandals before he glanced up seeing her miming a 'sorry' across the table at him, he returned an awkward though genuine smile in her direction.

Whether it was a purposeful gesture to keep him awake or a genuine accident it didn't really matter as he found it hard to want to glance at anyone else in the room. There were dozens of elegantly dressed women roaming around and a few of them were even alone but it was Ahnika who kept stealing his glances despite him mentally chastising himself for ogling a married woman in that way. Not least of which he was only what most people would barely consider adult and he doubted very much if Ahnika saw him that way, then again, he doubted anyone looked at him with carnal intent.

There was no harm in stealing quick glances though, right? He thought to himself as even in the dimmed lights the white of Ahnika's dress seemed to catch what little light there was, the sheer thinness of the fabric leaving very little to the imagination of any astute observer. The way the shadows played across her, dipping in to match her curves, he could swear at one point he could see her nipples poking out against it but had to refrain from staring, ever vigilant of her husband just to her left.

He had forgotten about her foot for a couple of minutes after it's retreat having not thought much of it given the table was fairly small for the number of people sitting at it when he felt it nudging his chair. Then it moved up and rested against his leg, had she taken one of her shoes off? Then again he was no expert on footwear so he imagined they weren't always comfortable, she didn't move it much after that as he sipped the wine in front of him trying to ignore the rush of blood to his loins it was causing right now.

It was at this point that one of her toes started wiggling against him causing a blush to rise along his cheeks, that familiar swelling began in earnest making him somewhat glad that he was sitting down. He briefly considered shooting her a quizzical expression as if trying to ask her what she was doing but Jack's constant turning back and forth to waiters or talking to other guests quietly during the speech made him reluctant to give away that his wife's foot was resting fairly high up his inner thigh right now.
 
Yeah, okay. She was COLD! She took another drink of the wine willing it to start working. She would freeze before she would ask to borrow Jacks jacket, but Ahnika found a bit of comfort in the warmth of the seat across from her, and well, yes, she was a bit turned on by the way the dress was slipping against her nipples. She wiggled again, her feet tucking under her chair as she squirmed in her chair, kicking her shoes off.

Jack stood up and headed for the podium ready to begin his part of the long boring lecture. Ahnika did the dutiful applause and smile of encouragement before the clapping died down and Ahnika was free to tuck her feet right back on the edge of Miles seat, messaging them together before tucking them under his thighs.

He hadn't moved. Hadn't looked at her and this emboldened her more than it should have. She blamed the wine, but he had been so responsive to her touch upon the beach. Even without her touch he had become aroused, or maybe she just couldn't see that he was? Her curious little foot shifted from the safety of the edge of the chair and rubbed up, boldly along his crotch, from toe, to the ball of her foot, all along her soul she felt to see if he responded to her.

If he looked he would see she wasn't paying one iota of attention to the speech. In the darkened hall, her lusty eyes were solely upon him. Her hands which had cupped about herself to keep as warm as possible eased slightly, her thumb shifting, oh so slightly to rub along the white satin of the nipple, causing her bite her lip and close her eyes before glancing back at Miles once more as she tucked her other foot under his crotch and stroked the upper one back down along the bulge of his pants.
 
Whilst Miles had only been stealing glances at Ahnika, not feeling quite brave enough to just look or stare openly at her it was a nagging curiosity, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra but despite his best efforts to push it from his mind he wondered what lay beneath her dress. A sudden movement drew his attention as Jack seemingly got up to make some kind of speech of his own with Ahnika and the rest of the room applauding him which is what made the next event take him off guard again as not one but both of Ahnika's feet returned to his chair.

They tucked under his thighs and whilst part of him wanted to squirm and reach down and pull her feet away, bare as they were he couldn't bring himself to do so. Partly it also had to do with the fact he'd pulled his chair a little too close to the table when he'd sat down so there was no way for him to discretely reach down anyway and besides, she was probably just stretching her legs as best she could whilst seated. It was much harder however to explain away when one of her feet pressed firmly up against his crotch causing his eyes to go wide in surprise.

Whilst the sensation was muted by the trousers and underwear he had on it still felt far too good as she worked her entire foot up along the already swollen shape of his shaft. Miles had intended to squirm away to dislodge it but that just made it worse, tingles of pleasure began to dance up and down his length until it was throbbing wantonly against the sole of her foot.

He finally looked across the table at her once again intending to give her a quizzical 'What are you doing?' expression but her eyes were on him which caused him to gulp quietly. The blush on his face intensified his expression was a confused mix of anxious uncertainty and arousal but he felt a little too shy to hold her gaze for longer than a few seconds at a time even as her other foot hooked under his crotch as the other stroked down along the aching and pulsing shape beneath the fabric of his trousers. A shiver went through him, an electric buzz of pleasure rather than cold each time any part of her foot or toes moved against him causing him to take a large gulp of wine in a vain attempt to distract himself from that smoldering gaze but he was always drawn back into her eyes, a testament to it's intensity that he could almost no longer hear the speech.
 
Blame the wine. She was warm now, warming ever more as her feet had found what she had been looking for. His response. There at the arch of her foot she could feel him, warm and, was that pulsing with the hard thud of his blood pumping into his cock. If only he would pull his zipper down, but he would never do that. Or had she not the others near them she could crawl under the table and pull it down for him. Ohh! Damn her frustration. For a second only, her feet pulled away from his crotch, shoving against the sides of his inner thighs to spread his legs wider for her. The quick kick set the table to shutter a bit as she covered up the bump with a, "Ooo goodness!" She waved it off to the other guests as her feet sunk back more boldly and determined than before.

Sucking the air into her lungs, she shifted her foot feeling the length of him, pressing her heel down to massage his balls as her toes shifted up, recalling the way his cock had responded with his shorts, she hoped..."Yes." She said out loud as people glanced towards her and she clapped her hands pretending to be listening to the speech, but in reality, she had celebrated for another reason. Just like with the waist band of his shorts, Ahnika found she could grip the edge of his pants with her toes and pull them just down enough so she could feel the tip of his cock. Ohh, how she delighted in stroking her tiny little toes back and forth over that smooth bulbous crown of his, running her foot back and forth, back and forth as the foot under his balls would tap and tuck to the very core of his balls.

She took a drink of her wine as she felt him shiver, felt him shake under her touch. Letting her toes stroke down over the pants, but down along his shaft, she sucked in, and then pulled her feet back as the lights went up and Jack was making his way through the crowd back towards the table. Damn. She was turned on and it seemed the night was coming to an end.
 
The situation was making Miles feel a little lightheaded, likely not aided any by the glass of wine he had drunk perhaps a little too quickly in an attempt to distract himself from what was happening beneath the cover of the table. Ahnika's foot was thoroughly exploring the swollen shape of his cock beneath his trousers which was making it difficult to say the least for him to not squirm and fidget at how good it felt, muted as it was by his clothes. For one brief moment he thought she had pulled away from him, a brief exhale of relief was followed by a quiet gasp of surprise when she all but kicked his thighs apart apparently so she could reach him more easily.

Her heel worked into his balls as her toes seemingly had another target as she responded and clapped to what he assumed was the speech but given what she had just done beneath the table he wasn't quite so sure of that. Hooking her toes into the waistband she had pulled his trousers far enough down along with his underwear to expose the swollen crown of his shaft. It was almost night and day from the light grazes of her fingers against his shaft on the beach compared to the bare soft skin of her toes actively working the bulbous head of his cock. As that particular foot worked up and down the now pulsating length her other tucked underneath his balls and worked him from there in a way that made him likely look a little zoned out.

Hot. Tingling. Throbbing. Aching. All words that would describe how Miles felt right now and then the lights came back up, some slippery arousal clinging to Ahnika's toes as they slid over the head again and again, working down the fabric shielded length and back up again. It was clear she took very good care of herself from quite literally head to toe given how gloriously soft even her toes felt.

Then her feet retreated from the throbbing crown and Miles reached beneath the table to 'adjust' himself as her husband made his return to the table. He stole another glance toward Ahnika and whilst that look of confusion and anxiety remained on his face it was almost overshadowed by clear arousal leaving him worrying if anyone would notice his bright red face. He'd have to chalk it up to the wine which was mostly true as he often didn't drink like most students his age did. Whilst Ahnika's behavior gave him some clarity over what he had thought hadn't happened on the beach it only brought up more questions in his mind. Why was she interested in him of all people? The bookish nerdy one when she had a rich and powerful husband.

It seemed though as things may have been wrapping up causing a mixed welling of relief and disappointment in him as he doubted anything else would happen tonight. Then again what was he even expecting from a married woman anyway? He tried to shake it off as Jack took his seat again but as before Miles found that forgetting about anything in Ahnika was an exercise in futility and he couldn't help but keep stealing more glances in her direction even as the throbbing ache in his underwear persisted.
 
"Oh, Jack that was the best speech yet!" Ahnika said, her gaze slipping towards Miles with a secret grin as she hugged her husband. "I bet you convinced ten men to invest an entire years salary with that speech." The conversations and dessert continued after the presentation, as men came up to congratulate Jack and sometimes place a hand on Ahnika's back or arm. In these moments it seemed Jack would find a way to find fault in whatever it was Ahnika was talking about, from the taste of the dessert, to the wine or the venue. At one point Jack spoke about Ahnika donating her time for the a project for one of the investors the following weekend, "Oh, no Jack. I won't be able to help out that weekend. Miles here is taking me to a convention so I'll be out of town. It was so sweet of him to invite me after I begged him to."

"Why would you want to go to a thing like that, Ahnika and waste your time?" Jack's sour expression could have curdled milk as he looked at his wife like she had lost her head.

"Because it sounds fun, Jack." Ahnika ignored the look and glanced up at the investor that was attempting to steel her time, and a grope at her breast. She leaned away from him with a grin and said, "I think it lasts a couple of days, isn't that right Miles. Did you come up with any thoughts on what we could dress up as?"

"Oh lord Ahnika really?" Jack had paid for the check and threw down his napkin and was about to stand and storm away when Ahnika stopped him.

"Jack, look over there," She pointed to an overly drunk client of his, "I think we had better drive the Wilkensons back home or they wont make it." She glanced over towards Bea and Miles, "I hope you don't mind if we make it home a little later than planned."

"Bea," Ahnika said as they finally walked towards the over-sized SUV, "Why don't you sit up front. It's going to be much easier for you to get in and out of it with the grip bar and the step." Ahnika would help the elderly woman into the back seat and then opened the side door and scooted back to the very back row seat of the Escalade, motioning Miles to follow her so the Wilkensons could fall into the middle row seat.

As Jack took the drivers seat, Ahnika leaned her side against Miles. With the radio on and the conversations before them it was fairly easy to talk undisturbed. "Thanks for coming with us tonight Miles. I know it wasn't the most exciting thing you've been dragged to." She grinned as she looked down at her shoe, "Sitting across from you was my favorite part."
 
As the speech had come to an end and Jack had returned to the table being congratulated by Ahnika things returned to something at least relatively normal despite the grin she shot him across the table. It was however at this point Miles began to get the idea not everything was quite the way he thought it was between Jack and Ahnika, even to him he could sense some tension there. Not least of which was the way a lot of the men who approached to congratulate him often seemed to try their luck getting a handful of Ahnika into the bargain making him wonder why Jack wasn't making any effort to dissuade them.

Miles did however feel as if he'd been put on the spot as Ahnika used the convention he'd mentioned as a means of escaping from some project that one of her husbands 'friends' wanted her to help with. The expression on her husbands face was as priceless as it was terrifying to him as he didn't quite know how to respond to it, this whole situation he was finding himself in was becoming more than a little surreal as Ahnika directed a question toward him.

"Uh.. It's.. Three days and I have some.. Ideas for costumes, I'll just have to check some things first.." He said somewhat awkwardly only barely daring to meet her furious husbands baffled expression. He did have a few ideas, given that it was a sci-fi convention he had three ideas ranging from conservative to risque and he wanted to see what she'd pick to try.

Jack looked as if he was about to storm off when Ahnika stopped him seemingly noticing a couple of her husbands friends looking like they had one too many glasses of wine and suggested taking them home. After some jostling, drunken stumbling and helping where he could so as to not garner anymore ire from Jack he soon found himself in the very back seat of the SUV with Ahnika.

His aunt was up front given it'd be easier for her to get in and out of, the more than tipsy Wilkinson's were in the middle talking a little too loudly and Ahnika was in the back with him. She was leant against his side ensuring he could feel her warmth even through his suit which sent goosebumps spreading along his skin as she thanked him for coming along, whilst he had been initially against it, given what had happened part of him was glad he had done so.

"It was uh... A bit more exciting than I expected.." He said that characteristic blush quickly turning his fair complexion a bright red as he glanced down toward her feet, a little shiver passing through him at the remembered sensation. When she pointed out that sitting across from him was her favourite part which caused a slightly croaky "Oh?" To escape his lips as he looked at her. That confused knot of feelings that twisted in his stomach continued in earnest as he figured he best explain about the convention a bit to Ahnika on the trip back.

He pointed out it was mainly a sci-fi convention rather than specifically a gaming one and gave her three outfit ideas, the first and safest one was Princess Leia's arctic outfit, the second a little more risque was a classic star trek 70's uniform with a short skirt and the third and final one that he was reluctant to mention was Princess Leia's slave bikini outfit.

"I mean.. You don't have to dress up.. I just couldn't think of what might else might be easiest to do in a pinch.." He said backing off from the idea a little even if the idea of her in any of those outfits would likely make not only his head spin but anyone else at the convention as well. By now the Wilkinson's were singing and clearly so completely hammered he imagined they'd regret it in the morning. For now he was just glad he was sitting with Ahnika as the fairly long ride home continued.
 
It was hard to see the blush that spread over Miles face as he spoke, but Ahnika could since it all the same, and her hand lifted across her to brush aside the lock of curls that fell over his eye. She smiled smoothing it back before letting her hand rest upon his lap. "Well, there are going to be three days to this right? Maybe we both can have more than just one outfit to chose from." She chuckled as she glanced ahead, "but then, when have you ever known me to wear a bikini?"

The Wilkinson's distracting singing brought a sigh to her lips as she shifted her hand just a bit further up his thigh. "So do I get to chose what you will be wearing or are we supposed to match?" Her hand was swirling, making little patterns along the inner thigh of his suite pants, which might have been soothing, so slow and relaxed as it was had it not been along his inner thigh. "We'll have to find a hotel if we intend to go to all three days."

Ahnika's eyes looked towards his in the failing light as she lifted her forefinger just enough to stroke along the crotch of his pants. "I think it sounds like fun." Her other fingers shifted along his thigh to join the first in the lightest of caresses, "More fun than I have had since I can remember."
 
Miles was glad they were not only sitting in the back but that the Wilkinson's rowdy drunkenness and his Aunt Bea talking to Jack was keeping everyone's attention off of them. His blush only heightened, his skin growing warmer as she smoothed a lock of hair from his face only to drop her hand into his lap, it was far bolder than most anything so far and it only further tightened that confused knot of conflicting emotions he felt.

When Ahnika pointed out she wasn't one for bikini's he could only bring himself to nod as recalling even simple facts about the convention proved to be difficult as her hand slid further up the inside of his leg toward the already throbbing shape in his pants. "T-true, it's three days.. I only have two costumes though.. Most are still at home home." The idea of spending time alone in a hotel room with Ahnika would have been enough to put most peoples heads into a spin he imagined.

"...I think it.. Will be too.. Fun I mean..." His breath kept catching in his throat, much as he knew he should probably pull away he was frozen in place as one finger ever so lightly danced along the shape of his shaft through his trousers only to be joined by the rest of her fingers causing a shiver, a dull throb pushing against her fingers as his attempt to squirm merely pressed her more firmly into it.

"I.. g-guess I didn't want to put you out.. For outfits.."
 
"I can't hardly wait to get a taste of it." The back of Ahnika's hand would stroke more boldly over the warm bulge in Miles pants as she continued to talk, "But I guess I'm going to have to wait until the weekend."The back of her hand slid up along the zipper of Miles pants, and then to the button before dipping back under his suit coat to tuck just under the waist band of his pants. Her nimble fingers would walk lower against his abdomen until they tucked under his underwear, where just the edge of her nail would graze the very tip of his crown. Once.

"I will have to see what my Amazon account and check book can come up with on short notice, but I'm sure I'll find something." Slipping away her hand would lift back away from the band of his pants, only to turn her palm downward and grip along the bulge, her fingers hugging his crotch all the way down towards his balls where she groped, using his squirm to reach even further back behind the round of his balls to pinch lightly and pull him even more into her hand, "I think what you have here is enough. You surprise me already with what you have." Ahnika was finding it difficult not to moan as her thighs shifted, and she rolled her hips ever so slightly in her seat. She glanced forward. The conversation was still loud and distracted, as she stroked her hand more firmly along the hidden arousal in Miles pants.

All things eventually have to come to an end, and so too, did the ride. Her hand stilled as the car pulled into a drive, but didn't move away as the door opened and the Wilkinson's tottered out of the large SUV. "Go ahead, and close the door, Mr. Wilkenson, I think we're good back here. It's not too long of a drive home. Yep, no problem. See you later. Good night!"

Jack was already pulling away from the drive as Ahnika waved at the stumbling couple. Jack glanced one last time in the rear view mirror before Bea had his ear again, asking about the investment and from then he didn't stop talking. Ahnika leaned back again and settled even closer against Miles as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Her whispered words would filter against his ear as she said, "You're going to have to keep quiet." Her hand found the button of his pants once more as her fingers flicked it open and slowly pulled down the zipper. "I think I've waited long enough to see this though." Her hands would carefully pull back the flaps of his jeans as though opening a present, oh so slowly before lifting to the band of his underwear and pulling the elastic so that it slid down along his shaft, and lower, exposing his sex to the cool night air.

Light fingertips would trail along the underside of his shaft as she looked at him fully for the first time, darkened though it was in the back of the SUV. Her breath hissed in as she sucked it through her teeth and she licked her lips as her hand reached further under him to pull his balls fully into her hand as she massaged only them.
 
Everything that had happened up to this point for Miles could be explained or rationalised away, some reason given that would move it away from sexual to accidental. What was happening right now, it was difficult to give any other reason for as she continued the conversation, lamenting about having to wait for the weekend which sent an electric thrill up his spine almost as intense as what her fingers were causing. The way her hand slid up along his zipper, following the clear bulge within all the way up until she was pushing down below his waistband and actually let her finger just graze the tip of his crown causing a bodily tremble of pleasure to shudder through him.

"I.. Uh.. I am looking forward to it as well... The costumes too.." He spoke quietly though it was clear he was having trouble keeping his voice steady as she continued using even his own involuntary squirms to further send a knot of raw wanton lust building in his loins. The way she reached back to pinch lightly and pull his balls against her hand confirmed one thing to Miles if nothing else. She knew what she was doing, for him it was overwhelming this being his first true sexual experience with a woman so distracted by what her hand was doing he didn't even notice they had stopped briefly to let out the Wilkenson's to stumble up their drive into their own home until Ahnika herself waved them off.

The veiled compliment about him being more than enough was still ringing in his ears even as they began to move again, his Aunt seemingly asking the right thing to keep Jack talking almost non-stop. Though he knew that his aunt was no slouch when it came to investments and economics so that made him feel a little less anxious about being potentially earning her husbands ire or worse.

"I'll try.." He said with an edge of terrified anxiety of what might be about to happen as Ahnika whispered in his ear as she pulled closer to him and he soon found out why. She reached down and deftly popped the button on his trousers quickly followed by the zipper making him hold his breath for fear of breathing too loudly when she pushed the flaps aside to reveal the aching shape straining against the grey fabric of his boxers.

Miles thought his heart was going to beat clean out of his chest when she lifted the elastic of his underwear and dragged it downward exposing the straining shape of his erection. If he had to guess he would say he was average, just shy of seven inches long perhaps with a bulbous pink head which right now glistened with dewy arousal. The idea that he was arousing her was enough to make him lightheaded even before her fingertips trailed lightly down the underside of his now bare shaft. The length of his erection visibly twitched as she reached further and further down and pulled his balls into her hand, massaging them in a way that forced him to bite his lip to stay quiet. The fact her husband was just feet away only seemed to make everything that much more terrifying and intense all at once.

Her hand had a soft silky warmth to it that his own hands would struggle to match he began to wonder what else may or may not happen given they were now driving back toward their home instead.
 
Once more, Ahnika’s hand would shift, turning on it’s side to trail her well manicured fingertips along the underside of his engorged shaft as she seemed to trail along a vein that may or may not have been visible there. Her long slender fingers turned again just at the edge of that bulbous crow as the trail shifted and her fingertips teased just shy of the ledge of that head, letting the excited shaft lift slightly from her fingers in excitement or as Miles shifted in his seat. She was not in a hurry. Ahnika had been waiting for the chance to see him free of his shorts and she wasn’t going to cover it up so quickly with the grip of her own soft hand.

Once the shaft would bounce back into place along her fingertips she would shift her finger, pointing towards him to just barely touch him as she caught the wet dew of arousal upon the pad of her fingertip, before bringing her hand away from him entirely, letting her fingers trail along the thin fabric of her dress and the tightened buds of her nipples with that one drop of Miles held aloft upon her fingertip before at last she brought it to her lips like a decadent ambrosia. Her lips pooled around her finger, kissing it before her finger stroked deeper into her mouth. She couldn’t hold back the sigh of satisfaction as once again she tasted him upon her tongue as she sucked the flavor from the pad of her fingertip.

When Ahnika’s eyes opened once more, there was a heat within them as she glanced back down into his lap, her hand following the look of her eyes as she brought it back to him, coiled her fingertips about his shaft and squeezed before pulling her hand towards the crown of his cock, milking him with a slow, controlled grip before letting her soft palm stroke over the tip of his crown, to come back around to the other side and pump her fingers back down towards his base once more.

With her head still leaned against Miles shoulder, he would be able to hear her shaking breath, the way she softly moaned should another well of pre come from his slit and the sucking of air at her teeth as her thighs squeezed and shifted slightly against him. Her fingers lifted his shaft aloft from her palm as her thumb stroked overtop of the head once more, rolling the pad of her thumb over and over again towards each ridge of the crown before coiling herfingers in a fist and stroking it down over him, this time moving her hand faster, and holding her breath to hear the slight beat of her palm against his soft skin.

“Don’t be afraid to get the back of his seat dirty “ Ahnika purred into the shell of his ear, as her free hand lifted to tug at the curl in his hair once more before letting her fingers run down over his eyelids and lips. “shh. Almost home.”
 
His heart was really pounding in his chest now as time seemed to warp under the searing heat of Ahnika's electrifying presence and touch, her finger trailed ever so lightly along the underside of his shaft making hold his breath as it just ever so slightly teased the shape of the crown. Ahnika seemed more like she was inspecting him, he could almost feel her gaze moving along his erection like another light pair of fingertips. Miles really didn't know how to act or react, his body simply responding in place of his mind as things escalated to a very real if surreal situation for him.

When she caught that smeared dew from the head of his shaft and pulled her finger away for a moment he thought maybe she had decided against going any further, that the relative proximity of her husband had dissuaded her somehow. However she seemed to be anything but dissuaded, her fingers teasing the taut buds of her nipples through her dress before she plunged her dewy finger between her lips as though she had just swiped it across an icecream and tasted him. That knowledge alone was enough to make him feel dizzy when her eyes opened, smoldering at him as her hand returned to his trembling shaft.

Her fingers squeezed around his shaft and pulled up toward the crown causing a groan that was so restrained he shuddered all over as he tried to keep it quiet, the softness of her palm was greeted by more slippery dew of his arousal as it swept over that bulbous tip. Her hand tugged downward along his shaft causing a quivering throb even as her proximity drew a sliver of his attention. The soft moan she made, the way she seemed to suck in her breath, her proximity and warmth and even her scent were driving pleasure into his every sense.

Ahnika seemed to read his every nerve, his every reaction and twitch as her humb worked over his head and followed the ridge again and again before she made a fist around his cock and just began to pump. When she told him not to worry if he got the seat dirty his cock started virtually trembling, his balls began to tense as well as each firm stroke beating up and down from that silky soft hand worked him closer and closer to an inevitable conclusion as he hoped home wouldn't arrive too fast.
 
She moaned, her knees hooking higher in the seat, resting on his leg nearest to her as she tilted her head slightly to downward. Yes. She could hear it, the fop fop fop, of her hand beating against his tortured cock, slick and messy as he drooled more over her slender fingers and down along the back of her hand.

The shift in her position allowed her to press her breast against his arm, the thin fabric of her dress allowing the thicker wool of his jacket to irritate her sensitive nipple. Her knees parted slightly as she rolled her hips, catching his hand between her knees as she gripped him tightly between them. The ache of emptiness pulsed deep within her core as she tried to steady her panting gasps and remain focused on him.

Her free hand to join the first, cupping the tightening of his balls as she worked her fingers to the root of him, stroking him, encouraging his pulse to pound, and his semen to flow as he trembled in her hands. She stilled her motions for only a moment, to smooth her thumb against his glans and smear the crown. Her eyes flicked towards the rearview mirror as she lifted her fingers once more to her mouth, as she sucked the taste of him from her thumb in a loud smack before turning her hand and letting her tongue race over the drip he had made over the back of her hand.

Resuming the quickened pump of her hand, her slender fingers gripping tighter about the underside of his shaft as she felt him shutter in her hands. Ahnika moaned, smelling the scent of him, feeling the slickness of her thighs slip against each other as she found herself eager to slip around him. “I think we should do this every day this weekend. What do you say Miles?”

When she groaned again it was somewhat annoyed as the sight of their block came into view and she lifted her mouth to his ear and whispered, “Cum Miles. We’re home.”
 
It was taking every ounce of Miles' willpower to not pant, not moan or make any noise that might draw the attention of Ahnika's husband to what was happening in the back-seat right now. His cock was aching, pulsing, quivering as the sheer pleasure coursing through it's length had made him so slippery the slick wet noise of Ahnika's hand beating along it was all he could hear over the pounding of his heart.

His first true sexual encounter wasn't what he had imagined it would be, with someone like Ahnika whom to his eyes may as well have been Aphrodite in human form and he wasn't going to last for much longer given her skilled ministrations. He felt his hand get trapped between her knees and could only marvel at the silky smooth warm skin before the realisation he was touching her made him try to free his hand without much success only sliding it part way up her thigh before their grip arrested it's ascent.

Her other hand joined in, cupping his balls as her fingers continued their relentless slippery beat up and down his shaft only to stop momentarily once more sucking his taste off of her hand before resuming, the way her thumb seemed to revel in exploring the sensitive crown felt incredible. The way her fingers gripped tighter around the underside only pushed him past the point of no return as she suggested they do this every-day at the convention he tried to speak, to voice his approval but he just about stifled a desperate moan and opted to nod instead.

Their block had just come into view when she told him to cum. And cum he did. Harder than he ever had before. As those slender fingers pumped toward the base the first pearly white surge arced through the air and splashed across the back of the seat in front of him, his whole body tensed, shuddering as pleasure obliterated his senses. As Ahnika's grip returned to the crown the next white hot surge poured against the palm of her hand, causing the next downward stroke to smear his semen along his shaft as the third surge splashed across her arm. Her fingers barely made it to the head before another surge trickled across her fingers and hand. He had to struggle to not pant or groan, even as their respective homes came into view.

All he was acutely aware of was the fact her hand felt that good and if anything his cock felt even harder than it had when she started. Even as they pulled into the drive it took him a moment to begin trying to cover up, preparing to return to normality somewhat. His mind a confused whirlwind of emotions, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of the most intensely erotic experiences of his life so far.
 
How intoxicating. To see this pup of a boy squirm, responding to her every touch, unsure but fully compliant to her every whim. She gasped and groaned softly as his hand accidently slid up along her thigh, her lust husky breath breathed into his ear, “Not yet,” she panted as her thighs clamped down, “I can’t be as quiet as you.” She had continued, nearly unable to handle bare it as he became so slick and wet in her hand, her eyes flicking up, surely, they would hear her soft skin beating against his hardened flesh, hear the rhythm, see his look of pure ecstasy.

Her eyes wrenched back as his glans grew even more red, and she told him to cum. And he did. On command. She was enchanted, the streams of his seed flowing into the air like a fountain, and like a fountain it bathed upon her skin, warming her soft fingers and the palm of her hand with the molten heat of him. Her thumb and forefinger had barely reached his head after one last slow stroke as she tilted him towards her and he gurgled out the last dribble he had left within him, like the slow recession of the tide going back out, or a geyser not quite wanting to sink back into it’s constricting home.

She didn’t let him go, her ring finger tilting him towards her as though she looked to see if that was all before she bent her head towards his lap. Her cum covered hand would grip against her breast, squeezing it tightly, almost harshly through the then fabric of her dress as she held her breath. One. Small. Pet of her tongue would stroke across his crown, nuzzle against the slit there before she lifted once more from him. Oh, how she wanted to see it again. To see him unable to hold back his groan and shaking with violent ecstasy. She craved his response so badly she needed to stand quickly, not trusting herself to touch him again. “Give me your jacket,” She said as she stood and turned towards him as he began to cover himself.

Instead of waiting until he moved out of the seat first, she climbed over top of him, her knee shoving against his still erect penis as she shifted over him. The clear outline of her own hand print was wet upon her breast as her proximity shoved her breast near his face. Her fingers gripped his jaw as she bid him to look at him, “Leave the seat as it is,” she said before shifting past him and waiting for his jacket. She would shrug into it before jumping out of the SUV. She turned back into the vehicle before leaning back in and saying much louder, “Thanks for coming with us Miles. I can’t wait for this weekend,” leaving him with nothing but her retreating back to say goodnight to.
 
Miles just felt like it was going on forever every inch of his shaft tingling, pulsing with white hot pleasure as she seemingly refused to miss a single beat but end it did. Taking a shaky breath he became acutely aware of her ring finger tilting him toward her gaze and for a moment he wasn't really sure what she was doing as the hand he had just plastered in his load gripped her breast through the dress. When she lent all the way down and swiped her tongue just once, ever so slightly against his cock it took every ounce of his remaining willpower to not gasp out loudly at how that brief touch felt.

Of course he was on auto-pilot now as he came down from the high with Ahnika asking for his jacket he slipped it from his shoulders and handed it to her without asking why before hurriedly and with a red hot blush, made himself presentable again. A task made more difficult as she clambered over his lap, grinding her knee against his bare erection before all but ordering him to leave the seat as it was. Miles gave her a nervous smile still unable to speak without it being a high pitch squeak or croak as she told him she was looking forward to the weekend as he himself got out into the cool night air and began to help his aunt out of the car, waving off both Ahnika and Jack

It may have only been just shy of a handful of days til the long weekend of the convention for Miles it was dragging, as though time itself had been weighted down and he was having to pull it along. Everything so far as he knew was ready, the hotel, his costumes though he had only three with most of his things still being far across the country at home. He had gone over it again and again his mind, that night at the dinner, how she had used her feet and toes to deft effect to tease him beneath the table whilst her husband gave a speech and then under cover of helping a drunken pair of friends of hers or her husbands she had done something far more direct. Any quiet moment and his mind went straight back to it, remembering every tug and squeeze, the farewell pet of her tongue and the smeared handprint of cum covering her breast.

He had a fairly active imagination which didn't help matters as each night he lay awake wondering just what Ahnika had chosen to wear and more importantly, what if anything might happen in that hotel room? The days came and went with a ponderous slowness and on the night before he barely slept at all simply watching out of his window waiting for Ahnika to pop out in her car. Miles must have dozed off for an hour or three though all the same the sound of his phones alarm buzzing beneath his pillow as he began preparing for that first day.

Opting for an easy outfit to start off he slipped into a Star Wars costume, an Imperial Officers uniform in it's familiar grey and complete with the hat to hide his wavy locks of hair. His aunt did as she often did, checking with him four, five, ten times to make sure he had everything, which he did in one backpack and one carry-all as he set out her various pills for the four days.

"Now if you need anything just call okay, Aunt B?" He said not wanting to get an earful from his parents even though both they and his aunt had already agreed he could go to the convention across town as part of the deal for him staying here at all. His aunt just shooed him toward the door all the same she didn't 'really' need caring for in the strictest sense of the word but the company was the main reason and his parents being a little overbearing on Aunt Bea.

"Go on, have fun young man and don't worry about your parents fretting!" She said waving her hanky at him as he half ran toward where he'd agreed to meet Ahnika for the trip there, he presumed in her car a doctor such as herself surely had one though he couldn't recall seeing it so far as he stood at the curb bouncing with nerves and anxiety not to mention excitement. Sure he loved these conventions but it was as much going with Ahnika that was exciting to him as the convention itself this time.
 
Ahnika was excited. She had found herself looking at the clock so often she’d had to take it out of her office, and her phone…she limited herself to two gifs a day to send to her poor unsuspecting Miles. She wondered if he would think she were stalking him. She wondered if she was. Every night she would stand near the window hoping to get a glimpse of him looking at his computer, or walking in from the shower.

So she was obsessed, but maybe if she just get him out of her system…

No. Ahnika wanted to get to know Miles. She had been excited about the trip because she was excited to talk to him, maybe get him to talk with her as well. He was sweet and pure and she needed a little sweetness in her life.

The garage door opened and out purred the Corvette c7. The car might have been a plain white, but no one could call it boring, not with it’s splash of red rimmed tires. She opened the door for him as she leaned out and grinned, “Well we match today Miles!” She waited until he got into the car before pulling the powerful car onto the road and roaring the engine. “I don’t think the week could have gone any slower, Miles.” She said, as her knee poked out from underneath the coat she wore. “I found one of the ones you suggested but I couldn’t get my hands on the others.” Her hair flicked back in a high braid as she turned back towards the road.

It felt amazing as the miles stretched out and she relaxed as they continued, “I hope you don’t mind if we don’t match every day though Miles, I wasn’t able to get the other two costumes you suggested, so I hope I don’t disappoint you. You don’t have any hated sci fi themes do you?”

She didn’t speak about what she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. About having him alone, but it was there in the subtle way she glanced towards the front of his pants. It was there in the darkened hue of her eyes, and in the way her voice shifted just a bit huskier than it had been before. She tried to focus on the road as she thought about sharing a hotel room with Miles or the fact that she had every intention of watching his face when she made him cum again, just like she had promised him.


The day had neared noon by the time they had reached their destination. Their hotel was connected to the convention center by a short series of skywalks, but the hotel itself was grand enough to be their destination. “I’m going to pay for the bell hop. I don’t want to waste another minute stashing our bags when we could be having fun. She tossed her luggage onto the cart and paid the hop as she tossed her coat along with her bags. “Is it right?” She asked as she turned slightly to show off the Leia outfit, ”the costume looks a bit like an Arabian dancers costume to me. I took dance all the way through college. I wonder if she ever danced for Jobba.” The burgundy silk played at her thighs as she shifted about, but the metal work could have been made for her. Gold barely stretched across her hip and at her upper arms, and the top defied mechanics and was the only possible sign that it had not been made with Ahnika in mind as it cupped her breasts as though they were hands or lips swirling against her soft flesh, only here she filled out a bit too much for Leila perfection as her skin overflowed the artwork and metal bit into skin.
 
Miles wasn't sure honestly what kind of car Ahnika would actually have though when she finally arrived, pulling up alongside in her Corvette, a car which frankly purred as it idled honestly he couldn't picture a car that was more her. It's pure flawless white with a dash of red on the wheels was not all that different to her white business dress and her red lacy bra, she had a coat on though so he couldn't see if she'd donned an outfit already or planned to change when they arrived at the hotel, the braid was a clue to him though which sent a tingle up his spine.

As she opened the car door for him he slipped inside after putting his bags in the back he couldn't help but feel a tad out of place in such an expensive car as he looked across at her with his almost trademark awkward smile, his eyes dipping to a bare knee that did little but remind him of the back seat of the SUV and the beating of her hand up and down his lust. The journey soon began as Ahnika turned into the road and began as she too seemingly felt the week had gone far too slowly making him feel a little giddy, not to mention anxious and a little terrified of what might happen.

"Oh it was pretty slow.. Matching isn't important most of my costumes are.. Uh.. Well, still at home home. I am.. Looking forward to seeing what you decided to wear.." He said as the blush rose on his cheeks at her constant glances and whilst he wasn't sure but he got the impression of something akin to hunger within her eyes but maybe it was just her make-up?

The journey was pleasant enough and they arrived at the frankly grand hotel and it's connected convention centre at about noon with Ahnika expressing she wanted to not waste a moment more just as she took off her coat to reveal her outfit leaving Miles red faced and speechless for a full minute as he took her in with wide eyes. He honestly never expected her to opt for the Leia outfit given it was pretty risque and whilst she was clearly body confident to the extreme he wasn't sure if she'd go for it in such a public setting as a convention. Bare legs and an exposed mid-riff drew his eyes almost as much as the metallic decorations at her breasts which seemed to press into that soft flesh in such a way that he had a hard time taking his eyes off them before he finally spoke.

"I.. Uh.. W-wow.. you look.. Incredible.." He had wanted to try and say something clever or witty but his mind had been rendered blank by Ahnika's natural beauty only enhanced by her wearing such a nerds fantasy outfit. Blinking a few times he stuffed the curls of his hair under the Imperial Officers hat as they made their way in after showing their tickets and being given their passes, allowing them entry in and out with no queuing. As they passed through the double doors the convention itself was clearly in full swing booths and stands from well known sci-fi franchises and smaller obscure ones were everywhere along with hundreds and hundreds of people dressed in a variety of outfits some perhaps even more risque than Ahnika's as they shuffled off to one side into a gap. It clearly wasn't so much of a gaming convention as a celebration of all things sci-fi ensuring a pleasant mix of options

"So uh.. The first day is usually just about the booths and the free gifts and such you can get.. Or queueing for the games.. If you can be bothered waiting for that." He said nudging his head toward a queue that looked to stretch on for nearly ninety people. Even despite all the other people there even some of them wearing even less than Ahnika he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. "So uh.. Ladies first.. I usually check out everything except the games on the first day.. The movie premiere screening is tomorrow night though.." He was having to raise his voice over the generally loud ambience of music and PA announcements.
 
Movement caught Ahnika’s attention in every direction. It was nearly overstimulating, though a glint of excitement caught in her eye, she reached her hand for Miles, just to make sure he didn’t get swept away in the crowd. She was giddy and bounced excitedly as she slid her arm up around Miles’ shoulder as she bent her head in to listen to his words over the PA. “What’s Sunday for then?” She asked as she looked about wanting to go every way at once.

“HERE!” she said excitedly, spying a Star Wars photo booth. She gripped his hand as she dragged him towards the line. She wasn’t the only Leila in line, no, she wasn’t even the only one wearing the classic bikini costume, but it didn’t matter, in fact, all that mattered was that they were together, and relatively free to do whatever they wanted.

Once in line Ahnika didn’t let Miles hand go, or rather, she did, but only to lift it towards his hat and tug down one of his curls to twist around her finger as she grinned at him in line. Her other hand lightly resting on his shoulder as she spoke quietly to him. To anyone, they might have been lovers, the way she leaned towards him. The way she smiled. The way her eyes raked possessively over his face. “ Will you be disappointed if we skip the gaming today, maybe even tomorrow?” Her eye followed the line he had indicated, and it didn’t go down, it only got longer. She didn’t really care about the games at all. Actually, she didn’t really care about the actors or the artists either, she really just cared about Miles and having a good time.

Finally it was their turn and she hammed it up asking the photographer to take two pictures, the first she put her hands behind her back, motioning for Miles to use the prop laser gun against her. “I’ll hold my hands behind my back, you put your hand about me like you won’t let me go.” She did her best to look captured.

The flash went off and she “Okay, Okay…” She said thinking a moment before she *posed* him, by lifting his hand with the gun to point down towards his opposite knee and then shifted behind him, pressing her body against his as she gripped her hands about his chest and stomach and angled him towards that same knee, before sliding her sandaled foot between his, pressing on his boot to open his stance to a more aggressive one. Only when she thought he was perfect did she say, “Okay, DON’T MOVE!” and slipped about before him.

The embodiment of grace and elegance, Ahnika slipped to the floor, one foot wrapped about the Miles forward boot while the other trailed behind her in a dancers pose. Her left hand would slink up along his inner thigh, forearm grazing the crotch of his pants as her fingers hooked about his hip. Her right hand, gripped the shirt at his chest as she tilted her head back to look at him. “Now grip my braid and pull just a bit and that will be our shot.” Again, she did her best to look pleading as her mouth formed an oh and her brow furrowed. It wasn’t just the photographers picture that was snapping, several people in line began to take pictures as the flashbulb went off.
 
Of the many things playing on Miles' natural anxiety, Ahnika's reaction to the convention was chief among them though part of him was glad it was a more general sci-fi convention than a straight up gaming convention as usually was the case. Though at least for that particular worry it seemed his fears were misplaced as she seemed unsure of which direction to head in first, taking his hand and pulling him along through the crowd as she asked what was planned for Sunday. "I'm uh.. Not sure.. I think it's some actors or authors doing book and poster signing.."

Not that he had much time to really think back on it as Ahnika seemingly found her destination of choice as she tugged him along toward a Star Wars themed booth and as most everyone in the line had a costume on it wasn't hard for him to figure out this was for photos. Initially it hadn't been on his mind amid all the other things, large and small driving his anxiety but he began to wonder how people would see the two of them, especially given how she was leaning in toward him, her eyes on him as she twirled a curl of his hair around one of her fingers asking if he minded them skipping the gaming.

With a shake of his head before he spoke and remembering how annoying the queues were he wasn't really missing much. "No.. It's not usually worth the wait.. Unless you are so desperate for thirty minutes of something.. I'd rather just wait for the thing to release properly.. Not usually a four hour queue for it then." Before he really had time to explain it further the line had moved far enough forward for it to be their turn as he was tugged into place and posed like a plastic action figure almost as Ahnika seemed to be really getting into it.

The first pose was fairly simple even if it made him feel a little self conscious with his arm around her mid-section and the prop laser gun making it look as if he had captured her. The flash partly blinded him leaving him blinking with a bright spot in front of his eyes as Ahnika began posing him for an apparently more elaborate shot for the second one. She shifted and tugged him into an almost aggressive posture and for a moment or two he wondered what on Earth she had in mind for this second one though it didn't take him long to figure it out though luckily for him he didn't have time enough to blush at just how provocative it was.

She was slipped around him, on the floor with her hands climbing his thighs as she instructed him to hold her braid and tug on it a little, completing the very image of an imperial office capturing in his opinion the best looking Princess Leia around compared to all the others anyway. The flash went off along with nearly a dozen more from around them as he realised Ahnika had caused quite a stir with her risque pose, the murmuring of the crowd around them made him blush as they held the pose for what felt like several minutes but in fact was only forty odd seconds.

Miles could still feel her hand occasionally lingering over his crotch before the photographer thanked them and ushered them aside for others in line as they were moved behind the booth to actually retrieve their pictures. Ahnika was the one guiding him once again though as the number of flash bulbs still had him blinking on top of his blush, as he spoke whilst they awaited the pictures to be completed.

"That was uh.. Well.. You probably just became the best Princess Leia here today.. Uh.. Not that you weren't already but that would confirm it to anyone else I think.." He said realising the compliment was a tad clumsy even for him further intensifying his blush to the point his freckles all but vanished beneath the glowing hue of his skin.
 
Ahnika had loved posing Miles. She hadn’t paid any mind at all to the other flashes of cameras, or the murmer from behind them in line and outside of the line, to her it was only a nuisance, something to ignore as she was given free reign of playing with Miles. He had blushed. She wondered what he might have done had she not gripped about his hip but slid her hand down lower to grip at his belt, or lower still.

The thought had her grinning and slowing as she waited to get the pictures. Her rear pressed just a bit backwards as she paused, glancing behind her as she bumped up against his crotch. Her eyes would look back with a pretend shock within them at the accidental bump she purposefully caused. He was stammering, awe, giving her a complement.

Ahnika turned around, tilting her head to the side as she smiled and lifted her arms around Miles shoulders, “Awe, you are so sweet Miles.” She let her fingertips toy with the blush at his jaw and cheeks as she teased him, “but how do you know they weren’t jealous of me, with such a handsome captor.” She leaned in kissed his lips lightly, her eyes fluttering as she felt mouth upon hers before leaning towards his ear, “What do you think happened to Leia before she was rescued Miles?”

A throat cleared behind her and she turned around to see the photographer holding their pictures. Ahnika looked pointedly at the photographer and smiled before turning back to kiss Miles once more, this time longer, parting her lips to let her tongue glide over their surface before pulling back once more and moving to take the photos.

Keeping a hold of Miles’ hand, Ahnika took her time, looking at the booths, easily paused to find any that Miles wanted to look at. Her arm would often slip under his to lean her length against his as she watched a preview or gif, or a demonstration. “Oh look, you didn’t tell me there were competitions. What is this for?”
 
As if to juxtapose the intensely self conscious feelings Miles had from the level of attention Ahnika had drawn to them posing for their photo's, she seemed not to notice it, focusing more on him which gave him goosebumps just from the fact of it. The compliment he gave her seemed to be well received despite his clumsy delivery however that was not the thing drawing his attention right now as Ahnika had decided to press backwards against him.

For a long moment all he could feel even through the skirt portion of her outfit and the front of his trousers was too perfectly shaped, warm buttocks pressing into his crotch which immediately made his shaft practically spring to attention. Of course she seemed to be shocked by that but she soon turned around to thank him for the compliment, robbing him of any kind of spoken reply as her fingers played across his jaw, pointing out they may have been envious of her and not him.

"Well.. Uh.. Most girls.. Uh.. Women, don't pay me a second glance.. Or first glance.. Usually.." He said there was a hint of forlorn in his voice and an almost dull pain reverberating through it as if he had just accepted it as a fact. He tensed briefly as she fluttered a kiss against his lips before whispering in his ear the way she had done in the library, causing his blush to deepen once again as she asked him what he thought happened to Leia before her rescue.

"I.. Uh.. Well, I don't know, what do you think?" He said not really wanting to voice any of his Leia fantasies out loud despite feeling more comfortable with Ahnika than anyone else though a part of him wondered what he was even expecting to happen between them. His mind went back to the night of the party, the echoes of slick wet fingers beating along him seemingly echoing in his mind before both he and Ahnika was drawn back to reality by the photographer clearing his throat to hand them their photographs.

He barely clasped his fingers around his own copies when Ahnika kissed him, much more fully and even fluttered her tongue against his lips before pulling away and taking his hand again as they stepped back out into the crowds. She seemingly noticed one of the various competition style booths though out of a row of nearly a half-dozen various kinds from outfit contests, to raffles or guess the movie or soundtrack.

"Oh it's different everytime.. Usually they give away collectors items, signed posters, figurines, models, that kind of thing.." He replied as Ahnika lent against him each time they stopped to examine a screen showing a trailer or some other demonstration.

"Uhm, which do you want to go for..? Maybe I can win you the equivalent of the stuffed toy from one of them.. Though I think you may win the costume competition by default being so uh.. Well.." His blush deepened as his eyes roamed Ahnika from the gold trim to the bare flesh on display. "Well, perfect.. But the lady always gets to choose.." He said opting to show a little chivalry for what it may have been worth
 
Ahnika posed for Miles as his eyes roamed over her costume, her lip curling in a half twist as his blush deepened still over his face. Her arms lifted over her head, poised delicate fingers coiled as her hips twitched the belly outfit to dance. She had taken dance all throughout college until she had married and put it aside, but this was a time away from her every day life, and she gave in to the desire to flirt with Miles. Her hips danced in a figure eight as she twirled around. Her well-toned buttocks swirling in front of the cock she couldn’t get out of her head.

She had felt it. How could she not when she had accidently, purposefully caused him to bump into her, and now as she teased him she kept her dancing rear against him as she shifted her shoulders to the side to look at his blushing face. “Always the ladies choice…” She mimicked her eyes dancing as she watched him blush even more before she stilled.

Pointing towards one of the booths displaying contest prizes, Ahnika said, “I definitely want you to win me prize, I would love for you to win me a stuffed toy so I could sleep with it tonight.” Pointing her finger at a trivia one she grinned, “I think this one,” but rather than turning about and getting into to the rather long line, Ahnika moved towards the large display booth, almost as though she were going to go past it. She glanced back at him before dashing forward and immediately vanishing in the crowd. Seconds later a pair of hands would grip Miles’ upper arm as she tugged him behind the display booth, a sanctuary in the middle of a crowd of people.

Gripping the front lapel of the suit, she tugged him against her as she leaned into him. “I just wanted a few seconds alone,” she said as she pressed against him once more, leaning into him for another kiss. “You asked me what I thought they might have made Leia do before she was rescued. I say they had her do anything they wanted.” She gripped his hand in hers as she brought it to the front of the metal bra, where she would hold his hand to it unless he pulled away. “I think they would have watched as they made her get into this outfit.”

Sighing as she felt his fingers about the bits of gold cutting into her well endowed breasts she panted a bit faster as she said, “Can I jus…” Her hands moved down to where the jacket covered Miles’ pants, dipping her hand beneath to feel if she still had a lasting affect upon him. “You don’t mind do you? Before we go back out if I can just feel a little bit?”
 
To say Miles was becoming more than a little infatuated with Ahnika would be an understatement it felt right and yet wrong all at the same time to him, she was married afterall. The way her body moved as she put on a little dance for him, the subtle pull and relax of muscle beneath silky soft skin, the swaying shape of her buttocks all pointed to a grace that would draw anyone's eye making him wonder why her husband seemed to pay her so little attention. Did he view her as an accessory or trophy? Was something more sinister or callous at work?

He was snapped out of his reverie when she bumped against him and stopped moving pointing out it was always the ladies choice before opting to have him try and win her a prize to which he nodded. For a split second Ahnika ducked through the crowd and seemingly vanished leaving a stunned and blinking Miles to wonder what was actually happening before a hand tugged his upper arm and he found himself in a space between the booths. The loud ambiance was of course still present but they were away from all eyes, a small oasis of privacy in a crowd of hundreds, possibly thousands.

He didn't have to wait long as to the reason as she leaned against him after tugging him closer and kissed him, a sensation which made him almost forget where they were as she brought back the question of what he thought happened to Leia before her rescue. Miles couldn't find his voice as she took his hand and placed it straight onto one gold decorated breast, the feeling of that soft warm mound even with the interfering outfit sent a series of wanton hot throbs through his already aching shaft, even his hand felt tingling knowing it was her breast he was holding.

He wanted to say something, anything but all he could do was stare, wide-eyed with a terrified blush as he gingerly squeezed the breast in his hand even as Ahnika's fingers dipped between his thighs, stroking down over the rock hard shape in his trousers. If anything he probably felt twice as hard as the night in the back of the SUV, he stood there, gulping and swallowing in a vain attempt to find his voice again.
 
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