At the table, I watched in amazement how easily and calmly Claire conducted herself through the main course as if nothing had happened in the restroom. She chatted gaily, changing the subject subtly whenever a lull in the conversation appeared, laughing meaningfully at the men’s jokes and listened avidly to their tall stories. Watching her, I couldn’t help admiring her and thinking she was a perfect actress.Then without warning, I saw her place a foot in my man’s lap during dessert and watched his eyes grow as big as saucers. Shocked, he looked for my reaction and was even more surprised when I winked at him.“What’s the matter, Johnny boy?” Claire asked, as her shoed foot pressed harder into his crotch. “Cat got your tongue?” His face searched mine for a clue and found none.“I didn’t know this dinner was… a prelude,” he said slowly, dangerously.“Oh you’re talking about this?” she asked, applying more pressure, causing my man to hiss out loud. “Don’t worry about Bonnie here, Darling.. .”She looked down and gulped.“Cock…”I reached down, trying to pull my trunks back up before she closed the distance. I was certain she would hit me. With my swimsuit still around my ankles, I cowered, bracing my elbows up, certain she would start swinging. Instead, Mandy reached over me, letting me peak through tight red top, marveling at the skin revealed in that simple stretch. “Who is it huh? Who’s got that… that… thing so hard. Oh fuck me! I didn’t even notice what your sister was wearing. I wonder what she’ll say when I tell her. I bet-”“No!”“I think I’m going to…”“It’s not her! I didn’t… it wasn’t…”I took a deep breath, knowing what she suggested was so much worse. “Bullshit.”“No! No, it was you.”“Bullshit. I wasn’t even out there.”“You gotta believe me,” I stammered, nearly crying. “I didn’t mean to! I’ve had a crush on you since, since back when we were friends. I didn’t mean it. I just… I saw your ass, you were adjusting, and I…”“Okay, okay… okay so wow….”She settled back,.
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