Teasing Affairs Under the Table

While everyone was absorbed in conversation, all I could do was focus on the hand that Raphael had placed on my lap. Without looking at me, he continued stroking my thigh leisurely. My heart skipped a beat in my chest and I almost let out a cry when his hand slipped underneath my skirt and begin stroking my thigh directly. The warmth of his hand made my skin feel even more sensitive than before as I tried desperately to press my thighs tightly together. Raphael was so evil and such a pro at pretending that nothing was going on as he continued to engaged our parents in conversation. On the other hand, I struggle to keep a straight face as my heart leapt in my chest and a throbbing ache formed in between my legs.