Rachel and Chris

We went to a quite, upscale jazz club afterwards where we sat side by side in a banquet type table. As we conversed, our body touching turned up a notch with Rachel taking the lead in most everything. It wasn’t long before we shared some very tender kisses but knowing we were in public, held back from too much display.
Under the table was another matter. I had my hand underneath Rachel’s dress on her smooth thighs and was using the side of my hand to apply pressure to her clit through what felt like very lacy panties. She smile widely and pushed against my hand with her hips as she clearly enjoyed the attention.
Meanwhile, her left hand had made it inside my slacks and was massaging my hard cock with my slick semen. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. Fortunately I require a good bit of pressure to come so I wasn’t very worried about releasing in my pants. I was, however, worried about Rachel.
It was clear that she was near orgasm and from the discreet whimpers that had began to escape from her sexy lips, I was afraid she might let loose with a full out scream when she reached her peak. I pressed harder and wiggled my hand faster as she clamped her thighs tightly.
And, just as I was looking at her angelic face, her eyes shot open to full width and her body motions ceased. I quickly pulled her head to my chest and held her tightly as she came with small quakes rippling through her body. She didn’t scream, but to anyone who had been watching her directly it was clear what had just happened.
“How was that?” I asked quietly while holding her against my chest.
She answered by squeezing my cock, which she had stopped massaging as her climax was building. Then she lifted her chin up and kissed me while gazing into my eyes.
“What a sexy and incredible girl,” I kept thinking to myself as I took a napkin and discreetly placed it under the table and into her hand rubbing my cock. She took the hint and used it to clean up much of the semen that was coating me and her small hand.