"So, we're quite alone," Alice smiled. Her hand fell to his thigh and as he poured the wine, she caressed up his leg till her fingertips found his hardening cock.
"Sometimes children Leslie's age can be very difficult where sexual jealousy is concerned," James said after having thought it over. He wondered if Alice knew anything about the intensity of children's passion – such as Leslie's. He wondered what her reaction would be to his current and developing sexual involvement with his young daughter.
"Oh, James, I'm sure she'll like me. I didn't say she wouldn't. But her jealousy is sure to be there unless she's an exceptional child – and I mean exceptional."
James thought Leslie was exceptional and he said so. He placed Alice's glass on the table. Then his hand slipped under the tablecloth and his fingers came into contact with her warm silky flesh. Alice parted her legs slightly and James was now petting and stroking the soft inside of her thighs. Alice was looking at him thoughtfully as she stroked and fondled his penis, still inside his trousers.
"Young girls, while we're on the subject, James, are strange where jealousy and sex is concerned. Take me, for example…"
"I'd take you anywhere," he laughed.
"I wish you would," she laughed back. "God, I'm getting horny all over again. Play with my cunt, James."
"Slide down your hot pants, Alice, down to your knees, okay?"
"Oh, James, just your asking me to do that makes me want to come all over your fingers."
She raised up, and in seconds his hand was caressing her bare bottom globes and sneaking between her thighs as she took down the hot pants and stepped out of them. Now she was naked from the waist down, the tablecloth protecting her from view had there been anyone watching – but there was no one.
"This is so sexy, sitting half-naked in a public restaurant. Oh, I love it! I love it, James. Put your fingers up inside my slit. It's so hot, James. So wet and hot, darling."
James Groten turned his body halfway. Now he was facing her. His right hand was caressing the top of her hare buttocks. His left hand was under the tablecloth. His fingers were squirming between her parted thighs. She was caressing her breasts lightly as she lay with her head thrown back. Her eyes were closed, in ecstasy. Her pink tongue kept flashing over her open lips. She was breathing deeply, writhing as his fingers worked her into a frenzy of passion.
"Oh, James, not too much, darling. Oh, I'll come, I'll come… if you keep jabbing your thumb in like that!"
"Okay, let's just talk then and you enjoy yourself, okay?"
"Yes, it's so nice and quiet in here. I kind of like this place." She looked up at him. They kissed silently. "Want me to tell you about myself when I was a young girl your daughter's age, James? I can illustrate what I mean what I think about jealousy."
"I'm interested. Go on."
"Well, when I was about fifteen, my father had remarried. My stepmother was a real beauty. My mother was nice and sweet but she was never beautiful. Until she died, my dad and she got along perfectly. Well, anyway…"
"I was jealous as all hell. I liked my stepmother for a while before they got married, but after that, I was so envious I could cry myself to sleep. Everything she did, I emulated. I was a real copycat, just so my father would take some notice of me, see?"
"Well, one day my stepmother had an emergency call to go back to Wisconsin, I don't remember the reason now, no death in the family, nothing like that, but it was an important reason."
"James, the minute she was gone, I started to seduce my own father. Can you believe that?"
James Groten nodded. Yes. He could believe that!
"Well, and this may shock you, I did everything I could imagine to get him excited. I was big enough to wear Donna's sexy clothes, that's my stepmother, and her high heels fit me – so did her bras. Indeed, I was very similar to her physically except I wasn't as mature as I am now," she smiled. She looked down at his hands as they were caressing her full ripe breasts. James had unraveled the thin leather thongs lashing her skimpy bolero jacket together and now her luscious globes were fully exposed. Her petal-soft flesh and her sharp pointed nipples responded as he caressed.
"Oh, James, your fingers feel so wonderfully deep up inside my cunt. Oh, God, this is utter bliss sitting here petting like this. My slit's so juicy, huh?"
"It's dripping, Alice."
"Is it hot up there deep inside, James?"
She let out a long breath. She stretched and again put her head on his shoulder. She continued: "Well, one day about a week before Donna was due back from Madison, Daddy and I were alone in the house. We had a one-day-a-week maid then and I knew my father was balling her. I never got a chance to watch, but I heard them fucking more than once. He didn't know this."
"She was supposed to come this Wednesday, but for some reason she couldn't make it. I saw how disappointed my father was. I felt sorry for him, but at the same time I was so hot to hug and kiss him, to feel his prick, to touch his balls, I was going out of my mind with frustration."
"That night I pretended to be ill. I complained about my lower, back hurting and a stomach ache at the same time. You can see what I was up to, huh, James?"
He laughed. Now his head was bent. He was taking turns sucking on each luscious breast. She had his cock out and, as she'd been talking, she was jerking it off slowly as she squirmed her naked buttocks on the leather seat.
"As usual, he took his shower. When he came out of the bathroom, I called him. Before getting undressed, I chewed-up a hot pepper, which always immediately raised my body temperature. This night it was perfect. I was actually sweating, but I was in no pain unless you can say that my cunt was in agony for somebody else's fingers – or, as I secretly hoped, my own father's handsome prick. James, don't you think I'm awful?" she asked.
"No, no, not at all. It's a devious way to go about it, but it's not that unheard of, I'm sure, Alice."
"Well, anyway… he came into my bedroom. I was wearing only my pale yellow panties. You could see right through them, my brown pussy hair, even the crease of my pussy lips, because they were such a tight fit in my crotch. They were at least half a size too small for me."
"I told him where my hurt was and asked if he didn't think a little massaging would make it go away. From the look in his eyes, James, I knew he suspected nothing!"
"He sat down on the bed next to me. I was covered with a light sheet. He took this down. I kicked it the rest of the way. I was on my belly."
"He told me I had a lovely behind, so curvy. I remember that. He patted it lightly. Then he began to massage the small of my back gently, going in lazy but firm circles up my back, then down to my buttocks. Each time his fingers would caress my buttocks I would squirm and sometimes moan as if it hurt more there than it did up higher."
"He didn't catch on at all. He began to rub my buttocks and I began to squirm and moan all the more. Then I opened my legs wider and I knew he'd find it difficult to resist. The next thing I knew I felt his fingers going between my ass cheeks and now I was moaning in sheer pleasure, believe me."
"I knew my cunt was getting soaking wet and I knew he could feel it as he rubbed. He also caressed my thighs and now and then he would lean over and kiss my shoulders. All the while he kept asking me if I was feeling any better and maybe I should take another couple of aspirins to knock down the fever."
"Well, when I slowly rolled over on my side, then onto my back, I knew I had him. He took one look at my swollen breasts and he couldn't resist. He ran his fingers over them lightly. He kept avoiding my eyes. His other hand was caressing my stomach. I kept opening and closing my legs. My cunt was soaking wet by this time, really gooey."