"Oh Ron…" she sighed. She longed for his touch, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine.
Between her legs, high up at the moist spot of her triangular "vee", she was already getting wetter and wetter as Ron's fingers moved steadily up.
"Oh…" she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her darkly hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there! Perhaps after the lunch was over they would leave and go to one of their apartments to be alone!
Ron's fingers advanced across the bare top of Arlene's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the moisture of her trembling secret cunt.
"Ooooooooh!" Arlene cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Arlene felt in her loins.
"Remember the last time I spanked you?" Ron suddenly inquired, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Arlene know that he was excited too. Yes, she remembered all too well the last time he had spanked her. It had been the last time they made love, and she seemed to still be able to feel the sharp blows that he had rained upon her nakedly quivering buttocks. Their whiteness had shone up at him in the privacy of his bedroom as she lay crying and trembling across his knees. After each painful slap, he had slipped his fingers between her legs and created a flurry of pleasure inside her tightly clenching vagina. She wondered with a start if he planned to do something to her riot now… right there!
"Yes, darling, I remember!" she replied.
She remembered, too, the way he had first brought her to a breathless climax… that night in Grandville when he had sought to punish her for meddling in the Cassidy affairs. Ron had taken her to his room then and angrily stripped and beaten her bare buttocks, and had been totally surprised to have her reach a tumultuous orgasm that way! She too had been surprised, and it had been the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between them.
She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were curling inside her stylish boots. It was so exciting when he spoke to her this way! But she was unprepared for his next words.
"The Senator's hot for you," he said, continuing his lazy friction up between her cream-like white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. I can see to it that we're left alone long enough, and it will mean he's ours!"
In spite of herself, Arlene bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young lawyer was saying, and she knew that he had probably assessed the situation perfectly accurately. Senator Grotter would certainly fall right into their laps if they were to play up to his sexual nature. He had never asked anything of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to traverse her elegantly-clothed body.
She felt a rush of anger as she saw Senator Grotter returning from the men's room. There was no time to answer.
Ron whispered, "Just follow my lead… go along with what I say. I know I can count on you!"
Arlene felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Ron had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Senator Grotter was right there at the table now, sitting back down.
It must be perfectly obvious why Ron is twisted toward me like that with his hand beneath the table, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much wine. She was relieved when Ron finally removed his hand, but then she saw him get up and go to the connecting door. She knew he was going to make sure that no one came into the room for a certain amount of time. The brandy glasses had already been served, along with the demitasse coffee, although Senator Grotter had insisted on American coffee and was downing a big cup of it.
While Ron was temporarily away from the table, Arlene could feel the Senator leering at her, and she met his gaze across the table with a frank stare of her own. He was an unattractive man of about 55 or so, portly with jowls and a girth befitting a man of his status. No young and dashing senator like Tim Cassidy was he, and it occurred to Arlene that he must resent the younger man terribly. She had only met Senator Grotter once before, and she had no love for the man, knowing him to be a wily and dangerous in-fighter among the sharks of Washington. Now she looked at him for the first time in a different light. What was Ron going to require of her? She didn't possibly see how she could have anything to do with him that involved getting closer than she was right now. Then she remembered that Ron had said something about "putting on a show"… but in the confused state of mind that followed her lover's strange suggestion, Arlene didn't know what to think.
Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation, she saw Ron returning and locking the door behind him as he entered the back room of La Fourchette.
He said not a word as he sat down again beside Arlene, but she knew that he had arranged it all, and that within moments he would set out to gain Senator Grotter's favors. A terrible sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Ron's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. He had resumed with an additional bottle of red wine, and suggested that they all drink heartily. The Senator's eyes twinkled and his booming laugh filled the room. Had Ron spoken to him before? Did he know what was to come, when she herself didn't?
Ron's middle finger surged close to the already seeping spot high between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the darkly curling pubic hairs and inserting the thick digit into the moisture of her trembling cunt.
Was Ron using her? Or were they as a team setting out to accomplish something that was absolutely necessary? She could not decide, and the indecision started an odd kind of fatalism working in her brain. She drank more of the mellow smooth-tasting wine and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising heat within her loins as Ron's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when all along she was certain that Senator Grotter knew what was happening under the table. Then abruptly the conversation turned from the innocent topic of the decor of La Fourchette to more explicit things.
Ron spoke to her in a tone of voice that she knew well. It meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point. That he wanted to take her forcefully and hard, that he wanted her to yield to his strong handsome arms, to let him grind out his lust upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff out a candle with the rock-hard stiffness of his demanding cock!
"How does that feel up in your little hot pussy?" he asked. Arlene flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Senator Grotter was flushing with emotion across from her.
"It… it feels…" she began. She must not let him down… since it had all started anyway, she must somehow see it through! His finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of her hidden vagina.
"Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so that his finger rose into the moist and sensitive pit of his elegantly-dressed assistant's vaginal orifice.