We were only one drink in. The two of them on the opposite side of the booth from me. One solitary drink each and I could already feel myself blushing. What started as gentle hints of red on my cheeks grew progressively deeper and deeper in shade. The way she toyed with her hair as she hung on his every word. The gradual change in his voice as the two of them slid closer anf closer together. There was a delightful pain in the corners of my mouth from the way they made me smile. That smile growing more and more into a lip bite with every devilish glance James’ eyes shot into mine as his strong, firm hand moved gradually up underneath Leah’s short, black skirt. The gentle movement of his fingertips dancing visibly from the outside of her skirt, like a silhouette of the promise ahead.
I tried everything to eminate an air of composure and calmness. I’m sure now, looking back, that they could sense just how difficult it was to hide my excitement. Leah looked delectable. Her long straight brunette hair glistening in the dim light of the bar. Her hypnotic grey eyes refusing to leave James’ face. My boyfriends face. Leah may have only been 5’1 but watching my boyfriends finger tips tease their way up her thigh felt like forever. A wonderful, torturous forever. Leah parted her legs just slightly. Just enough to let me know exactly where James’ touch had landed. She took her gaze away from James’ for the first time in a while. She looked at me. Those lustful grey eyes, eyelids fluttering slowly, conveying the pleasure James’ touch was giving her. My James.
The way James was sat. The way he explored the light curves of leah’s bodies. It portrayed a certain ownership. She belonged to him. Her mind. Her heart. Her body. All of her. And she was willingly giving all of herself to him. All of this in front of me. In front of everyone in the bar. To them I was probably the odd third wheel, but to me, I was in heaven.
My face was now completely flushed. My hands grip on my handbag tightening with every second that they got more and more lost in each other. My thighs locked tightly together. In some way to deny myself. And yet that closed feeling around my wetness tonly made me even more aware Leah must have been feeling between her thighs. Knowing the way James can work his fingers. Knowing Leah would have been melting into his touch. Craving him.
One drink. Just one. And I was acutely of how dry my throat was. I would try to take sips but watching their longing glances. Their stolen touches. It all just kept my throat dry. In all the excitement it gradually became harder to swallow. Suddenly, I was deeply aware of my entire body. My body missing his touch. Envying Leah. Almost jealous. And yet, those feelings only served to make me even worse. Even more excited. Even more aroused. Even wetter.
His gentle touches turned to something else. A sexual ferocity burned in the blue of his eyes. Almost animalistic. He slipt his hand carefully from Leah’s thighs, from under her skirt and brought them dominantly to her mouth. Leah’s eyes looked up and deep into James’. she slowly, teasingly…softly, wrapped her delicate, cherry red lips around his index finger. James’ grinned at the devotion and need in Leah’s eyes. At the feeling of her playfully sucking his finger. Twirling her tongue agonisingly suggestively around the tip. The two pulled away slightly. James stood up and cupped his fingertips around her chin. Leaning in and whispering something into Leah’s ear. My body shivered electeically with anticipation and excitement. He took his hand away from her and decisively leaned forward towards me. My stomach blew into a fireworks display of butterflies. Nervousness and exhilaration filled every fibre of my being. Was this really going to happen. My fantasy come to life. James removed the flute stemmed glass from between my slightly quivering hands, setting it down slowly onto the table. He leaned in closer to me. Whispering close enough to feel his breath against my earlobe. That feeling sending a warm, delightful feeling between my thighs. “We’re leaving.”
It was dark in the back of the car. But i could make out Leah’s hand teasing James, bulge as he drove. James obviously managed to notice me staring too. ‘”She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
James’ knew my answer. He knew how attractive I found Leah. A living Goddess I think I had described her as previously. And he knew that. He remembered that. He knew I knew he felt exactly the same way about her. ” she’s Incredibly beautiful, James'” I mutter shyly.
“Prettier than Ellie, sir?” Leah smiled.
“Of course you are Leah. There’s a reason that you’re riding in the front”.
There was that warm feeling again. Even more electric than before.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/128d7m5/becoming_the_quean_losing_him_to_leah_part_1
This was amazing