I sat there eating my dinner, while talking to Michael. His hand never left my thigh as I sat there enjoying my cheese sticks and potato skins. As soon as I finished, I decided to use the bathroom to freshen up. I leaned over to my husband and told him I would be back, then leaned over towards Michael. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, right up to the crotch of my jeans. I could just feel his hand pressing against my p***y as I put my mouth up next to his.
"I have to use the ladies room. Wait for a couple minutes. Meet me on the patio." I wanted to kiss his ear, but knew too many people were there for me to do that. I turned towards him, feeling his hand press harder against my p***y. As I slipped off the barstool, his hand fell away so that no one could see it.
When I got to the bathro
