Draft from 2014(!!). As part of the short stories I was writing inspired by the show titles of the Hannibal TV series.
His fingers slid under her skirt to press against her pink panties.
Their table was empty, everyone else spilled onto the dance floor.
When he leaned in, his mouth close to her ear, she nibbled at her lip. His fingers just lingering there, a gentle pressure over her clit, hot through her panties.
“Would you let me lick you here? My tongue wetting your knickers, tasting your cunt through the fabric.”
She wasn’t sure. Or maybe she was as he pressed a little harder until she gave a breathy moan.
“You’d soak through and cover the seat beneath you. I’d enjoy the sounds you made as you let everyone hear your pleasure.”
She bit her lip a little harder, her eyes blind to the people dancing and moving around them.
“Then I’d stuff the soaked knickers in you mouth and fuck you while your spit and juice mingled.”
Her eyes drifted shut as his hand cupped her cunt.
“But you knew what I’d want to do when you put on my favorite knickers, didn’t you?”