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Jayne had, clearly weren’t mutually shared.
    A bolt of electricity which could only be interpreted as exhilaration shot through Jayne’s body. Ok, maybe she was bi, or at the very least was up for a fuck. Straight girls didn’t go around touching gay women like this – Or at least, Jayne had never known it to happen. Jayne usually loved playing things subtle, yet she sensed a different strategy would be required with Astrid. If indeed a strategy was required at all, for she seemed to be making moves on her – or at the very least was sending mixed signals. Sure, Astrid’s hand was even now resting on her thigh, but there was something not quite right. How could it be this easy? Perhaps she was simply gagging for a guaranteed climax from a woman who knew what she was doing? Maybe Jayne should simply relax and enjoy the evening, sitting next to a beautiful woman and seeing where things might lead.
    She knew she should capitalise on the small move made by Astrid and so Jayne’s hand wondered over Astrid’s thigh. The thin material of her dress prevented contact with her skin, so Jayne slid the fabric higher up her leg and placed her hand on the inside of her thigh. God this was exciting - The entire accounts department sat round the table, including the boss and a drooling Abdul, all the while Jayne and Astrid touched each other out of eyeshot of their colleagues. And it was safe to say Jayne no longer cared for that reference – She was hot, turned on and hoping for a release after leaving Bar Francois – The kind of release that could only be brought about by two fingers and a hot tongue.
    Jayne took hold of her wine, taking a small sip while rubbing the inside of Astrid’s thigh. The flesh was smooth and supple and she could not remember a time she’d been so brazen. Her fingers changed tact and now lightly grazed skin. She felt a shiver from Astrid as she glanced closer to her pussy.
    Abdul sat forlorn, making occasional texts on his phone while also taking any opportunity to stare down Astrid’s top, not that Jayne could berate him for that for she’d lost count of the amount of times she’d also taken any opportunity to do the same. Mr and Mrs Bateman were now at least engaged in conversation and since they sat opposite, Jayne was happy they were distracted from her busy hands below the table. The two love birds to the right of Jayne were so deeply involved in each other, she doubted they’d notice if she took Astrid right then and there on the table top. As long as Abdul didn’t notice anything untoward happening, mere feet from where he sat, then Jayne was happy to take the chance and have some fun.
    Astrid took a sip from her wine glass, while removing her hand from Jayne’s leg and placing it on her roaming hand. Astrid drew Jayne’s hand into her pussy, applying a small amount of pressure as if to say – do me .
    Jayne felt the moisture through what felt like lace underwear. But more than that, it was now obvious that this Goddess of a woman desired Jayne just as much. She felt lightheaded at the thought of having her naked in her bed. She rubbed a finger lightly over Astrid’s clit, who took her wine glass, tipped it back, taking in some of the fluid in order to disguise her naughty pleasure.
    Jayne moved a finger inside the fabric that clung to her pubic area, twirling it around her moist digit and giving it a tug, stretching the material before letting it snap back into position. The underwear smacking against Astrid’s soft skin made a high-pitched sound that Jayne only just made out. She smirked to herself and saw that Astrid also beamed with delight.
    “I’m going to the bathroom. Wait a minute and excuse yourself!” Astrid stood, squeezed passed Abdul and exited the booth.
    From the look on Abdul’s face, he took pleasure in having Astrid’s leg press against his knees as she left. He shamelessly turned his head, staring at her ass as she walked down the gangway toward the bathroom.