The Stallion by Georgina Brown

The expressions of everyone there were symptomatic of the fantasies each one was enjoying in their minds.
    All eyes relished the pertness of her nipples, which were outlined like rare etchings through the thin material of her dress.
    Their eyes travelled down to her waist and over the curve of her belly. Only Reggie could see any further. His eyes alighted on her lap. His breathing was quick and hot, his hand slightly sweaty upon her thigh, but pleasant.
    With daring borrowed from the headiness of the wine, she opened her legs slightly and with one hand hitched her skirt a little higher. She heard Reggie suck in his breath as her own Black Forest came shyly into view; no more than a mass of darkness between the creamy flesh of her thighs.
    Sidelong, she smiled at him, saw gratitude in his eyes and was rewarded for her efforts by his fingers edging stealthily over the soft satin of her inner thigh before tangling amongst her dusky hidden hair.
    His lips were wet now. He licked them dry and smiled at her. Alistair talked to Auberon in the background, Nadine adding her more tart comments.
    Yet somehow their talk was nothing more than a shadow, a mime they were going through as if to put her at her ease, to let her enjoy, to indulge and to arouse. There was more yet to come.
    ‘I raise my glass to you,’ he said with gentlemanly politeness, whilst the fingers of his right hand divided her feathered lips and touched lightly on her throbbing clit. ‘I think you are a charming young woman, a great asset to this establishment and the association.’
    ‘Association?’ she queried. Her questioning tone merely disguised the moan that had escaped from her throat along with the word. She was wet, aroused and couldn’t help her legs from opening wider. He took advantage of the opportunity. There was one finger now either side of her clitoris, each one folding her labia away from her innermost treasures.
    He winked in a boyish way that complemented his handsome patrician features. A gold bracelet slid down his wrist as he raised his glass again.
    ‘To you, young lady – and your association with everyone here.’
    The two fingers slid towards her secret portal, dipped neatly in, retreated, then dipped again.
    She was aware of her own breath quickening, her breasts rising and falling against her bodice, their curving edges peering out from the restriction of her dress like twin crescent moons. She was also aware that conversation had ceased, that she was the subject of silence and all-seeing eyes. But she didn’t care. She was too far gone to care; too far along the road to a mind-shattering orgasm that she badly yearned for.
    He drained his glass, she drained hers. She liked this man. Like Alistair, the power he possessed made her feel good and secure. She lifted her glass and held it to the light so the wine turned pink against the lead crystal and the light from the chandeliers. As she twirled it, rainbow colours shot through each sharp cut prism of glass and threw its beam upon her face. Like people, she thought; or, at least, like the people here. White on the surface, but composed of many colours, with many facets.
    ‘Is she very wet, Reggie darling?’ Nadine asked suddenly.
    Penny gasped, glanced swiftly at Alistair’s sister, then back, almost in a fit of pleading, to Reggie’s face.
    ‘Very wet, Nadine darling, very wet indeed. Just a little more effort, and this little pussy will come.’
    Penny was speechless, as much from her mounting orgasm as from the sudden realisation that everyone there knew exactly what they were doing and, from the sound of it,
had
done all along.
    ‘Then bring her off, darling. Right now!’
    Like the prisms of light that had reflected so richly from the glass, the faces of those around Penny spun in a blur of colour as two fingers of Reggie’s right hand pushed further into her. Never mind that everyone was watching. She was beyond caring. In an effort to capture the full impact of his