Chapter Three: Warm Palm; Cold Fingertips (mature)

I sat down quietly on the dining table. My eyes focused on my half cooked meat. Mr. Hemmings, Adelaide and my mother are talking about business and deals and I am pretty much sure that I am not interested to join or even listen to their conversation.

The Hemmings' house is very much how I expected it to be. Classy and Modern. Unlike our home which looked like a mansion from ancient greece.

My mother's eyes were focused on the silverware that was in front of her. I bet you didn't know but the look in her eyes and the way she smiled pretty much gave away that she was obviously intimidated. She hates being second. She always wants to be first. She is very much a perfectionist if its not yet obvious and I know for a fact that the Hemmings' silverware made her feel second for it was elegant and was obviously really made out of real silver.

I chewed on my asparagus as their talk went on and on and on.

"Business is booming-" Mr. Hemmings exclaimed,

"What exactly is your family business?" My nosy mother asked after drinking white wine from her glass.

"We own companies back in Australia."

"I see. And you Adelaide? What work do you do?" She asks.

I automatically face palmed myself for how rude her question was. I just wanted to sink 6 feet under the ground because of how insensitive she is.

"Real estate." Mrs. Hemmings answered with a smile.

I was sitted across my mom and Mrs. Hemmings. I dont know why Mr. Hemmings found his way to sit beside me.

The only reason why I wasn't moving and talking at all is because I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.

It is very unladylike like and inappropriate for me to fancy him or even look at him. This is the first time I felt something like this. Maybe because my whole life I was put into a place where I always hang out around girls. I was put into an all girls school ever since I could barely remember and at home my mother was always the only one in there besides our maids and Nana. Even my personal driver is a woman.

I never had a guy figure in my life. My father died when I was about 10 months old and I didn't have a brother. My sister, Katie. Married early and left home. I haven't seen her for 13 years now. I never had a chance to hang around boys and I never had a boyfriend which is weird for girls my age.

Mr. Hemmings is the only guy I see,  I mean.. Bad luck because of our age difference and the fact that he is married.

I was brought back to reality when I felt cold hands touching the skin on my upper thighs.

I immediately squirmed causing my mother to knit her eyebrows as she glared at me.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Hemmings asked me and I quickly nodded my head in panic.

I looked beside me and Mr. Hemmings was emotionless like he hadnt notice that his hands are rubbing my thighs.

I didnt know what to do or how to react.

His hands were rough, his palm is warm but his fingertips are cold and the sensation of his touch is making my insides ignite.

I wanted him to stop because it was just so wrong but I also wanted more.

What the actual fuck, Tatum!! My conscience scolded me,

I shook my head. This is really wrong. Fucked up wrong.

I placed my hand on top of his, trying to remove it but he wouldn't budge.

I looked at him with pleading eyes but he wasn't even looking my way. He was focused on nodding his head as he listens to my mother babbling.

I pushed his hands away multiple times but he keeps on placing it back.

His hands were moving higher finding his way in my inner thighs and I gulped at the feeling he is giving me.

This is very wrong but it felt so good. Really good.

His hands slipped under me and I could feel him finding my core on top of my panties.

He moaned loudly and his wife and my mother just thought of him answering them in a muffled tone.

His long fingers rubbed my sex and at first it hurt because it was dry. Then after awhile, it felt so good and slippery that I never want it to stop.

He was rubbing me and I can feel him under me doing a sloppy work. I couldn't stop biting my lips. How does rubbing oneself felt this awfully good?

I hold unto my chair tightly, my knuckles turning white.

My mother and Mrs. Hemmings kept talking about baking and food recipes and they didn't even have any fucking idea what Mr. Hemmings and I are doing.

His fingers made their way on my clitoris. He rubbed it very smoothly and gently and I wanted to arch my back so bad but I couldnt because of my mother.

He slipped my knickers to the side, one of his fingers inside me and that was it. I accidentally kicked the table making my mother and Mrs. Hemmings surprised.

I stood up from my seat, looking very nervous. "Im sorry. Please excuse me. I have to use the bathroom."