Page 102 of Voyeur
“So, this is the place of your most recent sexual fantasies?” Silver asked.
Honor laughed a little as they walked into the bar.
“It’s not like that. It’s just that we were here on the date.”
Silver squeezed the hand she was holding and said, “Okay. Where were you sitting? Want to really recreate it?”
“Two barstools.” Honor nodded. “But it’s more crowded now than it was the last time I was here. Not sure we’ll find a seat.”
“We could dance, then go to the bathroom to take care of the main reason we’re here, and get a drink elsewhere.” Silver ran a fingertip up Honor’s arm.
“I like that idea, but there’s one whole stool empty. Let’s grab it and maybe another one will open up.”
Honor pulled Silver by the hand, feeling brave and unashamed that she was holding the hand of a woman out in public. She sat quickly on the stool to claim it and gave the woman sitting next to her a look that told her that Honor would be waiting for her to leave so she could steal that chair. The woman actually smiled at Honor and lifted her drink at her. Silver spread Honor’s legs and moved to stand between them.
“What are you having?” she asked, having not seen the exchange between Honor and the woman.
“Um… Martini?” Honor said.
Silver motioned for the bartender with practiced ease and ordered their drinks. The bartender went to work, and Honor placed her hand on Silver’s belt buckle.
“I didn’t wear anything.” Silver whispered into her ear. “Should I have?”
“No,” Honor replied. “You know what I want tonight.”
“I know you wore a skirt.”
“Easier.”
“I don’t have a problem slipping my hand into your jeans, Honor. I actually really love it.”
“So, you don’t want to slip your hand up my skirt?”
“No, I absolutely do,” Silver told her, and her hand moved to Honor’s inner thigh. “Right now.”
“Now? Here?”
Silver nodded, and her hand moved higher.
“It’s busy enough. No one will know that I’m getting you off. Press your face to my chest if you need to; pretend like you’re holding me.”
“I don’t know, Silver. I–” Honor stopped when Silver’s finger grazed her clit.
“Say no,” Silver said.
“I can’t,” she admitted.
Silver then ran her finger over Honor’s clit again, slipping it into the thong Honor had worn specifically for tonight.
“I can still take you into the bathroom, lift your skirt up, and fuck you until you beg me to stop if that’s what you want.”
The room was thick with bodies and, Honor thought, maybe the scent of sex or people desperate to meet someone for sex tonight. The music was loud. The people talking were even louder it seemed, and Silver’s hand was between her spread thighs, stroking Honor’s clit until Honor’s teeth were buried in Silver’s shoulder and she was coming hard, trying not to give herself away.
“Fuck,” she let out when Silver pulled her hand away and Honor watched her lick her fingers quickly before she reached for a napkin on the bar and wiped them off.
“I like your style.”
Honor turned to see the woman on the stool staring at them.