Natasha's Awakening by J. A Melville

turned on before that I’ve wanted a woman to get me off in a public place.” He told her.
    Natasha smiled, bending forward to touch her lips to Eric’s. His lips parted deepening the kiss and she leaned into him, opening her mouth, her tongue sliding over his teeth curling around his.
    Eric pulled back, raising his hand to cup Natasha’s cheek. “I can taste myself on you.” He said.
    Natasha grinned at him. “So do you like yourself?” she asked him.
    Eric frowned, “I’m not too sure about that one sweetheart.” He grimaced and Natasha laughed.
    She turned away from him to pick up her wine glass and took a sip. Eric watched her, his gaze fixed on her. “How about we get out of here now.” He said.
    Natasha nodded, “Yes please Eric, let’s go.”
    He zipped up his trousers and rearranged his clothes again, managing to look like nothing had happened.
    Eric stood up stepping aside to let Natasha out of the booth styled seating. Once she stood alongside of him, he took her hand possessively before parting the curtains so they could both step through and into the main part of the restaurant. He dropped her hand for a moment to hook the curtains back open again then reached out to Natasha, who slipped hers into his strong, warm grip.
    She glanced up at his profile as they walked out of the restaurant and she was pleased to see him looking relaxed. Obviously giving him a blow job had improved his mood. Eric glanced sideways at her, his smile widening and he squeezed her fingers.
    They left the restaurant, walking across the vast foyer of the hotel, heading for the bank of elevators. As they passed the hotel’s function room Natasha could hear the sound of music coming from within and there was a board out the front advertising the artist who was performing.
    As they got closer Natasha suddenly stopped dead and Eric was forced back to where she stood since their hands were still joined.
    “What is it baby?” He asked.
    “Oh Eric please, can we go inside?” she asked excitedly. “Look who it is.”
    Eric’s eyes dropped to the board, reading the artist’s name. “He’s a Neil Diamond impersonator Natasha. I didn’t know you liked Neil Diamond.”
    “I know it’s just an impersonator Eric, but I love Neil Diamond’s music. Maybe he won’t be that good but I want to go in and listen, just for a little while.” She looked up at him, her face alight with excitement.
    Eric laughed softly at Natasha’s enthusiasm, “Ok, come on,” he pulled on her hand and they walked through the doors leading into the function room. The room was huge, the lighting dim except for the lights that shone down on the man singing up on stage. There was a large dance floor in front of the stage, and there were several couples dancing to the music, while others sat at the tables around the room watching the performance.
    Natasha took the lead, searching for a table close to the dance floor and finally found one not too far back from the stage. While she made herself comfortable in one of the chairs, Eric left for the bar to get them something to drink. Natasha started moving in time to the music, loving the songs. Ok, he might not be the real Neil Diamond, but he was pretty good. She tapped along to Sweet Caroline, before Eric appeared at their table, drinks in hand. He sat down by her side, placing her Bacardi and coke in front of her.
    While they sat and listened, they sipped on their drinks. Eric’s hand dropped down between them, finding Natasha’s hand and tucking it into his warm grasp. He rested their entwined hands on his thigh as he settled back to watch the performance. Natasha continued to sip her drink, feeling the effects of it slowly spreading throughout her body, making her feel less shy. She twisted hers and Eric’s hands until she could reach his thigh with the back of her hand and slid it up towards his groin.
    Eric tightened his grip on her hand, “Oh no you don’t.” He warned her, his lips against her