A Night to Remember

As they walked into the dining room, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. Brad had confessed his love for her, and she still hadn't processed her own feelings. But as she looked at him, she saw the adoration in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. The dinner table was set with fine china and crystal glasses, and the aroma of roasted chicken filled the air. Megan, Chelsea, and Heather were already seated, and they looked up as Maya and Brad entered. Megan's eyes narrowed, and Maya could sense her disapproval. "Hey, everyone," Brad said, his voice casual, as he pulled out Maya's chair for her. "Sorry we're late." Megan's gaze flicked to Maya, and then back to Brad. "We were just about to start," she said, her tone cool. As they sat down, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of awkwardness. But Brad seemed to sense it, and he reached out to take her hand. His fingers intertwined with hers, and he gave her a gentle squeeze. Maya's heart racing, she glanced around the table, trying to make small talk. But Brad's hand began to wander, his fingers tracing circles on her palm. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he started to caress her hand more intimately. Chelsea and Heather seemed oblivious to the tension, chatting away about their day. But Megan's eyes were on them, her gaze piercing. Brad's fingers slipped under the table, and Maya felt a rush of excitement. He started to finger her, his touch gentle but insistent. Maya's eyes met Megan's, and she saw a flash of anger. But she looked away, her face heating up. As Brad's fingers explored her, Maya's arousal grew. She couldn't help but respond to his touch, her body reacting to his intimate caress. And then, in a bold move, she reached under the table and started to give Brad a handjob. The dinner table was filled with conversation and laughter, but Maya and Brad were lost in their own little world. They exchanged furtive glances, their eyes locking in a passionate connection. Megan's voice cut through the air, her tone sharp. "Brad, can you pass the potatoes?" Brad's eyes flicked to Megan, and he smiled lazily. "Sure thing," he said, his voice husky. As he passed the potatoes, his fingers brushed against Maya's, sending a spark of electricity through her body. Maya's hand moved faster, her fingers stroking Brad's erection through his pants. The dinner table was a blur of food and conversation, but Maya and Brad were lost in their own private world of desire and passion. And as they sat there, hands touching under the table, they both knew that there was no turning back.