21 part 1

While Amrita had been busy in the steam room with Bobby and Paul, and Charlie hand been fetching Rob and Claire, Simone had been helping Ana get some food together. When everyone was back in the sitting room Claire and Rob gave them their clothes.
As soon as they were all dressed again they went through to the dining room to eat. Tasha took the seat next to Jackson. As she sat she gave his thigh a squeeze and winked at him. Jackson raised his eyebrows and grinned. He shuffled a little closer. Tasha slid her hand further up. Everyone was sitting around them, but no one could see under the table. Tasha and Jackson helped themselves to food and started eating with the others. But Tasha had her hand back on his thigh, rubbing and squeezing. Jackson opened his legs and leaned back a little. Tasha made quick work of his fly and eased her fingers in. She smiled when she realised that he was commando. Jackson blinked, but kept composed. He shifted so she could get her hand right in. Tasha took a proper hold of him and started moving her hand around.
Jackson took a deep breath and put his own hand on her thigh. Tasha looked across to him and grinned. He pushed his hand up, and up. When he was at the top of her thigh he realised that he wasn’t the only one with no underwear. He grinned and shot his fingers quickly up into her. Tasha gave a little yelp, she hadn’t been expecting that! Amy shot her a look, but said nothing, no one else noticed.
Tasha grabbed him more firmly and started to pump him properly. Jackson was trying to eat, but every time he went to put something in his mouth Tasha squeezed. Oh, like that was it? He moved his fingers around more and more, and pushed his thumb in as well for good measure. Tasha grabbed the edge of the table. She pumped his harder and faster, and he upped his pace also. Fuck, she was going to come right there, at the dining table, in front of everyone! She glanced across to Jackson. He was trying not to respond either. But she could see his hand balled up in his fist.
When Jackson gently squeezed her clit Tasha felt it start to build. She gripped the table harder. Jackson moved his fingers around more, and then curled them. Tasha gave a squeak and had to hold her breath. She was coming, hell was she! And she could do nothing but sit there. She felt Jackson start to throb in her hand, he was banging his hand on his thigh. He was there to.
A few seconds later he leaned over to whisper to her.
‘Bedroom, ten mins.’