The lounge was crowded, but it always was on nights like this. She glanced around until she located the table where her friends sat and then continued to scan the crowd looking for him. He wasn't in the lounge yet, which sent a twinge of anticipation through her body. She wasn't a patient girl and she was juiced up and ready to go.
She was dressed in a simple sundress, offering up just the right amount of leg and just a little too much cleavage. A tiffany's key dangled between her breasts, drawing the eyes where she wanted him to notice. Under the dress she wore some sexy boy shorts and a black bra. The underwear was a deviation from her norm when she was meeting him, but since she was anticipating it to get very moist between her thighs long before he could touch her she decided they were best.
As she sat with her friends and poured some wine they lapsed into a comfortable conversation. Her mind drifted to the small vibrating egg that was placed against her clit, waiting for him and she scanned the crowd again.
She saw him enter the room, with several other men. He glanced around and their eyes caught each other. A small smile graced his lips but there was no other sign of recognition from either of them. The group sat several tables away and to the left. They had the perfect view of each other and that was the point.
Her friends were talking to her again. Sliding out of the fantasy that was building in her she realized that they were talking about the group of men that just walked in. Sexy in a business casual way, a couple nice bodies' and a set of blue eyes that could make your pussy swell. She knew those eyes, she'd seem them up close and personal many times, but she said nothing and added a non-committal shrug as her answer. The heat that radiated from her sex told another story though, God how she wanted him!
As if in answer to her silent story she was jolted with a vibration against her clit, a short burst of pure pleasure. She struggled to maintain a straight face. As quick as it came it stopped and she relaxed.
His finger fiddled with his keys. An unassuming white square dangled from them, looking like any regular car starter, but this button juiced a much more sexual engine. As long as the line of sight wasn't interrupted he could push the button and cause the vibrator against her clit to start. He could make her orgasm right at that table, in front of her friends, in front of him. He was really getting off on that power trip. He shifted in his seat to better hide his growing erection.
He pushed the button again, like a pulse, a steady on and off of stimulius, but never enough to allow her to catch her breath. Her hand clenched into a fist and dropped from the table; the only sign that she was feeling anything at all. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, searching for the relief that would remain elusive. A warm flood flowed from her pussy, reminding her how good he could make her feel. Constantly reminding her that he was fucking her right now, even though he wasn't touching her.
He stopped as he watched her trace her finger down the line of her necklace and linger on her cleavage. He couldn't wait to suck her tits. He held his finger on the button, unwilling to stop. Her eyes closed, only for a moment, and his cock twitched, tight against his jeans.
The ding of a text message arrived on her phone. She glanced at it.
"Are you wet?" it said.
