I enter the bedroom dressed in only a towel. My hair is tied up but stray strands escape; damp from the shower. My face is flushed from the heat and the orgasm I have just experienced whilst playing with myself in the shower. I allow the towel to slip off my damp skin revealing my swollen, pert nipples, shaven pussy with the rose tattoo just above.
I pull on my black butterfly thong with the diamante back. Underneath I push the silver bullet of the remote controlled vibe into my still wet pussy and place the clitoral stimulator in a position to give me sensual thrills whilst we are out. I quickly play with the remote control to check it is working and give a little gasp as I feel the vibrations in my pussy and on my clit. I think longingly of the passion that is yet to come later that night. I give my nipples a quick squeeze before putting on my nipple rings. I put on my short, silky, silvery dress that barely covers my breasts. I put on my sparkly, high-heeled shoes and add a necklace to finish the look. I let down my long brown hair and look at myself admiringly in the mirror. I hope you will appreciate my look.
I come downstairs to find you waiting impatiently. You look at me appreciatively.
"It was worth the wait," you say as you look me up and down.
You look very sexy, dressed in smart trousers and a stylish shirt.
We leave the house and drive to the restaurant. As we are reading the menu I pass you the remote control box.
"You might like to try this out," I say with an innocent smile on my face.
"What is it?" you ask with a puzzled expression on your face.
"Try it and see," I suggest.
You press one of the buttons. I give a soft moan as I feel the sensual vibrations against my clit. You smile knowingly as you figure out the small box's function. You press another button and as the bullet inside my pussy buzzes softly I close my eyes feeling myself flush with the pleasure. I can feel the juices from my pussy start to flow even with just this slight stimulation.
"I think we're going to have lots of fun with this box of tricks!" you grin.
I pick up the menu and wonder which dishes I should eat to compliment how horny I feel. I am deep in concentration when a buzzing inside my thong catches me unawares and I sigh with pleasure at the tingling sensations building up in my wet pussy. Just at that moment the handsome waiter appears asking if we were ready to order. I can feel a blush forming, hoping that he is oblivious to the reasons for my gasps of pleasure. I catch you smiling at me and feel your hand on my thigh below the table, caressing my warm skin. I gently tap your hand off and place my order, feeling rather flustered and having the feeling that the waiter is talking to my flushed cleavage rather than my face. I allow myself to relax slightly while you give your order to the waiter.
"You're so cruel, giving me a thrill like that just as I was about to order," I reprimand.
"You didn't give any directions as to when I was to use it, it was fun watching you try to control your horniness," you wink sexily.
I am to realise that I have given you a dominance over me that I am powerless to control.
I am let off the hook as our starters arrive. We both notice the smile the waiter gives me as he puts down my plate.
"Seems I'm not the only one who appreciates your charms!" you observe.
"Well, he'd be mad not to!" I reply confidently as I sensually run my hands over the silky fabric covering my breasts, feeling my fingers arousing my nipples.
You laugh in amusement and I imagine your cock growing hard at the sight of my hard nipples showing through my dress.
We eat our starter and main meal chatting amicably, with lots of hushed laughter as we pay each other compliments. As the wine we are drinking takes it's effect on me I start to envisage the fun we'll have later and imagine your strong hands running down my body. I am feeling tipsy and giggly as I slide my shoe off my left foot and begin to run my foot up the inside of your leg. You smile and as my foot reaches the top of your thigh. I can feel your heat through your trousers. I reach your cock, feeling it already aroused from my touch. I apply more pressure and feel you growing harder. You give a little moan of pleasure and I feel the familiar vibrations at my clit. As I massage your cock I experience the pulsations alternately in my pussy and on my clit. My breathing is becoming shallow and I can feel my skin flushing from the excitement of feeling so horny in a public place when we are the only ones aware of that fact. I can tell from your slight smile that you are enjoying the power you have to make me so horny without even touching me.
The waiter returns to take our dessert orders.
"Everything ok with your meal?" he enquires, observing me with a slight smile that suggests he recognises an aroused woman.
"It was lovely, thank you," you reply.
"I can't wait for dessert," you add, directing a smile at me as you allow the bullet to buzz silently inside me once again.
I take a sharp intake of breath, not expecting to be stimulated whilst having a conversation with the handsome waiter!
"I'm sure the dessert will be very pleasurable!" smiles the waiter in his sexy voice as he drinks in my aroused body with his eyes.
You order a chocolate ice cream sundae. As I order the chocolate mousse cheesecake with raspberries, the buzzing clit changes in intensity to a strong throbbing. I am sure the waiter will be able to hear it, I'm in no doubt he sees my reaction as I gasp with a smile as the stimulations make my pussy hot and wet. I struggle to get my words out and gasp my way through my order.
The waiter grins as he leaves and as I turn to face you I can see you also grinning; with the satisfaction of making me squirm.
"That's really unfair," I scold, but can't cover up my aroused smile.
"I'd have to agree with the waiter that my dessert will be very pleasurable indeed!" you chuckle, unable to conceal your delight in turning me on and no doubt imagining yourself fucking me later.
"We'll have to wait and see!" I tease.
As we eat our desserts I play with your cock with my feet, enjoying feeling the hardness through your trousers. I tease you by plunging my finger into my chocolate mousse and slowing sucking it off suggestively whilst you reward me with small buzzes of the oyster in my pussy. You then explain in detail how you wished you could tear my dress off, lie me across the table and smear your ice cream onto my nipples and pussy before sucking and licking it off.
"Sounds great! We'll try that next time we eat ice cream at home," I promise with a wicked grin as the thought of the cold ice cream arousing my nipples turns me on.
As we leave the restaurant you give the waiter a generous tip.
