Surely everyone knew. The sound alone was deafening. Not to mention the fire on her cheeks and how she writhed with every buzz. In reality only the two of them knew of the little secret. They sat in a semi secluded booth in the back of the reasonably busy bar. The hostess had seated them and they were waiting for the waitress to come take the drinks order. He sat across from her with that grin from ear to ear as he toyed the remote in his hand. He had taken great joy in turning it on from nothing to high as she had walked to the table. Her knees had buckled slightly almost sending her into a nearby table before he had caught her arm and blamed it on her shoes. It now sat on its lowest setting gently stirring within her.
Who would’ve thought such a simple remote controlled egg nestled within her could muster so many emotions? First and foremost was the fear. Fear it would be discovered and she would be brandished a pervert for the entire world to see. This lead into the shame, how ashamed she felt dragging her filth into public. All these innocent vanilla people around her that she was using for her own arousal. And aroused she was. Her pussy was churning out gallons of wetness soaking her flimsy lace underwear and running down the tops of her thighs. There would certainly be evidence of her activities when she stood up. And she loved every second of it. All the fear, and shame only lead to the height of the pleasure of it all.
The waitress was approaching the table and the buzzing vibration ceased. Thank god she wouldn’t have to order with that thing pulsing inside her. He ordered a whisky cocktail of some kind, and just as she was about to order the thing jumped to life causing her breath to catch. She stuttered and stammered a moment trying to remember anything she wanted to drink as her mind was focused on the rising tide in her loins. Smoothly he stepped in and ordered her something fruity as he lowered the power once more.
He was enjoying this. Having power over her, controlling her pleasure. She had no idea when the next jolt would come. Whether he would let her order her food in peace, whether he would drive her to a screaming orgasm in front of all and sundry. She had to place her total trust in him that he would provide her maximum pleasure without destroying her reputation.
They chatted as their drinks arrive over the menu, idle banter. There was a rule of no discussing what was going on under the table. No warnings given, no verbal feedback of how close she was. Currently she was in a state of medium stimulation, as a pattern of vibrations kept her in a high state of arousal. Her attention was firmly focused on the throbbing of her clit and her sopping wet knickers. The waitress approached to take her order and she was suddenly scared that she wouldn’t be able to order as her brain spun in a perverted haze. Again the vibration ceased and she was able to order with only the slightest trace of waver in her tone. A wave of relief came over her which was quickly crashed as the speed was suddenly increased to high causing an audible squeal of a moan. The waitress who had just begun to leave turned back to see if anything was amiss. He covered for her groan by asking for some water for the two of them as he rolled the speed from high to low nearly causing her to cream her panties there and then. She gripped the table and looked at him with pleading eyes using all her will power not to groan or grind her clit against the cushion. He conceded and sat the pattern to one that crested from a gentle rumble up to a highly distracting shake giving her moments of respite between onslaughts of sexual energy.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom; she could visibly see his erection straining against his jeans. And she could see there on the table lying innocuously by the napkin was the remote. This was a test. A wilful act of submission to his will. She could take the remote and give herself a moment of respite from the onslaught on her nether regions just a moments relief. He would never know as long as she replaced it afterwards. There was such a temptation to sooth the fire on her throbbing clit, to catch a full breath. But no. This was submission to him. She left the remote there completely at his absent mercy.
He returned and casually picked up the remote again, making no sign if he checked the location or setting. Was he that confident in his domination of her that he would not even contemplate an act of rebellion? Or had he been more subtle in his affirmation? The food was beginning to arrive so he lowered the speed to a manageable level, slightly above its slowest but constant. As they ate he increased it ever so slightly every few minutes till the speed was a rumbling halfway by the time the main course was over. Her knickers were soaked by now, there was most likely a dribble of her juices dripping down off the bench to the floor. She was desperate to orgasm now. The need so strong she didn’t care if it was in the middle of this bar the urge was so strong.
As the hostess she returned she pleaded with him to leave gripping his hand across the table. He casually asked for the bill without a rush taking his hand in her and bringing it up to his mouth for a gentle kiss. But as the waitress left he began to gently and playfully bite on her fingers. Harder than it would appear to the outside observer but just as she liked it. At the same time the speed was lifted to a pattern from medium to high. She could barely breath it took that much control not to cum. This would be a screaming orgasm she could tell. She needed to be away from all these bystanders when it arrived. Seeing the rise inside her he cut the waitress off as she approached the table and handed her a large pile of cash with an excellent tip and a smile.
She was practically dragging him out of the bar, not caring about the looks and not daring to look back at the flood she had certainly left behind. Once outside he took the lead and lead her to a nearby alley way he had spotted earlier. When out of sight he set the controls to the highest as he shot his hand up her dress to her swollen clit. She came in an instant with a howling growl tearing her nails into his shoulders. Only has hand between her legs kept her upright as the orgasm rolled on and on swiftly turning into a second. As she just began to come down her forcefully turned her round against the wall and in a swift motion removed the damp fabric that had once been her lingerie along with the toy and thrust himself inside her. As aroused as she was he came too filling her with his own juices to mingle with hers.
Coming down from their exhibitionist high, they shared a giggle as they redressed themselves. A deep passionate kiss followed before they sauntered casually away nobody knowing their private secret.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dnimj1/the_bar_toys_public_voyer_exhibitionist
I need to get one of those toys..