You look at me from across the table and your eyes are asking me a lot of questions. I can’t help but smile as I stare back at you giving no answers.
You definitely dolled up for the occasion. Your eyes sparkle as your long eyelashes bat at me, your cheeks full of color (whether from the toy or makeup I don’t dare ask), your lips as red as the dress, pouty and full. I can’t help but bite my lip as you bring your lips to the champagne flute and take a sip. A kiss mark left on the ring of the glass. The length of your neck is extenuated bye the velvety dress that loops around the back. I can’t help but stir in my seat.
You lean forward over the table hugging your chest so nothing gets exposed and you finally say what your eyes have been asking. “Do you mind telling me why I have this thing in me.” I take both of your hands in one of mine, and in the other I produce a small remote. While you still remain hunched over the table, I push the button. Without warning, a vibration runs through your body as the toy comes to life. You jolt back and your eyes are wide as the toy continues to pulsate inside of you. Your cheeks that were already blushed turn even more so. Your hand breaks free from mine and you push down on your dress between your legs. Your hand can feel your body vibrating under it. I watch you bite your lip and a mischievous smile crosses my face.
In that moment our waiter approaches the table and looks at you. “Are you alright madam?” He asks. All you can do is nod your head before giving me a glare. “Can I take your order madam?” You open your mouth to try and order but nothing comes out. “She would like to have the spaghetti tonight I answer for you.”
I place my order as you struggle in your seat to sit still. The whole time the waiter keeps looking back over to you. Your hand is grasping tight at your dress under the table, the other digging into my hand. Finally the waiter leaves the table.
A sudden pain comes to my leg as I realize you just kicked me. I fumble with the remote to turn it off but not before turning it up full. You almost come out of your seat as its full strength hits you for a second. After a moment you are able to catch your breath and find your words. “I really hate you right now”.
Falling back in your seat you straighten out your dress as I reposition myself in my slacks. “Give me the remote” you ask, but I show no sign of complying with your request.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/krimlz/a_night_out_on_the_town_pt_3_mf