It was a warm spring evening, one where the girls all pull out their flowy dresses, and leave their hair down, curls billowing behind them in the slight breeze. I had begged to go out that night, wanting to do just as everyone else, looking beautiful and young, already having a dress in mind. An opaque one, with blue and green flowers printed across it, longer in the back, as was the style back in the mid 2000’s.
I had curled my hair, slipped on matching bra and panties, though I knew they would be disregarded in a pile by the end of the night. The dress was just settling over my petite frame, making me look like a ships sails, thin yet covered in mammoths amounts of cloth. When you walked in you chuckled, knowing a gust of wind would expose more than a strangers eye needs to see.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me up against you, kissing my exposed neck softly, while whispering about how you wanted to keep me home. I pulled away, slapping you lightly on the chest, knowing I didn’t get all dressed up to not be shown off.
Of course you knew what I wanted, but your desires overwhelmed you, so you tried to bargain with me. You’d take me out, but only if I wore a remote controlled bullet, so you could tease me and play with me before the real games began at home. I mustn’t lie, but I do love when you have such power over me, especially when there’s nothing to be done about it but gleefully wait til we arrive back in our sweet privacy.
So off we went, enjoying a nice meal. You had yet to use your toy, and just as we finish our appetizer, I feel it stir inside me. A slight nag at first, my body not prepared to be pleasured. I squirmed, trying to get comfortable with the buzzing inside me, and just as I became accustomed, you flipped it off. I gave you an almost hurt look, for the toy does make me want you in such an unquestionable way.
Your teasing grin, the way you played with your lips as you slowly turned the bullet back on, only to turn it off again was to much, so slightly under the table, I slipped off my shoes, extending my legs so that my foot could just graze the bulge that was growing harder in your pants. You looked at me, mouth gapping slightly, knowing this behavior was unpredictable from such a submissive women. But my power over you didn’t last long, as you turned the buzz on, faster and harder than before.
I felt like my whole body was shaking, the ache growing between my legs, knowing if you were to run a finger down between them, you would come away dripping. Just as I felt it couldn’t become more intense without me crying out for more, you stopped, as the waitress came with our meals. You asked for them to be packed up and for the receipt to be brought. I thought I would finally get to be taken away from the public eye, but you instead turned it on, slowly building its speed, only to turn it low again.
With each rise and fall, I felt like my whole world was a rocking boat on an open stormy sea. Each wave bringing me closer and closer to climax, growing wetter and wetter between my legs, until you stopped, right at the height of a wave. You stood, beckoning me up and out of the restaurant, my sea legs winning out, as you grab my arm and lead me along.
At the car, you flicked the switch, starting the buzz all over, my body sagging into your arms as I could not take another minute of this blissful torture, and you bent to my neck, reaching a finger inside me as I tried to still my shaking body. You told me to stop resisting, to just relax and enjoy it, as you pushed another finger in, pulling them out and plunging them back in over and over, picking up the speed of the bullet, I couldn’t take it anymore, the waves of orgasm coming over me, my screams muffled into your shoulder as you lifted me against the car, your dick pressing against my stomach, making my want for you to start all over.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/k9vwve/out_to_dinner_mf
God yes. Look stunning