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This story is fiction. It is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under
18 DO NOT READ. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead, are
purely coincidental.
This work is copyright by the author with all rights reserved by the
author. You may not sell this story.
It was almost 7:20 and I'd been standing in the entryway of the
restaurant for almost twenty minutes. I'd arrived at exactly 7:00 p.m.
since that was the Daniel had told me be there, but I now suspected
Daniel never intended to be there before 7:30. The hostess had asked me
twice if I was sure I didn't want to sit down or wait at a table. I had
explained both times that I preferred to wait in the foyer, but she had
been giving me odd looks the whole time. I just kept hoping the looks
were because standing in the foyer instead of sitting in any of the
perfectly good chairs surrounding the entry way was an odd thing to do,
and not because she could hear the buzzing that sounded as loud as a
chain saw to me.
Finally at almost precisely 7:30 p.m., Daniel strolled in and smiled at
me in that sexy way that sends sparks of flames shooting through me.
He came up behind me and cupped my ass with one hand while resting the
other on my arm. He asked me, none too quietly, if I could was hearing
something buzz. I'm glanced at the hostess to see if she'd heard his
comment and I'm sure I was blushing to the roots of my hair. He
continued to knead my ass while speaking to the waitress, asking her if
we could possibly be seated at one of the tables near the fountain. I
rolled my eyes at this request as he'd chosen one of the most public
areas of the restaurant. While the hostess was checking her seating
chart, Daniel whispered in my ear "I trust you did exactly as I asked?"
I nodded, and he continued "Then, I think you must have something that
belongs to me?". Embarrassed, but afraid to say anything for fear he
would continue talking along this vein, I slipped the little, oblong,
black box out of my pocket and handed it to him. He held the box up to
the light, ostensibly to see it better, I suppose, and examined each
button, finally pressing one and asking "I guess you had it on the
lowest speed? And this is medium?". I nodded again, then realizing
he wasn't looking at me, I said "Yes, I think thats about medium"
We followed the hostess to our table and Daniel pulled my chair out for
me as the hostess told us our waitress would be right with us. As I sat
down, Daniel leaned over and kissed the back of my neck, then said to me
"Keep your knees apart, I haven't given you permission to come yet."
Feeling uncomfortable with the unladylike position, I did as he asked,
knowing that the tortuous teasing was just beginning. Grateful for the
tablecloth that hung down almost to my lap, I quickly spread my napkin
over my knees to add just a little more privacy. The table across from
us still probably had a pretty good view, but I hoped the darkness of
the restaurant would hide the details.
Daniel sat across from me and toyed with the remote, while smiling at
me. The waiter sat our menus down and droned on about that evening's
dinner specials, but my mind was on the little buzzing butterfly between
my legs and I let Daniel handle the ordering process.
Daniel had given me the remote control butterfly for my birthday and
promised me multiple orgasms if I would follow his instructions
completely and without question when the time came. Never having
played any game like this with him before, my curiosity was piqued and I
had agreed. It had been two weeks since my birthday and the butterfly
hadn't been mentioned again until I received the email at my office from
Daniel this morning. In his email, he'd told me to wear "the little
black dress you wore to my office Christmas party last year" and not to
wear any panties, but instead to wear the butterfly, turned on, but only
on low. He'd named the restaurant we were at now and told me to be here
at 7:00 p.m.. I'd agonized over his request to wear this dress as it
was so short, but in the end, I'd left work early, went home and soaked
in a hot bubble bath, then proceeded to get dressed just as he'd asked.
I had on thigh high black stockings and black high heels and I had to be
doubly careful that not only did the bulge from the butterfly not show
on the front of my dress, but that the tops of my stockings didn't show
at the bottom of my dress. I had taken great care to position the
butterfly low on my pussy with the top against my clit, and tighten the
straps around my legs so it would stay put.
As we sat at the table, waiting on our drinks and dinner, Daniel
continued to play with the remote control, flicking it to a slightly
higher setting and instructing me to sit still and keep my legs spread.
He knew that if I could squeeze the little butterfly between my thighs,
I'd probably come and it was obvious he didn't intend for that to happen
just yet. The waiter appeared at our table with our drinks and I was
sure he could hear the buzzing noise, yet he gave no sign. As he set
the drinks on the table, the waiter turned to me and said he was sorry,
but the appetizer we'd ordered was no longer available and asked if I
would like something different. Daniel took this opportunity to turn my
butterfly to high and I jumped, just slightly and looked at Daniel with
surprise in my eyes. I couldn't have formed a rational answer at that
point if the waiter had asked me if the sky at noon was blue, much less
make a decision on an appetizer.
After Daniel and the waiter had conferred on the appetizer choices and
the waiter had trotted off to the kitchen, I grabbed the edge of the
table, straining to keep my wet slit from grinding on the chair and
leaned forward. "Daniel", I begged, "please turn it down, I'm so close
to coming and I cannot sit still." He grinned at me and obligingly
turned it down, just slightly. "Is your chair damp yet?" he asked me,
knowing, I'm sure, that it was more than just damp. "Tell me something
else", he continued, "Does this make your pussy feel empty and hungry?"
"Or are you only thinking about how soon I'm going to let you come?"
Not believing he really expected an answer, I shifted slightly and
leaned forward, still gripping the edge of the table. "Do we really
need to eat dinner? Can't we just go home?" I almost whined.
"No. We are staying for dinner and possibly desert. By the time we get
home, I might have let you come once or twice, but the grand finale
won't be nearly as spectacular if you don't let the anticipation build."
I shivered at his words, but the heat in my wet slit was nearly
overwhelming and I could feel my knees shaking with the effort it was
taking to hold them apart and still. "And", he continued, "I suggest
you go easy on that drink unless you want me to accompany you to the
ladies room. I don't intend to let you out of my site until after I
have the chance to fuck your brains out." He laughed deeply at his own
words and I squirmed some more. "Actually, I do need to use the ladies
room and I don't care if you go with me!" I said as my brain
contemplated all the possibilities. I stood and looked at him to see if
he would follow through on his threat to accompany me. The waiter was
immediately at our table, and Daniel simply said, "Excuse us, we need to
use your facilities."
As he followed me to the ladies room, I wondered how far he would
actually take this. I knew he was not easily embarrassed. As we
reached the nearly dark hallway to the restrooms, I turned and said
"You're not really going in with me are you?" Hoping he would, but also
hoping he wouldn't. The overwhelming sensations running through my clit
and into my pussy were almost enough to make me throw all caution to the
winds and drag him in with me. He reached around me and pushed the door
to the ladies room open saying "Of course I'll help you with your
zipper, sweetheart" as we walked into the room. He smiled at the woman
standing in front of the sink and said "Excuse me, but my wife's zipper
appears to need some first aid." He guided me toward the long line of
stalls, and I opened the door of the last one.
As I stepped into the stall, Daniel's hand still on my upper arm, he
turned me and pushed me against the far wall. "Raise your dress" he
growled at me and as I did, my bare bottom came into contact with the
cold tile wall. The sensation of coolness on my ass, and the heat
pumping through my cunt were enough to chase all sense of propriety out
of my head. He leaned toward me and quietly said "I'm going to let you
come one time before we have dinner, but its your only one until I get
you home later. And we are going to the movies before we go home, so
make it good." I looked at him in confusion, still holding the hem of
my dress above my naked pussy, the butterfly buzzing away. He leaned
back against the door and said "This is your show darling, I'm just here
to watch this one." He pulled the little remote control from his jacket
pocket and said "I'll run this for you, but the rest is up to you."
Realizing in an instant what he meant, I wondered how to proceed. I'd
never masturbated in front of him and certainly a brightly lit ladies
room with other people in the room was an impossible situation. I
dropped my dress and said "Nevermind, I can wait" as the fire in my
pussy slowly began to die. He didn't move from his position against the
door and his next gruff statement caused my heart to begin pounding.
"We are not moving until you do as I tell you. I think you're
forgetting our agreement." I did not want the evening to end on such a
note, but I had no idea what to do next.
Daniel solved that dilemma by saying softly and sweetly, "Now raise your
dress, Emma, close your eyes, and let me watch you pleasure yourself."
I slowly raised my dress back up and leaned back against the wall behind
me. "Close your eyes, you can do it. I know you want to come, baby."
"Spread your legs a little. He'd turned the butterfly down to a very
slow buzz and now he increased the speed in small increments. "Push it
up into your pussy, rub it around and let it do the job its meant for."
With my eyes closed, I could almost forget where I was and the building
pressure in pussy did the rest. I locked my knees and began to grind my
hips against the butterfly, feeling the longest nub working its magic on
my clit. My arms brushed my hard nipples as I rubbed the butterfly,
sending more shafts of pleasure through me. "Thats it baby, keep
working it. Let it build." Daniel's words were the only encouragement
I needed and my breathing quickened as I neared my climax. "Does that
feel good? Does it make you want a hard cock inside you?" he
accompanied his words with another increase in the speed on my
butterfly. My hips were bucking against it, almost as if it had a life
of its own and I groaned, no longer caring who shared the ladies room
with us. As the waves began to wash over me, I opened my eyes to see
Daniel smiling at me. My orgasm continued for what seemed like hours as
the little butterfly slowly began to lose speed.
I stood there for a few moments, trying to regain some composure and
Daniel leaned over to give me a breathtaking kiss, while cupping my
butterfly and dipping his fingers into my dripping pussy. He slowly
pulled his fingers back and touched first my lips, then his own. I
pulled my dress down and Daniel said rather loudly "Now that I've fixed
your zipper, do you want me to leave while you use the facilities?" I
laughed, knowing that the evening was only going to get better, but that
is another story, or several more stories, to be shared another time.
Your comments are appreciated. cpon@hotmail.com
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