Check please

April 9, 2022

The restaurant was classy, but not so classy as to feel out of place. He ordered for them, as he usually did, and thanked the waiter kindly. He had spent the entire afternoon feverishly staring her down. She felt naked under his gaze, every time she noticed her face would flush and she had to look down at her feet. He would just grin kiss the top of her head, or whisper a devilishly explicit something into her ear. His voice growling in her ear made her squirm. It was a nice meal, nothing super special but nice nonetheless.

But shortly after they got their food, he moved to her side of the table with a sneaky spark in his eye. She knew something was coming, but didn’t expect this. Her breathing became labored as her heart raced. He sat down beside her and placed his hand firmly on her thigh…she felt tingles radiate through all her nerves straight to her pussy. She sat frozen, too shook to say anything. Their little table in the corner of the restaurant wasn’t exactly hidden, but no one seemed too interested in what was happening at their table. He casually used his free hand to take a small bite off her plate, seemingly innocent. All the while his other hand crept in between her thighs. Slowly pulling her dress back, till the moment his finger’s caressed her pussy. He instructed her not to wear panties, this must have been why. A soundless gasp for air escaped her the second his fingers started massaging her clit. Back and forth her eyes darted, trying to make sure no one would know what was happening. Trying to decide whether to focus on the shame if they were to get caught, focus on looking normal, or focused on enjoying how her master played with her masterfully like a toy. All these emotions wound up inside, and all she could do was bite her lip and moan softly. She was already wet before he got started, now his hand was positively soaked. He slid fingers inside her warm velvet lush and she basked in the feeling of joy and pleasure all while trying to keep her composure in public. It all seemed to go on for an eternity, he would methodically massage her clit then fuck her with his fingers, she began to tremble. She knew she was going to cum soon, her hand abruptly fell to the table, “was that loud?” The thought to herself. But she dared not stop him for he seemed not to care, all she could do is lower her head and clench up as her body reached climax. With a deep breath she grabbed his hand and whispered with all the composure she could muster while her legs trembled, “please may I cum Sir?”…

His hand stopped, and slowly he moved her dress back. He licked his fingers as if he was relished the fine meal they had just shared, then brushed her hair back enough to lean in and whisper, “not yet filthy slut, you don’t get to cum in front of all these people.” He then raised his hand and motioned for the waiter to bring the check.