The idea has been in the back of her mind for a while. She wants to surprise him, and, she has to confess, to catch him a little off guard too... She had pictured the moment so many times. The surprise at first, that she hopes to read in his eyes, and then the rising desire in every part of his body when he understands what awaits him... She didn't mention anything about her plans, and that's the key of her little scenario. She is certain that this night will be exceptional. They agreed upon a rendezvous in a café, next to the restaurant. She had only time to change her clothes. That was not an easy task to gather the accessories that will spice up their evening in all secrecy, but she succeeded.
She has everything in her purse... and on her. She was thrilled to wear her new lingerie. Of course, as many women likes to do, she chose her lingerie carefully, but this time it's different. Of course, she wants to surprise him, but she also wants to feel transformed, a freed-up version of herself, and so much for the clichés, a little wild! She chose a black tulle panty, with straps and a simple little bow at the back that almost completely reveals her pretty buttocks. When she slipped them on, she started to feel aroused. The evening is still quite warm. She doesn't need stockings or pantyhose. It is the very first time that she feels the air passing in her lower back.
She has everything in her purse... and on her. She was thrilled to wear her new lingerie. Of course, as many women likes to do, she chose her lingerie carefully, but this time it's different. Of course, she wants to surprise him, but she also wants to feel transformed, a freed-up version of herself, and so much for the clichés, a little wild! She chose a black tulle panty, with straps and a simple little bow at the back that almost completely reveals her pretty buttocks. When she slipped them on, she started to feel aroused. The evening is still quite warm. She doesn't need stockings or pantyhose. It is the very first time that she feels the air passing in her lower back.
She seems slightly different from usual; he does not know exactly why. A form of boldness perhaps that he wasn’t aware of? She orders a Pornstar martini and licks with delight the passion fruit that accompanies her nectar. He kisses her as she leaves the café. Her lips have the sweet taste of the cocktail, and he wants to nibble them. He seizes the opportunity to discreetly caress her buttocks. She shudders. He has the feeling that there is nothing between the cloth and her skin. The idea arouses him tremendously. He feels his penis waking up and a furious desire to hold her ass with full hands and to drag her under a doorway. From the smile on her face
and the shiver that ran through her body, he knows she'd love it. Maybe later. They are already late for the restaurant. Unfortunately, their table is close to another customer's. That’s what he thinks. Because she knew very well by choosing this restaurant that they could not have a total intimacy during this dinner. And that's exactly what she wants. The fear of others' attention mixed with the desire for exhibitionism feels like an adrenaline discharge to her. Once the order is placed, she takes a sip of her glass of wine, and while looking him in the eyes, she puts down a small black and grey oval box next to her plate. She is done talking.
She smiles at him with her mischievous and shy smile that he loves so much. He picks up the object, intrigued. She asks him to pick up her purse that fell under the table while she was grabbing the mysterious box. He bends down and notes that she has taken off her high heels. His gaze goes up from her feet to the top of her thighs. They are slightly spread and only a small piece of cloth hides her intimacy. He has a furious desire to slip his hand here. But she stopped him as he was about to find her clitoris. He goes back up on his chair, red cheeks and hiding as well as possible his erection under his napkin. She picks up her purse, gets up and heads to the bathroom.
He looks closely at the box in front of him. She is happy with the effect she had on him. Obviously, he has not yet completely figured out how to use the box... She is about to show him. In the restroom, she takes off her pretty panties quickly. It's already wet... Then, she grabs the black and gold eggshaped object that she was hiding in a small pocket. She looks at it slowly. She passes her tongue over it, pretending she is tasting her man's erect penis. Everything in its own time, this is for later... She then pushes the egg inside her. Her fingers are wet. She runs them along her lips and begins to gently rub her clitoris. The pleasure increases... She wants to keep it going but stops.
It's their game together that matters. He sees her coming back with pink cheeks. He knows her well. He knows what it means. He has already touched the box, but nothing happened. He tries once more as she sits in front of him. He understands. The pink is getting brighter and brighter on her cheeks. He sees a few drops dripping down her temples. He increases the intensity. Just the thought of an object in her vagina makes him harden like never. She bites her lips, her eyes half-closed as the waiter brings their dish. Every vibration inside her quickly spreads throughout her body. She barely has time to bask in his surprise. She can already feel him playing with her
for the entire course of the meal. She tries to tighten her vagina more tightly to reduce the vibrations. It's a futile effort. Several times, she nearly climaxes. He knows it, he is delighted but ceases the vibrations as soon as he realizes it. He hid the remote control on his knees. Sometimes he waits several minutes before activating it again. Her genitals yearn to feel them again. She asks him several times, between two mouthfuls: "hit the button". He smiles. From now on, she gave him the control.
