High Praise
There’s a cellist playing heart-wrenching songs. Everyone around me is engrossed and unbothered. A constant cacophony dominates the air, chattering diners, the kitchen doors swinging open and close, the clinks of cutlery and wine glasses and the faint notes of Celine Dion. But I’m completely out of it. My mind is racing. All thoughts on the C-shaped vibrator currently inserted inside me. The one controlled by an app on Steven’s phone.
How will the very first zap of vibration feel?
How do I train my facial muscles to hide the pleasure?
Will the vibration be audible enough for someone to catch?
Or will I moan and make it known?
In front of me, Steven is an edifice of nonchalance in a black button-down and grey trousers, quietly sipping Chenin Blanc with an unmistakable smile playing on his lips.
I pick my own glass up and take a sip.
“How do you feel, my darling?” he inquires, his eyes tracing down to the lightly concealed hickey on my collarbone, drinking me in.
His gaze warms me and I unclench my shoulders. The wine is kicking in. I spread my legs and shift in my seat, ensuring my clit is still in direct contact with one end of the device nesting comfortably in my panties. “I am fine, darling. Thanks for making this trip.”
And then it happens.
The first zap. An electrifying vibration sends my nerve endings into a spiral as my clit takes a direct hit. I bite my lip to keep the moan from spilling, my fingers involuntarily clutching Steven’s hand as I double over.
”Spaghetti aglio e olio and the caramelized lamb burger. Can I refill your wine, sir?” the server inquires, setting our food down. I try sucking in air just as another wave assaults me. Steven sets an intensive rhythm, each vibration stronger and more aggressive than the last. I clutch the edge of the table.
”Thank you,” Steven replies smoothly, smiling at the server who leaves us to “enjoy” our meal.
The melody of the vibration is a constant buzz in my ear. Steven is still clutching my hand as my nails dig into his palm, turning the skin white. I cannot fathom the pleasure that is building up inside me. Taut, stretching me like a string on a bow, tighter, and tighter, with each passing second.
Steven’s legs brush mine under the table. Suddenly, he plants his knee between my thighs and forces them open in a swift, inconspicuous motion. My labia slides out of the way, making the double assault on my clit and G-spot devastatingly intense. I let my head fall back. I realize my clit is swollen. I can feel my pussy clench around the device. I can feel my panties getting drenched…
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