Hello, nice to see you again. This is an unusual present I admit. Put these on and come back to join me. I expect you have a couple of questions but you must not talk from now until when I get you back to the room. In fact you must not make any noise at all throughout the meal. If I hear you I will squeeze your fingers with mine. Every time I squeeze your fingers is another time that you are going to be punished tonight. I will order for you and you will finish every drink that I buy you. As a way of showing me that you understand you will place your old panties in this box and hand the box to me when you sit back down.
You stand and lower your current underwear from under your skirt. The new pair feels awkward and strangely stiff but you pull them on anyway, wondering what I have in store for you. The panties dig in rub against your already slightly swollen opening, sending a gentle tingling sensation into the pit of your stomach. You place the old ones into the box and leave the room.
Walking back over to me you hand me the box. I smile and replace it under my seat. While you have been away a two huge glasses of white wine have been placed on the table. Remembering my rules you pick your glass up and take a large mouthful.
The silence is almost uncomfortable but the same time so alluring. You wonder what is going to happen to you tonight. I watch with an unwavering gaze, I want my hands running over your skin again, soon, I tell myself. I wonder if it is time to reveal some things to you. I am looking forward to it. I don't think you realise what is going on yet.
As you drain the glass and replace it on the table I reach into my pocket. I wait until you lift your eyes to meet my stare before pressing down with my thumb. You jerk and twist slightly in your seat. I am impressed, you disguised it well. A small squeak escaped your lips though, not loud enough for anyone else in the bustling restaurant to hear but I heard. I reach forwards and gently squeeze your fingertips. One.
Your barely feel the pressure on your hand. You can hardly believe what just happened. The lumpy area on the panties I bought you, the area just below your clit had begun to vibrate. As I reached forward to touch your fingers it stopped again. You look back towards me, a mixture of shock and pleasure in your expression. I allow myself to smile innocently back at you.
I bring my hand back out of my pocket. In it is a small flat object that looks kind of like an iPod without the screen. I place it on the table in front of me where you can clearly see it. It has a slightly raised button in the centre. My smile broadens as I can see realisation dawning on your face. The button is linked to the tiny vibrator which is currently resting against your most sensitive area. When I press the button the buzzing begins. Casually I stretch out a finger and push the button.
At once the tiny vibrator springs back to life. It's quite and above the noise of the restaurant you can hear nothing. But you can feel it. Wow you can feel it. As it hums away it feels as though the tip of my tongue is there between your legs, flicking up and down unbearably quickly. I release the button and the sensation subsides. All you can feel is the warm flush between your thighs. In a room crowded with people I have a remote to a vibrator resting just above your now wet entrance. I continue to smile sweetly at you.
