"No. I will tell you what you will have this evening. You will be silent, unless I say you may speak. Now if you would be so kind as to go to the ladies". I bite my lip, smiling, as I place my menu down. In a low voice, he mumurs, "Take off your panties and bring them back to me. But first, come here."
I stand, a thrill running through me. Walking to where he is seated, I whisper in his ear.
"Yes sir?"
"Lift your skirt when you sit back down. I want you to feel your pussy on the rough fabric of the chair while were here, surrounded by all these other people". He looks straight at me, piercing green eyes locking into my startled expression. "Go on" he states, lifting an eyebrow, with an infuriating calm I do not share.
I depart our table to find the bathroom. Oh fuck, I can feel myself getting wetter as I walk across the room. I smile at the waiter as I ask for directions.
Entering the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. I thought it might be fun to decorate myself for him this evening. I lightly smudge my eyeshadow, perfecting the look, and admire my arty skills. I look around and make sure the room is empty, and slowly run my hands down my black, tight-fitting dress. I was ordered not to wear a bra, and lightly graze my nipples, closing my eyes as a pleasurable chill runs through me. Checking again, even though I know no-one is here, I quickly lift my dress and lower my panties, thrilling at the prospect of someone walking in at any moment. As I step out of my underwear and straighten up, I realise I left my bag at the table, shit! How am I going to take my panties back to him discreetly?
Balling the fine silk in my hand, feeling the moistness of the material, I walk purposely from the bathroom. Please no-one notice! Striding on my 6-inch strappy heels back to our table, I drop my panties into his lap as I walk past. Did anyone notice? I look quickly around. As I seat myself, I see a man on a table opposite, dining alone, gazing quizzically at me. Amused, I shift my gaze to my Master. He turns to observe the stranger, then leaning towards me, he utters "Hmmm caught another man's attention?" Sitting, back, he smiles like a satisfied cat. A dangerous cat. "You look so fucking hot in that dress. I'm tempted to fuck you right here on the table, in front of everyone". I giggle at his bravado. "I'm not surprised he's staring," he continues, "do you think he noticed you are naked under that tiny dress?" I blush. And then, oh damn! I sat down without lifting my dress! Has he noticed?
"So distracted by that gentleman over there." Yep, he noticed. "I don't think you followed my instructions correctly. Must I do everything myself?" He raises from his seat, walking behind me. He unfolds my folded napkin from the table. Standing behind me, I feel my breathing quicken as he leans down. I feel the warmth of his body, and watch his hand steal towards my knee. He grazes my lag, slowly sliding his hand up my inner thigh, lifting my skirt as high as it can go with my weight still holding it down. He covers me with the napkin. In my ear, he whispers "It's still not high enough. I want that skirt right up above your hips. If the waiter looks, he'll know what's going on. Naughtly girl." Kissing my cheek, he sits back down.
