Disclaimer: All of the following characters are over 18.
A few days have passed by since you showed up at my door in the middle of the night. We exchanged some text messages but there didn't happen anything nameable since then.
It's a Saturday morning when I open my eyes, still sleepy and half in dreamland, reaching for my phone to check the clock and notice a message from you. You're asking me if I'd be free this evening, free for dinner with you. I think about it for a minute before I text back "Tell me when to be where. It's on you obviously."
You text back instantly, laughing about my blunt reply. "Sure thing, Baby. Be ready at 8, I'll pick you up," and I just think to myself that any kind of backtalk won't change a thing anyways. I swallow down my sassy comment, shake my head and just when I'm about to put the phone away it beeps again "Make sure you don't wear any panties. I'd prefer a dress or skirt... something with easy access. Oh, and Pumpkin? Wear that wearable toy that we used to use," and my jaw drops in disbelieve. This guy has no boundaries. I smash my phone to the side and my head hits the pillow again, not without letting out a sigh.
I'm ready point 8pm. I'm wearing a short, black dress combined with heels. No underwear in sight, just as demanded. Well, you didn't say anything about a bra but a top without a bottom just doesn't make sense to me. My blonde hair falls in waves onto my back and my pussy is stuffed with the earlier mentioned toy. I spy through the window and see how you drive up to my house. I grab my jacket and rush towards you, the remote of the toy tight in my right hand. I'm all excited, for dinner of course, not you. That's at least what I tell myself. You wait for me, leaning against your car, and when I'm standing in front of you, you reach for my face, surround it with your big hands and kiss me hello.
You steal the remote out of my hands while letting your tongue dance with mine and leave me breathless as you end the kiss. "Hi Baby," you say, and I wink at you, still trying to catch my breath. You open the door for me and guide me inside your car, basically running to the other side and getting inside yourself.
We drive in silence, there's some low music playing on the radio. I watch the landscape fly by when I suddenly feel the toy come to life. It's hitting me so unexpectedly that my head falls back, and I can't hold back the soft moan escaping my lips. I press my thighs together and squirm on the car seat, letting my head spin around to look at you. Your eyes are locked to the road, but your grin gives you away. "What's wrong, Baby?" you ask, and I can only growl lowly in reply. "I will enjoy this evening more than you'll ever imagine," you continue talking, and the smile on your face becomes devilish.
My eyes widen in shock when you turn the vibrations even higher, and I can't help but bite my lip to avoid more moaning. You torture me with high vibrations for a good while before you drive into a parking lot and turn the car off. I let out a relieving sigh, looking at the clock just to notice that we drove for 30 minutes in total without me even noticing. I was too busy squirming in pleasure.
You leave the car, open my door and guide me towards the restaurant. Your hand never leaving my lower back. The waitress guides us to our table, while taking off your clothes with her eyes. I snort over her bluntness, and you shoot me a questioning look. I just shake my head in disbelief about my own jealousy and follow her to the table.
Finally taking a seat, we have a little small talk about our days. You ask me about news in my life and vice versa. We order drinks and food and when the waitress serves our drinks some more buttons off her blouse have been opened. It reveals more than it covers, and she basically shoves her breasts into your face. My jealousy hits me with full power, and I see red. I slip out of my red heel and my feet touches your leg. Your head spins around to me when I let my foot wander up your leg, reaching your crotch. I have your full attention instantly, even though she didn't get more than the bare minimum of common courtesy from you.
Your cock grows hard under my touch, and I massage you through your pants. Your hips rock up, and you grind on my foot shamelessly. "That would be all for now, thank you," I say to the waitress, my nicest smile on the lips and she gets the hint, rushing away instantly with a face red like a tomato.
"Bad Pumpkin. Your jealousy is cute though. But there's no need for it, Baby," you say, still rocking your hips up and down. I roll my eyes but don't deny it.