Hotel
"Are you comfortable?" she asked.
"Yes" he replied with a whisper and a faint nod.
The Velcro restraints they had purchased at the adult's only store earlier that afternoon were holding his wrists snugly to the chair arms, his ankles bound to the legs. She had positioned the chair in front of the full length dressing mirror in the room, so he could watch himself.
He could see her behind him, stripping down to her satin bra and thong.
Looking at himself, he wasn't surprised that he was getting aroused. His semi hard member draped over his left thigh was starting to stir on its own, moving from his groin to start sliding towards his navel, his balls starting to swell at the same time. The black ring around the base of his shaft is snug, but not interfering with his arousal. The bullet vibrator nested between his shaft and balls...
....Earlier that the day,, they had also purchased a variety of toys for the enjoyment of both of them, including his and hers remote controlled vibrators, designed for 'discreet' fun while in public.
She slid hers into her thong before they even got out of the store parking lot and handed him the remote. He methodically tested every speed and pulsation, changing the routine every time he could tell she was getting close to orgasm. Her whimpers and mews turned him on to the point he was straining in his pants, yet still he stopped her toy every time she got close. He finally stopped edging her and slipped the remote into his pocket with a smirk.
"Alright funny guy, I'll make you a bet," her voice was creaky from many near orgasms.
"I'm all ears," he smiled.
"When we get to the restaurant, you go put yours on, and then I get to torture you at the same time. First one who creams their pants or calls uncle loses and gets tied up tonight."
"Deal!" and he held out his hand for a high five. Instead she grabbed it and sucked two fingers deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them erotically. Then guided them under her skirt, past her damp thong (and the toy) and into her soaking wet pussy.
He didn't even get a chance to wiggle them before she pulled them back out and stuck them into his mouth.
He almost lost the bet right then and there.
"Table for two?" the Host asked.
"Yes", they replied in unison.
"Table or booth?"
"Booth" he asserted, before she could even open her mouth. The Host followed by her, then him. The rhythm of her swaying skirt and the cloud of pheromones in her wake, having an obvious effect on his arousal.
The Host swept his arm at the empty booth like he was displaying a new car.
"Here you go. Candy will be your Server tonight. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Gin and ginger, thanks," she replied as she slid into the booth.
"Dark rum and iced tea," he said, "and where are the restrooms?"
He didn't have any difficulty installing the device, he was hard enough from earlier that it slid easily down to the base, and he positioned the bullet between his shaft and his sac, making sure the small wire antenna wasn't tangled anywhere.
He returned to the booth the same time the Bus Boy arrived to fill the water glasses. Just as he settled in across from her he felt her foot rub his calf as she looked at him, seductively licking her lips. He felt a quick buzz around his cock and he jumped a little.
The Bus Boy, seeing her lick her lips, spilled some water on the table. He apologized and wiped it up before scurrying away.
They snorted a laugh together.
As they perused the menu, they each took turns with the remote controls, sending 2 or 3 second bursts to each other. This continued, with them both flinching a bit until Candy came to take their orders.
As she ordered her salad (Caesar, no croutons) and meal, he flicked the remote on and off, rapid fire. This caused two reactions, her voice to jump, and her foot to kick him under the table.
When he started to order, she wasn't so kind. She turned his vibrator on high and left it. He stuttered through his order, visibly squirming. When he was done, she turned it off and he relaxed back into his seat.
Candy left with a sort of puzzled look on her face. She was smiling over her drink, licking her lips again, and she gave him a wink.
The game was on.
Between sips of their drinks, there was a lot of eye contact, and button pushing. First for 2 or 3 seconds at a time, then longer. Small L.E.D.s on the remotes indicate the speed, intensity and routine. He selected one that went from slow to fast in 3 seconds, stopped, then repeated.
This made her back stiffen and she would bite her lip. When Candy brought her salad, he flicked it off until the parmesan grinder started, and then he put it on high.
She gripped the edge of the table and squeaked, "That's enough," and the grinder stopped. After Candy left he asked, "Were you talking to her or me?"
"Both, actually" she replied.
"Is this uncle?"
"Noooo."
She slid her closed hand across the table with an offering, and placed it in his hand. It was her satin thong. Still damp. As he looked at her she gave him a wicked smile and started buzzing him, a routine that built up and eased down over several seconds, simulating a mouth.
He locked in on her eyes and pushed the button on his remote, scrolling through until he found one that cracked her gaze. She released him and he let her go as well, and they both took a deep breath and giggled. He looked around quickly and gave her a "psst".
She watches as he discreetly slips her panties into his pants. She mouths OMG and bites her lip again. She knows biting her lip turns him on.
The meal went on, as did the game, each time they buzzed each other it was for a second or two longer than the last. She was so aroused her nipples were visible through her bra and top. Several times through dinner she had to hold the table and push herself back into the seat back to keep control.
He had to change the way he sat so much, her panties had slipped down and were surrounding his balls. This made things worse for him, intensifying the sensations. He hung on, but it wasn't easy.
When the dessert cart came around he was going to pass so he could get her back to the hotel room. That is, until she selected a tart delight with a cherry on top, staring at him the whole time.
"Alright, I believe I will then," as he selects a crème filled pastry.
She smiles wickedly as she plucks the cherry off her tart, and as she raises it up, she turns on his vibrator, a pulsing pattern that makes him sit up straight. She raises the cherry in air, holding it by the stem, and tilts her head back, keeping one eye on him. As she lowers the cherry slowly, her tongue snakes out to surround it, and she pulls it painstakingly slow to her lips.
He is sweating, his balls are tightening, his feet are up on his toes. The pulsing, the satin, the look, the lips, the tongue, the cherry.....
"Uncle" he whimpers.
