*all characters are over 18 years old*
The hostess guides you and Evan through the Italian restaurant. It's nicer than you expected when you suggested it for a date. You feel a twinge of guilt, hoping that it won't be too expensive for Evan. You're both barely out of college and he can't make much money at that catering company he's working for. You three walk through the main dining room and into a smaller, more intimate room with only a few tables and a handful of patrons at the moment. You walk past a table with one occupant. The butterflies in your stomach churn and the guilt intensifies as you realize that there's no going back at this point. She pulls out a chair for you at the next table and you sit. Your view is temporarily blocked as Evan sits down but as soon as he does, you see Daddy's brown eyes staring into yours from the next table over Evan's shoulder. A warm smile crosses Daddy's face as he taps the screen of his phone and the remote-control vibrator inside your tight little cunt starts to vibrate.
You and Daddy have played with this toy before, so you thought you knew what to expect. But even though the buzzing inside you is at its lowest setting, your toes curl as soon as the pulsing hits you. You maintain your poker face as Evan makes small talk, but the situation is distracting to say the least. The buzzing between your legs, combined with being in public, being on a date with a guy you like, AND having Daddy sitting there controlling your toy is almost overwhelming. Little jolts of pleasure have completely distracted you from your date, until Evan says your name. "Oh...um...sorry. I juuhh...mmm...just got distracted...um...looking at this place. It's so fancy. I hope it's not too much. I shouldn't have suggested it." And then the pang of guilt in your chest surges as he tells you not to worry and that you're worth it. Your gaze slips past his sweet face on to Daddy's. You still can't believe you agreed to put the toy inside you before your date.
Just 30 minutes earlier, this plan seemed like a harmless bit of fun when Daddy proposed it. His rough hand cupping your cheek as his thumb traced across your lips and his dark eyes staring deeply into yours. The subtle scent of his cologne fills your nostrils. Tendrils of the woodsy, melony fragrance tickle your brain and you unconsciously bite your lower lip.
"It will be fun, Princess. You like it when we've played in public before." He leans in and kisses you softly but insistently. "Won't the fact that you're cheating on Evan right in front of him make it even hotter than usual? Like the time we played when my wife was in the next room with the kids. Mmmmmmmm...I know you'll be so wet."
That naughty thought in your brain sends a little surge straight down and your pussy aches. The memory of cumming so hard with his wife on the other side of a closed door. Being the other woman plus the risk of being caught was the most exhilarating orgasm of your young life.
He casually puts the pinstriped navy sports coat over his crisp white dress shirt. "Be a good girl and get ready. I'll see you at the restaurant."
One last kiss and Daddy leaves your apartment. He's not even checking if you're going to chicken out and not insert the toy. He knows you will be his good little girl and do what he wants. That confidence is one of the things that's drawn you to this older married man over the past several months. His confidence in himself and his confidence in you. He is always so sure that what he's doing will turn you on and fuck if he hasn't been right. You pick up the pink vibrator and slowly push it past your pussy lips. Daddy knows you so well; you are already so wet that it slips in easily. You make sure it is securely in place, nestled in your tight young cunny. You've been so nervous that you lost track of time and are startled when your phone pings with a text from Evan that he's downstairs. You pull up your panties, smooth your skirt and walk to the door. As your hand turns the doorknob, you can just imagine what Daddy would be saying if he were still in your apartment. "What kind of BOY doesn't even come to the door to pick up his date?" You can almost hear his voice, dripping with disdain.
Even though it's not turned on yet, you become even more keenly aware of the vibrator inside you when you sit in the passenger seat and lay eyes on Evan. It's only your third date, but you've been FaceTiming every night over the past two weeks. It's still early, you'd hesitate to even call it a "relationship" at this point, but he's cute and funny and you're starting to get comfortable around each other. Other than some first-time awkwardness the only time you've slept together, things have started off great. He smiles that smile that melts your heart a bit and says "I'm so glad you suggested this. Everyone I've mentioned it to has raved about this place." Your cheeks blush a bit at the idea that he's mentioning you to his friends and you can't help picturing a future with him. A future that a married man can't give you. You reach over to hold his free hand while he drives. During the 20-minute trip to the restaurant you start to relax and almost forget that, in spite of what Evan thinks, this date isn't only with him.
As the waitress brings water and menus to the table, the slow rhythmic pulse gently massages your g-spot. You and Daddy have played with this toy enough that you know he's starting slow to tease you. But even at the lowest setting, you're having trouble concentrating. The sensation between your legs, the public setting, and Evan sitting across from you is overwhelming enough, but Daddy's gaze is almost too much. Locked in on your green eyes, penetrating you. An amused smirk on his face as he idly swipes his finger across the screen, and you feel the vibrations intensify. You squirm a bit in your seat as your panties soak through with your wetness.
