So I couldn't believe it when I looked up in the restaurant and you were walking toward my booth. When you entered, you smiled and handed me a small paper bag. At the same time, I handed one to you and you walked to the restroom to insert my "gift". I watched you walk away from me, your beautiful ass swaying from side to side in the floral print sundress that I asked you to wear. Every male eye in the place was on you...and so were more than a few female eyes. When you disappeared through the door, I carefully opened my package, which contained your white lace panties, the ones in your photo. Yes, they were just removed and I could feel the warm moisture of your arousal.
When you returned, you were smiling and I pointed to the seat across the booth from me. Like our first meeting, I ordered your meal - a light faire - as I wanted you fresh and full of energy for our early afternoon encounter. As you sat, I caught a slight smell of your perfume and my cock twitched as I remembered the treasure of scent that I had found between your breasts on that night at the beach.
No words were spoken and I simply enjoyed looking at the late morning sunlight reflected in your beautiful eyes. But then I broke the spell. Reaching in my pocket, I retrieved a small plastic controller and my thumb flicked the button to "on". Immediately, your eyes closed as the vibrating egg that you inserted into your vagina began to pulsate. I purposely left the power low - just to give you a tickle.
"Open your eyes and look at me" I said, more directly than friendly. You did and as you gazed into my eyes, I added more power. So interesting, I could see the look in your eyes change from a defiant stare to a dreamy wanting as your cunt began to throb from the attention. At the first sign of a slight tremble, I turned the power off. Again, your eyes met mine and I could see that this was going to be a fine Florida day.
Several times during our meal, I applied power and brought you ever closer to the pleasure that you desired. But not yet, you would have to wait until we were back at your place, where you would please me first, then take yours if and when I was ready to provide it.
After our meal, I hailed a cab and we sat in the back seat together. You remained silent and I refused to chat, except when I had to tell you to do something or the other. In the cab, I audibly told you to spread your legs, I'm sure the driver could hear. When you did, I rewarded you with another blast of power and I pulled your dress up to see your pouting lips, soaking wet and swollen, ready to play.
"Finger yourself" was all I had to say and you inserted the middle finger of your right hand into your burning hot cunt. You removed the finger and brought it slowly to my lips and I tasted your wetness. You then repeated the process and tasted it, yourself, before wiping the finger dry on the shoulder of the driver (I'm sure he smelled your arousal every time he looked over his right shoulder for that entire day).
We entered your place and once inside the door, I pinned you against the wall for a kiss. As we kissed, I again powered-up and wondered how you could hold the egg within your dripping wet cunt. Fluid was running down your thighs to your knees and your aroma caused me to harden.
