I walked into the single bathroom of the bar and locked the door softly behind me. I placed the bag on the edge of the sink and took a deep breath.
"Oh what the fuck, it'll be fun," I told my reflection in the mirror. I reached under my black skirt and slid my red thong over my ass and down my thighs. I steadied myself on the sink as I stepped out of each leg and balled up the thong. I would slip it into my coat pocket when I got back to the table. I stepped into the black panties and pulled them up over my strong legs. I made sure the hard little egg was nestled in between my lips right at my clit, and then I smoothed down my skirt, making sure I looked the same as before. I put the paper bag and tissue paper in the trash and stepped out of the bathroom.
I greeted the rest of my friends as I quickly stopped by my coat hanging on the rack near our booth. As I slid back into my place and grabbed my beer I felt the lowest vibration, and my eye lids fluttered as my attention went directly to my clit. I smiled and turned my attention to my other friends, not giving the slightest attention to him.
The night went on like that, with little shots of vibration followed by nothing. I would be chatting with someone about work and all of a sudden my voice would get breathier and I would lean back on the edge of the table we were standing near. I would be ordering a drink and suddenly the vibration would be so high it was all I could do to keep on my feet as I put all my weight against the bar.
Sometimes he would time it while the group was laughing at a joke, or the music suddenly came on even higher, so I could hide the tiny moans that escaped. Other times he would watch a one on one conversation I was having at the edge of the room, waiting for the absolute worst time. After a few hours I was soaking wet and dying to cum. The teasing was beyond bearable. And then just then he appeared at my elbow in the middle of a conversation.
"Can I grab her away for a dance?" He asked, grabbing me around the waist and whisking me off to the edge of the bar where a few people were dancing. He held me close and moved against me, always with one hand on my body and the other down by his side. The vibrations got steadily stronger and then would back away instantly, sometimes moving with the music, or his hand, or my body, sometimes completely by surprise. The randomness, not being able to control it, or to tell what would happen next was driving me crazy.
"Oh my god, you're driving me insane." I whispered in his ear.
"That's the point." He whispered back, almost growling into my ear. I was starting to lose my ability to stand up on my own, and I think he could tell. He took my hand and brought me into the shadows at the end of the bar. He pushed me up against the wall, his leg pushing its way between mine, his thigh pushing up right against the vibrator, right against my clit. The vibrations were still random, fast and slow, and I was starting to shake.
"I want to watch you cum, right here, a stone's throw from the rest of our friends." I could only smile in response, and throw my head back against the wall. I'm pretty sure I would have slid right down the wall if his thigh hadn't been pushing me up. My mouth opened and I started to moan, the sounds drowned out by the music but anyone who had looked our way would have known exactly what was happening. He grabbed my jaw and pressed his mouth firmly against mine. I don't know if that hid what we were doing, but it pushed me over the edge and I came hard against him, grabbing onto his arms.
"Stop, please stop," I mumbled and he turned the vibrations down. I tried to catch my breath but he turned my face roughly towards his.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I need to get you back to my place, right now." I smiled and nodded, and we grabbed our coats, not even saying goodbye.
