Cafe Date And Unexpected Pleasure

You had been talking for months, sometimes just sending each other a gif or a meme. You took your time before going on a first date together, not wanting to ruin things but it went spectacular. Smooth discussions, laughs... And a great kiss at the end, just like in the movies.

You kept texting each other, the topic becoming more and more private. How do you touch yourself? What do you like in bed? Which one is your favorite toy? What's your biggest fantasy?... More than once you touched yourself with their instructions in your ear.

But it was time for a 2nd date. You met in a café, quite boring actually but it was the closest location for you both. Even if the conversation was innocent You kept thinking about the last phone call, when they came with a whimper and your name on their lips.

You were seated in front of them, and they kept looking at you with intense eyes, a slight smirk in place. They knew how turned on you were right now.

"Do you plan to ever come back to this place? No? Want to do something for me, then? Go in the bathroom and take off your panties."

You want to protest but they interrupt you "And give it to me when you come back"

You can feel a thrill in your stomach. You talked about this, being touched in public, having to be quiet. So you go.

You return from the bathroom, sure that everyone knows that you're bare under that skirt. The mix of shame and arousal is so good to feel!

You discretely put your soaked panties in their hand and they make a show of smelling the fabric before putting it in a pocket.

"You smell so fucking good. Now come sit on this couch, next to me."

You obey, your body hotter than ever.

They whisper in your ear. "Be a good girl and stay quiet. I'll make it look like I'm showing you something on my phone. Don't make a noise"

They start a random video, explaining something but you can't concentrate on what they're saying... A hand is on your thigh and going up under. A shiver runs through you when their warm fingers finally touch your wet folds.

"Fuck you're really turned on. Aren't you?" They chuckle against your ear, kissing your temple sweetly as a loving partner would.

"If you can take 2 fingers without a sound, I'll reward you later."

Their fingers are slowly exploring, finding your most sensitive spots. You want it faster, harder, rougher. Like in your dream where you thought about them eating you out like a starved castaway.

But no. They have another plan in mind, and you're in public. The Café is busy and the waitress is looking at you quite often.

"She asked twice now if we needed anything. You think she knows, baby? Does she know that I have my fingers deep into your pretty pussy? Does she know that you're going to leave a wet spot on that couch?"

You don't answer. You can't. The slow dance of their fingers is driving you mad. If you open your mouth, you'll moan.

"Another cup of tea, please. What about you?"

You open your eyes (when did you close them?), and look at the waitress waiting for your answer. That sadistic partner of yours keeps their fingers still in your pussy and you almost whimper in shame, arousal, and frustration. You can barely mutter your order (you don't even know what you asked for to be honest). The lovely waitress leaves you alone, clearly aware of what's happening.

"She knows. She just wanted to see you closer. You're sexy when you're desperate like that." They whisper in your ear.

Their long fingers start moving again, lightly at first then with more force.

A little gasp escapes the prison of your throat when their thumb finds your clit.

"Shhh. Hold it in. You're doing great but the guy on our left is going to suspect something if you don't keep it quiet"

It's like lava in your veins. Knowing that anyone can see you, your bare ass on the couch, and your date's hand between your legs. The arousal keeps growing, your inner thighs coated with your wetness. It's a miracle you haven't been more loud in your pleasure.

A low whine escapes your throat, your fingers tighten around their wrist and you mutter under your breath that you're close. So... fucking... close.

"Then do it. In silence, kitten, or they'll hear everything and know what you are...."

A flick of their thumb on your sensitive clit.

"A pretty slut"

It's too much. Biting your lips, you can barely hear the world around you. Your pussy clenches around their fingers, in sync with your heartbeat. And a wave of pleasure takes your breath away.

When you open your eyes, you can hear coughing next to you and your date speaking to the guy on the left.

"Oh no, sorry it's nothing. It just went the wrong pipe you know. Sorry for disturbing you."

They turn to you, an amused smile on their smug face.

"Can't take you anywhere apparently. Had to fake my own death so they would not hear you."

They carefully take their fingers out of you and, after looking around, sucked them with an appreciative moan.

"Delicious. My favorite dessert, for sure."

And when the waitress returns with your order, you both notice the wink when she wishes you a good day. You and your date look at each other, astounded.

"Well, I guess she liked the show then."