You're sitting next to me in a restaurant. We're in a corner booth where we can't really be seen by the rest of the diners. You've made me wear my remote controlled toy and you are controlling it with your phone as we drink our cocktails.
I'm not wearing panties. You're watching my face as you edge me over and over again. You know me so well that you can tell when I'm close and when to stop and let me catch my breath.
After a while, you ask me which server I like the look of. I point out a tall dark man in his late 20s. You call him over to our table.
"Could you please bring us some paper towels? My girl has made a mess on the chair."
I take a quick audible breath in, ashamed and humiliated. I blush a dark red, from my rock-hard nipples, clearly visible beneath my sheer low-cut top, up to my pink cheeks. My eyes fill with tears but I don't let them fall. I'm determined to not let you make me cry today.
The server goes and brings a couple of sheets.
"I think we're going to need more than that!" you snort.
You lift my skirt up around my waist, exposing my pink horny pussy. I glance down. My lips are parted and swollen, showing their pink soft insides to the shocked server, who is staring intently between my legs.
The pink antenna from the toy emerges from my soaking cunt, and curls up in front of my clit, which is enlarged and standing proud, the little button reaching for release, anywhere it can get it. And the most embarrassing of all - my pussy juice is everywhere. I'm sitting in a puddle of my own cum. It looks like I've pissed myself, like a baby who can't hold it. A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my cheek. I don't make a sound, keeping my head down in shame.
"Do you like what you see?" you ask the server.
The shape of his hard cock is clearly visible under his pants - the suddenness of youth.
"Fuck, that's the hottest little pussy I've ever seen!" he replies, with a big smile on his face.
