Tags: FxF, D&S, Submissive perspective, Public play, Fingering
It has been a few intense weeks, so a nice outing to a restaurant was a welcome surprise. It's a cozy restaurant with small tables strewn about the dining room and booths lining the walls. We've been enjoying an exquisite dinner from one of those booths overlooking the whole restaurant. We both enjoy people watching and making up little stories about the people that cross our view.
The dinner plates sit empty in front of us, waiting for a waiter to pick them up. I lean against the table, putting my elbows on it and my chin in the palms of my hand. I feel her fingers brushing against my spine as she is comfortably relaxed against the leather back of the booth. I close my eyes and arch my back, relishing in her touch. I never grow tired of it. It's like electricity coursing between us.
I softly hear her voice behind me. "Yeah, you like that, honey?"
I answer with a soft sight and a "mhmm."
I feel her fingers trail my spine and around my waist, making their way under my t-shirt and caressing my skin. I relax deeper, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine.
"Lean forward a bit," she says, her voice still soft.
I open my eyes, look out to the restaurant, and slowly turn my head briefly just as she sits up beside me again. Her hand is still at my waist.
"Why?" I answer confused.
She does not need to answer me as I feel her nails brush digging in my skin. They tell me to do and not to question. I lean a bit forward, lifting my ass from the seat, and I become fully aware what her intention was. Swiftly, her hand is making its way across my waistband, over my ass cheeks, and her fingers brush against my slit.
"No... not here!" I whisper quietly.
"Shhhhh! Be quiet," she says softly but firmly. I know the tone very well.
I sit back against the seat, almost sitting in the palm of her hand. Her fingers slowly brush up and down my slit softly. It just takes seconds for my pussy to get wet from her touch. I have no control over it anymore. It is hers, and she knows how to make it drip with lust and excitement.
She moves closer to me, placing her arm on the table in front of us. From the front it probably looks like she has her arm around my back. The booth protects us from any inside view. I cross my arms in front of me on the table, unconsciously trying to protect myself from view. She softly kisses the side of my cheek and places her head beside mine.
"See anything you like?" Her fingers are still driving me crazy. I feel my wetness increasing as her fingers slowly move up and down and in small circles. They nestle deeper in between my pussy lips. I feel my pulse quicken, my lips part as I take a deep inhale.
"Focus. I asked you a question, my love," she says, clearly amused by my struggle.
I sigh again as I let my eyes scan the room. I'm partly looking for "something I like", but also worried that someone has noticed what we are doing. Apparently I take too long in my search because I feel her fingers getting a bit rougher to get my attention again.
I settle my eyes on one of the waitresses. She's a brunette maybe in her twenties, wearing a white shirt and tight black jeans. I nod my head in her direction. "Her."
Her head follows the waitress as she moves across the dinning room, stopping to take a table's order. "Mhmm good choice," she says, amused, as I feel two of her fingers penetrating me.
