Daisy bit her lip and squeezed her legs tighter together. She felt hyper aware of the hand that rested on her thigh, and she hated the feeling of her sticky, wet panties pressed up against her. She could feel the heat radiating from her frustrated pussy, and she was sure that the restaurant didn't need the heater if she was there. Across the table sat some old friends she was supposed to be catching up with. She tried to smile and stay engaged in the conversation, but all she could think about was how sensitive she felt down there. She'd never been denied this long, but she was determined to be a good girl and do what was expected of her.
Catherine talked and listened and stayed engaged in the conversation, but she always considered herself to be a great multitasker. She felt thighs tense as her girlfriend pressed her legs together, but Catherine pried them back open easily with her hand, never breaking eye contact with her friends across the table. "Yes, we both use our degrees," she answered her friend's question with a smile. "How about you two?"
Daisy tried her best to keep her breathing steady as she felt Catherine's hand trail up her thigh, under her skirt, and into her panties. If she gasped, she wouldn't know how to cover for herself, so she bit her tongue to keep from making any noise. She felt fingers on her clit and dug her nails into her palms to keep from moaning out loud. She felt swollen from being in a constant state of arousal for almost a month now without receiving any release. She shakily grabbed her glass and sipped at the ice-cold water, hoping it would keep her grounded. The movement in her panties was painfully slow and painfully light--Catherine only applied just enough pressure to be felt, but not enough to cause any substantial pleasure.
Despite how lightly she was being touched, Daisy felt herself reaching the edge again, slowly and steadily. She felt the fingers leave her panties and almost whimpered aloud in frustration, but she gulped down her water before she could lose control. She shivered but did her best to place the thought of an orgasm out of her mind and tried to zone in on the conversation. Suddenly, she felt something cold touch her clit and gasped aloud.
"What's wrong, love?" Catherine asked innocently, crunching down on a piece of ice with her teeth.
Daisy looked at the couple across the table, each of them wearing a similar worried expression. "Nothing," Daisy quipped. "I just...remembered that I forgot to lock the door to the apartment."
"No worries, dear," Catherine said gently. "I locked it before I left."
"Oh," Daisy answered. "That's good."
Catherine hummed in agreement before changing the subject. Despite her easy switch, she continued playing with Daisy's now very cold and extremely wet pussy. The ice melted quickly against her hot skin, leaving a puddle of lukewarm water on the seat to sit on.
"Are you okay, Daisy?" her friend asked from across the table. "You haven't spoken much, and your face is looking pretty red. Do you have a fever?"
Catherine took her other hand that wasn't deep inside of Daisy's panties and pressed to her forehead, then her cheek. "It does feel pretty hot. Are you sick, my love?"
"Maybe you two should go home so that she can rest. We can always meet up another time," their friend said with a bright smile. "We'll have more fun when everyone is well."
Daisy glanced over at her domme with wide, pleading eyes.
"Of course. I'll get the bill." Catherine reached into her purse to retrieve her wallet, her hand never ceasing their movement against Daisy's swollen clit.
"No, no, we invited you out here. We should pay the bill."
