My husband and I frequently discussed various fantasy experiences, even taking some steps to act on a few of them. On this particular evening, he had come up with a new sexual adventure, one we hadn't specifically talked about before. It began with the purchase of a wearable vibrator, one of those little plastic bullets that fit inside a pocket in panties. This pair was red with string ties at the hips and barely covered my ass with a thin layer of lace. After a little testing at home, he instructed me to finish getting dressed. We were heading out for an evening on the town. When we arrived at the crowded restaurant, I still wasn't exactly sure what he had planned for me. That would be revealed as we sat in the parking lot.
I was to enter and find a table facing the restaurant's interior so I could see everyone and everyone could see me. He gave me his cell phone and a set of earbuds, with a recording all cued up and ready to go. My first task was to select an employee, someone to whom I might be attracted. The audio story, which he had recorded himself, would describe a sexual fling with my selected "partner" for the evening. Once I had received my drink order, I was to start the audio clip and crank up the vibrator. He knew I liked erotic stories and masturbated to them frequently, but that night it was going to happen in public. I would be exposed and alone, without a safety net. When it was all over, I was supposed to recount my experience for his subsequent enjoyment. While this all sounded quite lovely, things didn't go precisely as he had anticipated.
I had been at it for several minutes. I was nervous, but the story was a good one and the hidden vibrator was doing its job. Unfortunately, before I could finish my assigned task I realized something might be amiss. I could see two servers talking quietly and looking in my direction. I decided it was time to end the game and got up to leave. On my way to the door, a man intercepted me, stating that he was the manager and would like to have a private word with me. I wasn't sure I wanted to speak to him - I'd much rather have escaped as quickly as possible, with some of my dignity still intact. But rather than taking a chance on making a scene, I nodded meekly in agreement. He motioned for me to follow him and he led me back through the restaurant and kitchen to his office, with the two employees smiling knowingly and averting their eyes as I passed by.
Once in his office, the manager offered me a seat, which I took, closed the door and stood in front of me with his hands on his hips. He asked me to explain my behavior but I feigned ignorance, hoping that the details of my little escapade remained unclear. He got a little angry at my charade and repeated what his employees told him - that the waitress noticed me staring at another employee with a distracted look on my face and that she had heard a strange hum from the booth where I was seated. It had only taken her a few minutes to figure it out, and she had even asked a second waitress to confirm her suspicions before reporting my activities. The manager asked again for my side of the story. Knowing that there was no real proof that I had done anything wrong, I simply denied everything and told him that I thought the conversation should be over.
To my surprise, he thought for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. He shrugged, opened the door and stepped aside, clearing my path to leave. With a sigh of relief, I stood and moved toward the doorway. But just as I passed him, he stepped behind me and grabbed my bicep, halting my progress. I froze as he reached around with his right hand to roughly grope my crotch, exploring just long enough to find the hard, mini vibrator nestled in my panties. With that he pushed the door closed in front of me and pulled me back into his body.
