Radiating nervous energy, Anna had trouble concentrating as her eyes darted around the restaurant, trying to see into all of the dimly lit alcoves. Was he here, was he watching her right now? Thinking about him watching her from the dark .... made the hair stand up on the back of her neck, her breathing was quick, and she was growing increasing wet.
In fact, she wanted to go and tidy up down there, check her makeup and hair, but his instructions had been clear. If she came tonight, she was not to leave once she sat down, or everything was off. She cringed at the thought, and her stomach felt like that first wild drop of a roller-coaster - Not That! All of the preparations, the time, all of that delicious anticipation, the teasing, the yearning - it would all disappear into the night in an instant.
First there had been the opening overtures, and as she was more comfortable with him, she came to look forward to hearing from him, and then she read his first story. It had transfixed her, and in the privacy of her own bedroom she had read it again that night, and then touched herself until she was washed over a waterfall of ecstasy and into a night of vivid dreams. It became her secret place, the stories became a world where she could experience passion and abandon. She knew she had a naughty side, but a man with that kind of commanding presence, who knew what he wanted, and what he would do drew her like a moth to a flame.
His comportment intrigued her; once he was assured that she was actually of age, he was by turns a rakish tease whose words awakened lust, then withdraw and insist that she choose. She did have a choice, but not really. Her life was good, but uninspiring at present. So the choice of the mundane she lived, or a secret world full of new experiences and surprising pleasures.
At the same time, her new world was a safe place to experiment and dabble with new delights. She found that most of these new things inflamed her further without the risks of random strangers.
Although she began to think of it often, she hadn't dared to act on her desire to experience it all. In fact, her dreams and fantasies began to be occupied with her actually immersed in the event; it was no longer a story but it was Anna who was restrained, submitted, spanked, teased, and orgasming until she passed out. During her private sessions, she learned to drag it out, to suspend her pleasure in that wonderful place just before she lost all control, but it ultimately was not enough.
No matter how vivid her dreams or imagination, she longed to experience it in person. She wanted to feel the lined restraints that held her firmly in place, feel his eyes and hands on her, experience the sensory deprivation of a blindfold as he touched, teased and spanked her, and hopefully so much more!
She snapped back to the present as she saw a large man walking towards her - was it him? Her heart fluttered, and she started to leak further into her panties as he grew closer. She remembered to look down at her hands as instructed. The shadow of him swept over, and then past her, warmly greeting the members of another table.
She realized that she had been holding her breath, and it whooshed out of her as she tried to steady herself.
There was a moment of doubt; what had she gotten her self into? While this man pushed her pleasure buttons with alacrity, she really didn't know him. Why entrust herself to a stranger who had told her repeatedly that he was going to strip her naked, blindfold her, bind her, and do as he pleased? Just thinking that to herself made her body tingle, and her nipples hardened against the cups of her bra, heightening her pleasure. The feelings coursing through her body gave the definite answer, this man had the power to make her cum with just his words, and her body would accept nothing less than the actual experiences she had read and imagined for months. She had to have it, nothing else would quench the burning fire in her loins.
She purposely reached out with a slightly shaking hand and drank from her water again, in part to calm her nerves, and in part to keep her hand from slipping under the tablecloth again. He had said nothing about touching herself while waiting, but she couldn't take any more without loudly coming right here in the dining room. Her faced flushed further at the thought of the spectectale of crying out and clenching her body as an orgasm burst forth in a graphic display for all to see and hear. She smiled slightly, knowing that contemplating that embarrassment only further inflamed her arousal.
If she hadn't agreed to obey his instructions and sit there, she would have headed off to the wash-room so that she could take care of her rising need in semi-privacy. The only privacy was not having other women see your face as you came; she had walked into a few bathrooms only to hear the shadow breathing, subtle movements that increased in tempo, moaning and muttering, followed by the exploding orgasm. Her body was betraying her again, remembering the wantonness of someone bringing themselves to orgasm in a public stall inches from her had caused her hand to snake down under the tablecloth, and begin to gently pull up the hem of her skirt. She remembered the smell of that woman's juices released into the air as she came explsovively, and it only fuelled her desire to touch her self immediately. It was very naughty for her to begin to touch herself in public, but her neediness now exceeded her ability to control her own body.
She stroked up the insides of her thighs, moving the skirt up towards her waist with each feathery touch, and she smiled again on how he had been explicit about her wearing a skirt shorter than knee-length, it made perfect sense at this moment. She let out a hissing breath as her hand reached the joining of her thighs and brushed the surface of her panties. She was soaked through! She paused as the thought exploded on her that she may already have a wet spot displaying her naughtiness and need for all to see as she walked through the restaurant. It was now an unrelenting spiral of need and arousal, and her fingers began to trace the line of her slit through the panties, pushing in and stroking her outer lips with the soft fabric.
Increasingly unaware of her surroundings, Anna began to use two fingers so that each digit ran lightly over the edge of her love lips, and began to spread herself apart. She was perilously close to placing her thumb on her clit and driving herself past the point of no control when she startled suddenly to find a man standing over her.
Her hand shot out from under the table as she flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn't bear to look up into his eyes. How long had he been standing there? She was loosing control of her body, and she was no longer sure that she hadn't been making noises as she touched herself. He had to have know what she was doing, and just stood there and watched her! Her face was so hot and flushed, but she suddenly felt light-headed at the though of someone standing next her and silently watching her mastrubate in public. Her head swam and she realized that her blood had been collecting elsewhere as she had been stroking herself toward a public orgasm.
She could feel more than see him bending towards her, and now she was undone! She had gone too far, embarrassed him and herself to a full restaurant like an over-sexed woman in heat, and he was going to call everything off. her face tingled now, and she wasn't sure whether to plead for forgiveness or grasp him and try to draw him into her lust-filled embrace.
She hung there, still looking down, unable to will her body to act, when he saved her by speakign first.
"Anna?" It was quiet enough that only she heard him, but his voice seemed different that she had dreamed; it was higher, and much more tentative.
Whatever the consequences, she had to look him in the eyes, try to win him over despite her brazen behaviour, so she steeled herself and looked up into his face.
