by Emily Vixen
“You sound kind of nervous,” Sasha said with a lopsided smirk, “are you sure you’re okay to do this? I’m not going to force you.” Amy swallowed and shook her head quickly.
“Ah, no, its fine, I want to do it. I’m just trying not to talk too much, I don’t want to make too much noise.” She tried to explain everything quickly so she could shut her mouth again afterwards.
“Are you sure you don’t want people to hear you?” Sasha teased her. Amy felt her cheeks burning and the stain of crimson on her face made it clear that Sasha had hit the nail on the head. She looked around briefly and slipped a hand into her handbag, reaching in and finding the remote control for Amy’s love egg. Just briefly, she knocked it up to the highest setting. Amy just about bit back a squeal of surprise and clasped a hand over her mouth. Her legs twitched and quivered and for a moment she thought she might orgasm there and then. As it had only been a brief and sudden wave of intense pleasure that receded just as quickly she managed to control herself, though a part of her desperately wished that hadn’t been the case. Her pussy was throbbing in desperation now, having had a taste of what was to come, and she considering giving in already and simply asking Sasha to hit the controls again and just let her orgasm. She couldn’t believe how desperate she already was. Clearly the excitement of walking around in her short dress with her cunt almost on show was enough to excite her before now, even despite originally feeling embarrassed about it.
“I…I can’t believe you did that just now,” Amy said breathlessly, her breasts heaving as she gripped the side of the table and tried to recover. Sasha was just smirking at her, clearly relishing in the opportunity to tease her girlfriend.
“I can’t believe you obviously liked it so much. Maybe I should just turn it up and leave it that way until we get home.” At the suggestion, Amy could feel herself blushing again. Surely Sasha couldn’t be serious, could she? There was no way Amy would be able to cope with that for such an extended period of time. She would hit her orgasm within minutes and, with her sensitivity hitting its peak immediately afterwards, there was no way she’d be able to keep mouth shut. She’d be screaming her orgasm to the heavens and nobody in the restaurant would have any doubts as to what was happening. The idea of everyone knowing, instead of embarrassing and worrying her as it rightly should have done, instead just excited Amy further. The thought of them all knowing full well how soaking wet her pussy was, how close she was to every subsequent orgasm, perhaps even lifting her dress that extra inch or two and even letting them all see.
With Amy so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the waiter approach with their coffees. They had enjoyed a small meal together and ordered coffee for afterwards, and it was during the wait that Amy had run to the bathroom to slip the love egg in at Sasha’s encouragement. She had been uncertain about doing it at first but had very quickly come around to the idea. After how good it had felt from being turned on only for a matter of moments, she was now 100% on board with the idea. She was going to struggle to bring herself to take it out again later on.
“Whose was the decaf?” The waitress was a young woman, early twenties it seemed, with her hair tied back into a loose ponytail and her well-rounded breasts outlined wonderfully by the white of her uniform. Amy shook her head and tried to gather her thoughts, glancing over to Sasha. At some point, she clearly hadn’t heard Sasha’s phone make a noise. She was looking off in the other direction, her phone pressed against one ear. Amy’s attention quickly turned back to the waitress to give her an answer.
“Mine!” she yelled suddenly, catching herself off guard. She went bright red in the face again and coughed, trying to cover it up and wondering what had come over her. It only took a moment to realise why she had yelled all of a sudden. The waitress didn’t say anything, fortunately, and simply set down the two cups of coffee and left them with their bill. Sasha was trying not to laugh and Amy noticed she had one hand in her handbag again, no doubt gripping the love egg’s remote. She had yelled because, yet again, there had been another jolt of pleasure racking her body from the inside. Sasha had set it vibrating just as Amy had opened her mouth to speak and made her shout rather than use her indoor voice, the sudden pleasure too great and intense for her to be able to control her reaction in the slightest. She was just relieved she hadn’t started simply moaning and panting at the waitress instead. What had happened was embarrassing, but that would have been utterly mortifying and would have made it very difficult to come back to the restaurant ever again.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” Amy snapped under her breath. Despite her tone of voice however, it clearly hadn’t been an unpleasant experience for her. She was grinning despite herself, unable to hide her undeniable pleasure at what had happened whilst her cheeks still glowed a healthy pink.
“I can’t believe you didn’t realise I was going to,” Sasha laughed, taking a sip of her coffee. She lowered her voice when she spoke again. “It seems to me like you’re enjoying it though. If you ask nicely maybe I’ll put it on a nice, low, constant setting instead of teasing you like this.” Even before Amy could answer, Sasha was already teasing her further. Clearly she had slipped off one of her shoes and now her bare foot was under the table, tracing up Amy’s leg. Her toes gently crept along her inner thigh, slowing down more and more with every inch that they drew closer to her crotch. Amy was already getting desperately aroused from Sasha’s previous teasing with the love egg, she wasn’t sure she could handle a great deal more. She shifted in her seat a little and tried to push her crotch towards Sasha’s toes, only to find the foot receding and keeping the same distance as ever. Amy let loose an almost imperceptible whine of desperation under her breath as she found her stimulation slipping away.
“Do I…really have to ask?” Amy adjusted herself and tried to sit upright again as Sasha’s foot drifted down her leg once more, slipping away and back into her own shoe as the more dominant woman took a sip of her coffee.
“That depends on if you really want it,” she grinned into her mug. Amy bit her lip uncertainly and glanced around, checking nobody was too close to them before she spoke up. She picked up her mug and took a big gulp, trying to distract herself from her embarrassment before she spoke up.
“…please do it to me?” she asked gingerly, holding her mug in both hands now. Sasha seemed to contemplate it for a moment, taking a long, deliberate sip of her coffee as she thought over Amy’s request.
“Do what to you?” she finally said with a grin. Amy let out another quiet little whine and drained more of her coffee as she tried to bring herself to say it.
“Turn on the egg.” Amy all but whispered. It was impressive that Sasha had even heard her.
“I suppose I could turn it on,” Sasha said, glancing down at her handbag before looking at Amy once again, “why do you want me to do that?” Clearly she wasn’t going to make this easy at all. Amy wriggled nervously in her seat and swallowed more of her coffee, trying to distract herself, only to find out she’d already finished it. Clearly she shouldn’t have only ordered a small.
“I’m…” Amy said the second word so quietly that she couldn’t even hear it herself. Of course, Sasha wasn’t happy to let her get away with that.
“I didn’t quite catch that, try again,” Sasha teased her, setting her empty mug down as well. Clearly they’d both wanted more than a small. It didn’t especially matter though. In fact, Amy hoped it would mean they would leave the restaurant sooner and could get home instead. They had brought a few things earlier on aside from the love egg and she was growing impatient waiting to try them out.
“I’m horny.” Sasha whispered under her breath, looking around nervously in case someone managed to overhear her. Sasha grinned and reached into her handbag again, grabbing the remote and knocking it up to the lowest setting.
“Well, I suppose that’s worth just a little pleasure for now,” Sasha said with a smirk. Amy gasped and bit back a moan of pleasure, glad to finally have t
he toy vibrating inside of her at a more manageable intensity for a longer period of time. She gripped the hem of her dress and her toes were curling in her shoes. It felt so good to finally start having it quake inside of her, hitting her in just the right spot and it was made all the better by the build-up and the danger of being caught here in the restaurant. She kept quiet of course, despite the growing temptation to intentionally let someone discover what was happening.
“Can we go back,” Amy stopped abruptly and gasped, biting on her lower lip to silence herself. She had leaned forward to talk quietly to Sasha and it had moved the love egg slightly, hitting an entirely new spot that made it feel as if she was being rubbed and masturbated anew. Her legs shook slightly and she did her best to control herself, calming down enough to speak again. “Can we go back to the apartment now, and try out the other toys?” she whispered softly. Sasha looked her over uncertainly for a moment, pursing her lips and considering what to do next.
“I suppose we can, let me just pay for this.” Sasha reached over and grabbed her bag, pulling it across to her lap before intentionally pushing it onto the floor at the side of the table and sighing loudly. Amy looked at her in confusion but the reason for her behaviour was obvious soon enough. The waitress from earlier on was passing by and Sasha called out to her.
“Oh, excuse me, sorry, could you pass me my bag please? I just knocked it down. If I lean over I think I’ll pop out of this top,” Sasha laughed, comfortable as ever talking with a total stranger. The waitress smiled and seemed happy to oblige. Amy was so distracted by the exchange she didn’t realise at first that Sasha’s foot had crept over towards her again and was pushing her legs apart, flashing her bare pussy towards the waitress beneath the table. Amy froze up and felt her face burn bright red. She didn’t dare fight back for fear of drawing attention to herself. The waitress bent down to pick up the bag and stopped briefly, clearly distracted for a moment. She was looking. Amy could feel the waitress’ eyes on her pussy, she knew she was looking. She could just tell somehow and her pussy was getting wetter in excitement at the idea of being exposed. When the waitress stood up again she smiled and returned the handbag to Sasha, then looked at Amy. She had a knowing grin and raised her eyebrows, making sure Amy knew she had seen, before walking away. Amy’s heart was thundering in her chest and she was struggling for words. Sasha’s foot drifted away from her legs again and Amy quickly shut her legs, blushing brightly.
“I-I can’t believe you did that, I think she just saw everything!” Amy gasped, unable to keep the grin of excitement off her face despite trying to sound worried.
“I think my toes are rather wet as well, so if she did see everything, I think that’s what you wanted.” Sasha grinned. She didn’t even bother looking up to respond, instead focusing on getting out her purse and paying the bill – along with a generous tip. The waitress had, after all, helped to get her girlfriend significantly aroused ready for the night ahead of them. Sasha got to her feet first and intentionally leant across the table to push up. It was only for a second or two, but whilst she was stood up yet still leaning on the table, she held the position in order to direct Amy’s attention to her cleavage. More specifically, Amy realised, to the fact that Sasha wasn’t wearing a bra – and her large, heavy breasts were hanging inside the blouse in front of her and she could even see her exposed, hardened nipples. In excitement, Amy’s cunt twitched and clamped tighter around the love egg inside of her. It moved it a little and her legs went weak again for just a moment as it worked her up further still by hitting yet another new, unexplored, sensitive spot of pleasure.
“You’re not wearing a bra?” Amy whispered quietly as she finally got to her feet, ready to leave along with Sasha.
“Of course not. You think only you like the idea of people catching a glimpse?” Sasha smirked. With that, she led Amy from the restaurant, sharing a knowing smile with the waitress on their way out, and returned to her car.
The journey home didn’t take more than a few minutes but it was still enough time for Sasha to tease and work up Amy further. They played a little game to make the short journey more interesting. As with any driver, Sasha seemed to inevitably get caught at every single set of traffic lights she had the misfortune to encounter. With that in mind, she set up a rule for their short drive back to the apartment. Every time they stopped at a set of red lights, Sasha would reach into her handbag and increase the intensity of the love egg’s vibration by one. It was the first time that Amy had ever hoped for red lights. There were five sets of traffic lights on the way back and the toy was already buzzing on its lowest setting inside of her, so considering how their journey normally went, she greatly looked forward to feeling the hard, throbbing pleasure of the love egg hitting vibration level six out of eight by the time they returned home.
Naturally, instead, they were inexplicably fortunate with the traffic lights on that particular night. Once they returned home the love egg had only climbed to vibration level two, and though she was disappointed, it was certainly not the worst fate that Amy could have imagined. It felt incredible anyway and she struggled to resist the urge to give in and start masturbating in the passenger seat of the car whilst Sasha drove.
She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed as they parked the car and made their way into the building, taking the elevator up to their floor and heading into the apartment they shared. It was a comfortable size, with a bedroom the two of them shared and decently sized bathroom as well as an open-plan living room that expanded out into a kitchen and dining room. Windows on one side gave an incredible view of the city skyline lit up at night. A bag was propped up on the sofa with the items they had brought earlier on and Amy was desperate to dive in and enjoy every single toy urgently. Sasha wandered over to the bag and fished through it, grinning slightly as she pulled out a blindfold.
“I think we’ll start with this,” she said, strolling over and helping Amy to slip it on. Left in utter darkness, she could only rely on Sasha’s guidance and could feel herself grow more sensitive almost immediately. She heard Sasha walk around behind her and unzip her dress slowly. Without her sight she could only focus on the sensation of Sasha’s fingertips again her bare skin and the feel of the dress dropping to pool around her feet, leaving her stood naked in the middle of the apartment. Sasha moved her hands gently along Amy’s body and the more submissive of the two women eagerly leaned into her touch. They wandered over only her back to begin with, then to her shoulders, squeezing and massaging them gently. Then they came around to the front and gently squeezed her breasts instead, groping them, massaging them. She moved to focus on the nipples, her soft fingertips gently brushing them, rubbing them tenderly as Amy panted out quiet moans. Her hands moved down further, across her stomach and her hips, down to her rear which she grasped firmly. She pulled Amy’s cheeks apart and Amy could feel her pussy stretching open, easily on show if Sasha happened to be squatting down or even leaning over at all.
Suddenly the sensations stopped entirely and Amy looked around uncertainly, despite knowing it was pointless to do so with the blindfold on. She heard the bag rustling and grew more excited, knowing another toy would soon enough be used on her.
“This should do nicely. Hold on a moment.” There was a teasing airiness to Sasha’s voice and Amy was getting wetter and wetter, her slit soaking with the anticipation alone. Well, that and the love egg still buzzing away inside of her. It wasn’t especially intense and she was starting to get used to it now, but it was certainly helping to keep her aroused whilst she waited for Sasha to follow through on her plans. There was the noise of something being moved and then Sasha took her hand, leading her a few steps across the room and guiding her to sit down. Sasha had brought one of the chairs from the dining room, she realised when she sat down and felt the back of the chair behind her. She was more than happy to let Sasha move her hands and felt another little burst of excitement as something cold and metal snapped around her left wrist and then the ri
ght one. Her hands were cuffed behind her back now, leaving her utterly prone for Sasha – an idea that she was loving more and more with every passing moment.
There was some rustling in the bag again and this time she knew what to expect. Sasha squatted down in front of Amy and spread her legs, making her slit wetter still at the thought of having her wet pussy exposed in such a way, before braces were strapped to either of her ankles. The separator bar. Now her pussy was going to be open wide permanently and Amy realised she was already panting with barely concealed lust. Her legs twitched slightly and she realised she could barely move them either. Oh, Sasha was good at this. She’d positioned the separator bar under the chair, so not only was Amy exposed to her, but she couldn’t even try to move at all. Sasha had complete and utter access to her bare, exposed pussy and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. She wouldn’t want to do anything about it, of course, but somehow having all power taken out of her hands like this was nonetheless exciting.
There was again some rustling in the bag and Amy bit her lip in excitement, wondering what it could be. Her mind was racing. She could barely even remember what they had bought earlier on. She heard Sasha walk around in front of her and felt something soft brush tenderly over her neck, tickling her gently. That was it, the long feather, to tickle and tease her. Amy shuffled in her seat and gasped softly as the feather trailed downwards, her body quivering with anticipation of where Sasha might strike next. The feather’s soft tip was suddenly at her left nipple, circling around it before suddenly flicking across it. Amy let out a yelp of pleasure, her entire body jerking with the unexpected yet positive sensation. It trailed slowly down across her stomach now, tickling her slightly, creeping ever closer to her throbbing, soaking slit. Then, as it neared her aching clit, it suddenly shot up again and instead teased her right nipple in much the same way as the left. She hadn’t been expecting it at all. Her body jolted and she let out a little gasp of pleasure again, moaning quietly and struggling in place.