A woman wears vibrating panties controlled by her man to a fancy restaurant.

I’m sitting in the parking lot of a nice Italian restaurant with my phone in my hand. I can see you through the big front windows already sitting at a table, wearing the classy but revealing top I presented to you as a gift just the other day. You look like a well-put-together woman waiting for your date to arrive.

What people don’t see is what lies underneath your clothes. A day into our vacation and we had gone into a sex shop near our hotel and purchased an interesting toy. It was a small clitoral vibrator with a matching pair of panties that included a special pocket just over your clitoris. What I liked most about the device was the fact it could be controlled remotely through an app on my phone.

You put it on when we changed for dinner earlier, but I hadn’t used it yet. I had a few souvenirs to buy so we went our separate ways arranging to meet at the restaurant near our reservation time. I decided to be a few minutes late on purpose. After all, I had a plan.

It’s early evening – still light out, but with the sun low on the horizon. The lights have just come on in the restaurant which gives me a perfect view inside the bistro.

I watch as a handsome waiter approaches your table to bring you your water.

Inside the restaurant, your eyes peruse the menu and you glance at your watch wondering where I am. You hear footsteps approaching and raise your eyes to see the handsome young man. I had been teasing you all day and your mind is distracted by sex. For a moment you picture yourself bent over the table with him behind you, fucking you with desire and abandon. You try not to show this on your face.

“Would you like some water?” he asks.

Buzzz!

From the car, I can see you jump slightly out of your seat. You hit the waiter’s arm and he spills the carafe. Reflexively he takes out his towel to wipe you off, sweeping it and his hand down near your breast. With your revealing top with no bra underneath, he sees more than he should. It all happens in a second. He reflexively apologizes as do you.

“I’m so sorry,” You say. “I’m just a bit jumpy today.”

“No problem madam.” He replies.

No problem indeed you think to yourself. I’m sure you got a good look at my bouncing tits.

“Let me refill my carafe and I’ll be back.”

You silently curse me with a smile. That wasn’t accidental. I must be somewhere close to be activating the vibrator. Your eyes dart around the restaurant and then outside. The parking lot is impossible to see with the setting sun in your eyes.

Suddenly a text pings on your phone. It says.

“Wow, the waiter got a good look at your breasts. You should have seen his face.”

You go to type your response asking where I am. Suddenly you see the water carafe in your peripheral vision. The waiter is standing right at your shoulder and can see what I’ve written on your phone. He’s also getting another great view down your top.

Buzzzzz.

I give you another buzz, but this time you are ready for it as you try to ignore the pleasure shooting through your body. Only now do you realize how loud it is. The casing must still be loose from where I put the battery in. OMG you think, the waiter can surely hear it.

“Madame is being joined?” he asks.

For a second you wonder what he means. Then you respond. “Yes,” you say. “He should be here any moment.”

“Very good,” he responds, pouring water into a second glass and then leaving.

You go back to your phone, deleting the previous question and replacing it with “you asshole” and adding a devil face.

Just as you hit send, you receive another text from me.

“Waiter has a boner the size of the Leaning Tower of Pisa after that look down your top. Check his pants.”

You look across the room. His black dress pants are definitely bulging. He catches you glance at him, but rather than act embarrassed he shoots you a thirsty and smoldering look.

I’m watching it all and decide to buzz you again. You inherently squirm and he sees you do it. You realize you must look like a woman desperate to get fucked.

You text me again: “Get in here quick or I’ll soon be in the kitchen bent over between the pasta and the parmesan.”

Moments later, a figure looms over your shoulder looking down your top. Is it him again?

“I’m right here I say,” taking my seat.

“You’re a rascal!” you say laughing. “D you know what you’ve put me through?”

Put YOU through. Poor waiter. You’ve got him all hot and horny.”

“He’s not the only one,” you say.

I smile and stare at you with your master’s eyes.

“I’ll have to show him who you belong to. “

Leaning in, you lean in with me as I take your chin and plant an extremely hot kiss on your lips.

Your body is bent over, revealing your breasts even more. A shadow appears to our side and a man says.

‘Sir is an extremely lucky gentleman.”

‘Sir agrees with you,” I reply.

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My phone is still in my hand and as you give your order I give you a low pulse to your clit that makes you shiver in delight, interrupting your thoughts. I turn it off again to let you finish.

‘Stop that!” you say as soon as the waiter leaves the table.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll let you eat in peace.”

Our eyes dance during dinner and I turn our conversation to the sensual whenever I can. Your panties are drenched, but you’ve already agreed you won’t take them off.

As we leave the restaurant, dusk is growing and the warmth of the air reminds us both of a dream. There’s a small city park just across the narrow street from the restaurant and as we walk, I look behind us to see the waiter checking out your ass from the window.

I hit my phone again and can hear the pulse from your panties. I slide my hand down to your ass and tell you the waiter was checking you out.

We inherently steer ourselves behind a collection of shrubs and trees and at the first sign of privacy, I spin you around and press you against a great oak tree.

Our mouths meet with the fire of our souls. Hands stroking each other’s faces lost in the moment. Time stands still as our lips meet and our eyes lock. Pressing you against the oak, I slide my hand underneath your top and pull out your breasts which feel delightful in the warmth of the evening. Your hands are on my ass.

My phone is in my pocket, still open to the app. As I push against you the vibrator in your panties once again roars to life.

Feeling my hands grope your breasts you feel both vulnerable and protected. Your nipples are visible to the evening except when my palms and mouth enclose them. I press my legs against your hips. You notice my hard member growing in my dress pants – a sizeable counterpoint to the vibrator in your panties. You need to pull me closer so you wrap your right leg around my hip and tilt your head back as an invitation to be totally and completely taken.

Opening your eyes and turning towards the restaurant you notice that our cover is less than you expected. The shrubs had given way slightly on either side of the oak tree giving people on the roadway and the restaurant a view of both of us as we tear at each other. A figure stands at the window, broad-shouldered and strong, peering out trying to penetrate the dim light with his eyes. It’s the waiter and it’s impossible to know exactly what he can see.

The vibration against your pussy is reaching overload as you unzip my pants and pull out my manhood, feeling the girth on your hands. You begin to slide down the tree and look up at me. I’m ready to take you. Once you reach my beltline I take my cock and slide it between your lips as you taste my throbbing head.

With your head braced against the tree, I begin to furiously fuck your beautiful face, occasionally pulling out for moments at a time to rub myself against your gorgeous lips. The whole scene is becoming wet and naughty.

Another glance towards the figure. He’s still at the window. You think about the bulge earlier in his pants and wonder how hard he must be trying to decipher this pornographic scene under the cover of dusk.

You take comfort in the fact we’re on vacation and no one knows us here. I thrust into your mouth harder and quicker now and you feel my legs shake.

Grabbing my ass with your hands you feel your own orgasm build. The humidity and darkness of dusk envelop you like a protective blanket, while our sheer brazenness turns you on like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

You take one last look at the waiter across the road before squeezing your eyes shut as your own orgasm begins to hit. Your clit lights up with pleasure as the vibrations take you next level. At the same time, you can hear me roar as I place a few fingers on my shaft and pump quickly to cum in your mouth.

But your own climax peaks first, your mouth flies open with a muted cry as you hold back the sound. My member explodes engulfing your lips as I pump – one hand leaning against the tree, the other on my cock.

While we hold back our sounds, our bodies convulse as we both draw out our pleasure. I watch as my cum drips down your lips and your chin before I slide back into your mouth
one more time just to feel you around my cock and make sure I’m truly drained. Finally, I slide it out, look down at your cum covered face, and smile.

“The toy, you whisper. Turn it off.” I reach into my pocket and touch the screen. You pitch forward slightly arms around my thighs as you try to catch your breath.

“Oh my God,” you say. “That was intense.” Reflexively you look back at the restaurant. The silhouette of the waiter is gone, but somehow you know he didn’t miss the big finish.

You feel my hands underneath your arms as I pick you up and get your bearings. The park is still quiet. The only sounds are some cars in the distance.

“Oh my God Gorgeous You look beautiful,” I whisper. “That was amazing.”

“That was quite a load tiger. And I had quite an orgasm.”

“Those panties were a good investment.”

You look in your purse for some tissues to wipe off your face. You have none left.

“We have wetnaps in the car,” I say

“You want me to walk to the car with cum on my face?”

“It’s dark and hard to see. No one will be sure what they see if we walk quickly enough.”

Taking your hand, we walk back to our car in front of the restaurant. Your heart pounds and your eyes scan around for people, but there seems to be no one there. I walk close to you in a protective fashion as we hold hands.

In a dark corner in front of the restaurant we see the red glint of a lit cigarette end and a familiar voice rings out from the dim figure behind it. “I hope you enjoyed your night.”

I squeeze your hand and answer the waiter for both of us. “Yes, we did.”

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