Counterparts Pt. 02 - Darling

"Are you ready? We'll be late for our reservation," I say, standing in front of the mirror putting my hair up.

I pull on a few strands before I take a step back, admiring myself in the mirror.

The black dress and heels I wear are simple but look great with the silver accessories I chose to accentuate my outfit. I turn around just in time to see you walking in and now the risk of being late seems insignificant.

You wear your black long sleeved shirt with the deep V-neck that leaves little room for imagination. Strings decorate the space in between, creating a net like look. A mini skirt completes the outfit, showing your shapely legs.

You know that I love that shirt and most of all your legs. I step up to you and kiss you, leaning down a bit more than usual because of my heels.

"Is that my surprise?" I ask as you walk over to the shoe cabinet and get your own heels out.

"No," you simply say, giving me a devious smile over your shoulder. Instead of sitting down you bow down to put your heels on, causing your skirt to slightly ride up.

"You're wearing no panties," I say matter of factly, too startled to say anything sexy.

You simply smile and close the straps of your shoes, wiggling your ass at me. As you do I see it. Only a tiny reflection of light, but I instantly know what I saw.

"A buttplug?" Suddenly I'm feeling hot and I definitely don't care about that reservation anymore.

But you just shrug, adjust the skirt and take my hand, leading me to the door.

"It's nothing, just a little extra," you say innocently although you know damn well that it is not nothing.

I can't help but stare at your ass. I mean, I knew you wanted to try a buttplug but I didn't expect you to do it today. Or maybe this isn't the first time? Either way I can't stop my brain from creating dirty scenarios, most of them involving you on the bed, legs spread and my face buried between them.

As we are driving I keep wondering whether you'd be in for a quickie on the backseat before we get to the restaurant. You notice my looks but do nothing but smile. Finally we pull into the restaurant's parking lot. It's a mystery to me how you can seem so unaffected whilst I sit here, already flushed and wet.

Just before we enter the restaurant you hold me back, pulling me down so you can whisper into my ear: "I know you've been wondering. It feels incredible. And I am so wet right now."

Without another word you walk in. This is going to be a very long dinner. A waitress leads us to a table in the back corner of the restaurant. I want to take the seat opposite to you but you grab your chair and put it next to mine.

Puzzled I look at you, but again you just smile and give the waitress our orders before you start smalltalk. You keep it up until the food arrives. As soon as we are alone your behaviour changes.

You lean over to me, whispering seductively into my ear: "Do you want to see how wet I am?"

You take my hand and guide it beneath the table. Feeling your hot pussy pressed against my hand sends shivers down my spine and straight between my legs. You really are wet and my fingers instantly search for your clit, my food forgotten on its plate. I rub your pussy, occasionally pushing two fingers in.

With your increasing breathing I begin to finger you faster. You press yourself against my hand, trying to create friction with your buttplug.

Abruptly you press your legs together, holding onto the table as your orgasm overwhelms you with an intensity neither of us expected.

I watch as you close your eyes, trying to stay quiet as your legs tremble with each wave of your orgasm. Carefully I free my hand from between your thighs. Suddenly I'm scared that someone might have seen it but everyone is occupied by themselves.

We finish our dinner in record time. I am too impatient for dessert or anything else and urge you to leave the restaurant as quickly as we can. Your little show really turned me on and there is something I urgently want to do now.