I sit across from you at the quiet corner table, legs crossed, phone resting casually in my palm. My thumb brushes the screen and the vibrator buried deep inside your pussy gives a low, steady pulse that makes your thighs tense under the tablecloth. I watch your face carefully, the way your lips part around a shaky breath, the way your fingers grip the edge of the table.
"Keep still," I murmur, voice low so only you can hear. "No squirming.”
I tap the intensity up another notch. The sudden stronger buzz forces a tiny whimper from your throat. Your nipples are hard against your thin blouse, and I know without looking that your panties are already soaked around the toy. I lean in, smiling, and slide my foot forward until my shoe presses lightly against your ankle.
"Spread a little. Let me see how wet you are getting." When you obey, I reach down to pick up my napkin and glance over, you wetness clearly soaking through those cute pink panties of your. When I sit back up I immediately press the button again, sending a quick series of pulses that make your hips jerk. Your face flushes darker. I keep my expression calm, almost bored, while my thumb dances over the controls, changing the pattern every few seconds so you never get used to the rhythm.
"Look at me," I order softly. "Eyes on mine while I play with your cunt." Another sharp increase in vibration makes you bite your lip hard. I watch the struggle play across your face, the effort not to moan, not to rock your hips against the seat. Your breathing is shallow now, chest rising fast. I can see the sheen of sweat starting at your hairline.
I lower the intensity just enough to keep you desperate, then lean back in my chair, sipping my drink like nothing is happening. "Good girl," I praise quietly. "Stay quiet for me. If you make a sound, I’ll turn it all the way up and leave it there until you’re shaking. Understand?"
Your nod is shaky, eyes glassy with need. I smile and tap the screen again, sending another teasing pulse straight against your clit. Your whole body jolts, but you manage to stay silent. I reward you with a slower, rolling pattern that makes your thighs tremble under the table.
"That’s it," I whisper. "Keep taking it now and I’ll have you screaming in my bed tonight.”
