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The restaurant was not big, and not crowded. It was noisy. But dimly lit.

He had asked for a table near the back, away from the door, and away from major traffic.

Or, at least she assumed that he had. She'd seen him speaking to the Maitre'd before they sat, and he seemed very insistent.

He sat next to her, which was unusual. He usually sat across the table, but here he was beside her.

It began normally, with airy conversation, but he casually took a little box from his jacket pocket as he spoke.

He put it on the table, and kept talking.

She became curious, but she let him talk, and wondered.

After a bit, he pushed the box toward her.

She looked inside.

It took a few minutes of examination to determine that the odd little object was a vibrator. It was more like a work of art. Only when she managed to switch it on did she understand what it was for.

“Why are you giving this to me here?”, she asked.

“Well”, he said, “read the card.” She noticed the card, taped to the top of the box.

He took the vibrator as she looked in the envelope.

At the exact moment she read the words, she heard the quiet buzz. “DON'T CUM”, the card said.

He had told her, before they went there, to wear a dress. She could feel the vibrator sliding up her leg, and she understood why.

As it made its stately ascent, she realized that the card would be difficult to comply with.

The waiter arrived, and, almost at the same time, the vibrator reached her pussy. It was over her clit, on top of her panties, buzzing fiendishly.

He ordered very pleasantly, and it took her a few seconds to understand that he was intentionally engaging him in conversation, so that she had to project a look of calm as he worked the vibrator gently around her pussy. He seemed merciless, until he ordered for her, something else he was not given to doing, and it occurred to her that he had saved her from having to speak, which she was not sure she could do.

When the waiter left, she began to protest, and, at once, he slid a finger into the panties, and she was aware of how wet she'd become.

He returned to sliding the vibrator over sensitive areas, but when it got to the waistband of her panties, it went right in.

He played with her that way for what seemed like a hundred years. Lingering, light strokes over her clit, until she was biting her lip. Every time she tried to say something, he'd whisper, “don't cum”.
She didn't, but he was not making it easy.

It was even less easy when she felt the dildo. She didn't see where he got it. She didn't see it really. She felt it go into her, and was biting her lip, trying desperately to comply with the order.
“DON'T CUM.” She couldn't. The waiter was there again. They had had appetizers, and he was ordering desert. Again, something different, though welcome.

It was a state of pure torture. Filled by the dildo, vibrator meandering around her private parts, she was gritting her teeth in desperation.

He fed her a spoon full of the desert. It was creamy and sweet, and made he think of sex all the more.
She didn't even see him pay the bill. He Whispered, “I’m letting the vibrator stay where it is for the moment. Let's find the car. If you can't walk, you can lean on me.”

This was more than she could take. Filled and feeling on the verge of a monster orgasm, she could barely move, never mind walk.

But he swept her up, and somehow she got to the curb, where the valet had the car waiting. More transactions with the staff, she thought.

She sat, and she couldn't bear it. As the car door sealed and they began to move, the orgasm came like a wave across her body.

“Good Girl! Good timing! Perfect!” he said.

Perfect. Perfect was when they pulled into a side road a few minutes later, and parked. Perfect was when he reclined her seat, and pulled the panties off. Perfect was his cock doing the dildo's job, fucking her furiously.

Perfect was the three more orgasms, then lying next to each other, listening to the crickets.

Perfect.

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