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The Restaurant
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Out of Control Bbs / Sysop: Pink Floyd
THE RESTAURANT
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"We're going out for lunch.", I say one Saturday afternoon.
We jump in the car and drive to one of our favorite restaurants.
You are wearing a light pink blouse which buttons down the front.
You are also wearing a white skirt that is very light and summer
weight. Under this is your sexiest bra and panty set in a white
lace. We pick a secluded corner of the restaurant and order our
drinks. Our waiter is Jacques, a very attractive French Canadian
in his early thirties. We are sitting very quietly and looking
at our menus when, all of a sudden, I put my menu down and look
right at you. You look back at me expectantly. "Give me your
panties.", you hear me say in a clear unmistakable tone. You are
shocked! The menu starts to shake in your hands. "Here?!", you
whisper in a near panic. The restaurant is very crowded and you
have never had to do something like this before. You look around
anxiously and then back at me, hoping that I've changed my mind.
I simply smile at you. With a last look around, you reach under
your skirt and surreptitiously pull the lacy white panties down
your legs and off your ankles. You quickly bunch them into a
tiny ball and pass them to me under the table. I smile again as
I raise them to my face to smell them. "Please put them down!",
you whisper, worried that someone will see. "You're wet.", I
say, "I can smell it. Are you wet?". "Yes.", you say in a
little girl voice. I take the pretty panties and lay them right
on the table in front of me. You cannot believe it. Someone is
sure to notice them and you would be so embarrassed. You
realize, however, that you are indeed quite wet and aroused and
getting wetter by the minute. "Raise your skirt so you can sit
directly on the chair.", I say This is not difficult to
accomplish as your skirt is still able to cover you adequately.
The leather of the seat feels strange against your naked buttocks
and wet pussy. A moment later your waiter returns. You panties
are still on the table in plain view. He can't miss them! You
look up and see him openly grinning right at you. You are
mortified. You turn your head away, blushing like crazy. We'd
like a couple more minutes to decide.", I tell the waiter and he
blissfully leaves. I reach into my jacket and pull out several
photographs. "Do you remember these?", I ask as I lay them on
the table. You recognize them instantly. They were taken by me
several days ago while you were in bondage. It was a great
session and you see the perfectly clear images of you tied with
your hands and legs held wide apart. You can see the clips on
both your nipples and sensitive inner pussy lips. Your pussy is
held wide apart by the clips and you can plainly see the pink
interior completely exposed. Your pink anus shines in one
photograph from the lubrication it has just enjoyed. In the next
photograph, the fleshy color of a small butt plug peeks out from
your tiny hole. "Do you think the waiter will like them?", I ask
mischievously. "Oh, please don't!", you beg. You see the waiter
from the corner of your eye, heading back in your direction.
"Please don't show them.", you plead. "Shhhhh...", I whisper
reassuringly. The waiter arrives back at the table. You hang
your head feeling humiliated at being exposed in this way.
"Jacques", I say, "we won't need these at the table any more.
Could you take care of them for me?" "Of course Monsieur.", says
Jacques. You are so embarrassed that you barely hear me ordering
our food. When next I look up, the panties and pictures are
gone. "You didn't give him the pictures did you?!", I ask
disbelievingly. My reply is a simple nod and a smile. Oh no!
you think to yourself. What will he be thinking about you. You
notice that your pussy has caused you to be sitting in a
veritable pool of your own juices. Obviously this has turned you
on. On the table now are a pair of nipple clips. You eyes go
wide at the sight. "What are you planning to do to me!", you
ask, "This is a crowded restaurant!" You know even as you speak
these words that your protests will carry little weight. It is
as it has always been with us. You will do whatever you are told
not matter how outrageous. The thought scares you a little but
the fear adds a delicious anticipation to you. Perhaps you will
be asked to strip naked right here in the middle of the
restaurant. Perhaps you will be given like a plaything to one of
the patrons or to the staff in the back. It is at once
terrifying and exciting. Jacques is now hovering near our table,
almost too eager to please. "Jacques", I ask, "do you think she
can enjoy her meal while these are attached to her nipples?" You
gasp at the question. You can't believe that I am having this
conversation as though discussing the weather while you are right
in front of me. "Oh oui, Monsieur.", says Jacques smiling at me.
"Very well", I say, "Dear, please go to the ladies room and
remove that brassiere and replace it with these clips. You
hesitate. Stunned at the request. Jacques is waiting
expectantly to see if you will obey. Your face is a beet red and
you are trembling with emotion as you slowly get to your feet and
move off to the ladies room. A few short minutes later, the
nipple clips are in place, pinching your long hard nipples in the
feeling you know so well. This is the first time you have put
the clips on yourself and you are not sure that you like it when
it is not done to you. You look at yourself in the mirror. The
clips are painfully obvious to anyone who looks! They are
sticking out beneath the flimsy fabric of your blouse and you
know that there is no way of concealing that. You look at your
face for a moment and it surprises you. It is not the same, shy
tentative woman of several months ago. You are radiant and
obviously sexually aroused. Your flushed face gives you away.
You reach under your skirt for a moment to slide your fingers
across your hot clitoris. The sensation is electric! You have
to restrain yourself from bringing yourself to an orgasm right
away. You tuck your bra into your purse and with your arms
crossed across your breasts to hide as much as you can you
quickly move back to our table. Our food has arrived while you
have been gone and I am slowly eating as you sit down. "Very
good.", I say. You look down at the nipple clips sticking out
from your breasts beneath your blouse. You are very turned on.
Jacques is back in a flash obviously interested in what the next
turn of events will bring. "Darling", I ask, "don't cover
yourself up like that. Show Jacques how the clips look on you."
Your face turns a brighter shade of red as you lower your arms to
allow Jacques to see the shape of the clips sticking out.
Jacques is almost drooling in his observations. "Well", I say,
"you can't really see anything can you? You should open your
blouse and show Jacques how pretty those clips look on your long
brown nipples." You are astonished once more in an evening that
seems full of such emotions. You look around fearful that
everyone in the restaurant is looking but frankly, given where
you are sitting, no one can really see you. Your hands are
shaking as they reach up to unbutton the first button. One by
one they are slowly undone until I can see an expanse of flesh
from your neck to your waist. "Show him dear.", I say. You
hesitate once more before reaching up and spreading your blouse
wide apart to expose your breasts and their accompanying nipple
clips fully to Jacques. "Magnifique!", whispers Jacques. You
hold your blouse wide apart showing all your charms until you see
me smile and nod. Thankfully, you button up your blouse quickly.
Jacques seems visibly shaken as he totters off to serve his other
clients. You like the fact that you have that effect on him.
Everyone likes to be attractive, but you have turned him on with
your behavior. We start to eat our meal and for the next few
minutes we don't talk. The sensation of the nipple clips
pinching your breasts and your pussy getting slowly more and more
wet keeps distracting you. You have an irresistible desire to
reach down and rub yourself to an orgasm right here at the table.
You could come at the least touch and not care who was looking.
Jacques returns a few minutes later. You look down and see that
he has a hardon. Looking at you being continuously aroused has
caused him the same sensation. "Jacques", you hear me say, "did
you know that I keep her pussy shaved? It is quite pretty.
Sweetheart, show Jacques how pretty a shaved pussy is." You are
so hot that you don't even hesitate any more. You push you chair
back a couple of inches and begin raising your skirt while you
look right at him. Jacques has begun breathing heavily in ragged
breaths. Your breathing is more like gasping as you now raise
your skirt right up to your waist. Jacques gasps as he sees your
pussy with its juices glistening in the dim light of the
restaurant. You can't resist any more. You reach down and with
one finger, quickly rub your pussy juices across your clitoris.
Jacques closes his eyes and his body twitches as he comes. You
see him bite his tongue to avoid crying out. A dark stain
appears on his trousers from his jism. The sight is too much for
you. You begin coming in short panting breaths, your whole body
shakes as wave after wave passes through your body. When you
have regained your senses, and covered yourself again, Jacques
has disappeared. I pay for the meal and we leave quickly. We
make it as far as the car before you attack me. You undo my
pants and take my hard cock deep into your mouth. I groan out
loud at the sensation. The scene has turned me on terribly. It
was all I could do to wait until now. It takes only a few short
strokes before you feel my body tighten up and spasm after spasm
of jism shoots from me. When it is done I do up my pants and we
look at each other for a long moment before breaking into
hysterics.
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