Chapter 13: First Date Night: Dinner

Every step Sophia took contained a small, meaningful quiver. It wasn’t just because a beautiful woman’s arm was wrapped around hers or because the sight of the stars all around them was remarkably beautiful. It wasn’t just because the small, secluded dining table they were approaching, one prepared just for the two them with its single candle set near the edge of a balcony overlooking a beautiful vista of river, trees, and flowers was breathtaking. It wasn’t just breathtaking even with only moon and starlight overhead was the most romantic thing Sophia had ever even imagined.

A lot of it was definitely because she’d accepted her date’s present and couldn’t take a single step without feeling it moving around inside of her. Every moment that it remained still, its smooth, round surface settled against such sensitive places, anticipation tingled down along her spine and made her thighs want to quiver.

Sophia’s date was nothing to sneeze at, either. A vinyl dress and a leather jacket went together remarkably well, and she had the prettiest curly hair. Perhaps the most gorgeous thing about her were her beautiful brown eyes. Sophia couldn’t glance towards them for a single solitary moment without feeling spellbound. They were so deep, so dark, and they always looked at her as though they’d seen every inch of her bare, naked skin even though the only interactions had all involved both of them fully clothed.

That hadn’t kept her date from being bold enough to give her a gift of a remote-control sex toy. Hidden away under her skirt, a pink wire made a path down to the top of Sophia’s stocking where a small device holding the battery and the remote’s sensor rested comfortably. Her dress was only long enough to hide the block of pink plastic away if she moved very carefully.

To reach the table they had to walk by what felt like innumerable tables. Her date’s hand held hers tight, arm pulling Sophia against her, and each step was a chance for someone to see the pink wire and know that there were only two places it could be going.

Neither of them were at all innocent.

Sophia strained to keep her breathing under control, but her flush was visible at her face, along her neck, and down to where the low, draped neckline of her dress revealed so much of the tops of her breasts. Every time that someone looked towards her Sophia felt their eyes moving along the smooth, glittery fabric of her dress.

She couldn’t be sure where all of their eyes looked, but she could feel eyes on the round curves of her ass, the weight of her breasts, her stocking-clad legs, and each set made her warm.

“Enjoying yourself so far?” Her date smiled, squeezing her hand a little tighter.

“O-oh… Ye-es!” The pitch of Sophia’s voice raised several octaves as her date gestured with the hand not holding hers, and the toy inside of her came alive. It took so much self-control to not stumble too obviously, or to moan too loudly. She was feeling those many eyes stare at her quiver, even after the toy was done shaking inside of her.

No one could tell what was happening. No one could notice, but she could do nothing to struggle too visibly.

It was like a dream come true.

“I’m very, very glad…” Sophia’s date raised her hand up to her own lips, kissing it softly. Sophia’s blush deepened. “I wanted to make tonight… perfect for you, something you’d never forget. Something neither of us could ever forget, or want to forget… And if you enjoy this, then next time? I’ll make it even more special.”

Sophie’s thighs clenched tight, and her date rewarded her with another hard, strong series of vibrations that had her eyes rolling back and her mouth falling open as she struggled to maintain her stride.

With her date’s help, it was a simple enough thing to do.

“I-is there anything you want, Claire…?” Sophia quivered. “I… You don’t just need to spoil me. You’re making me feel very…” Sophia’s breath caught in her throat as Claire moved her hand as though she were about to press the button again, but instead she just smiled to Sophia with a gaze that screamed she knew exactly what she was doing. “Ohhh… You’re such a tease…”

“If you want me to take you home right away so you can make me feel even better than I am right now I certainly could, but then we didn’t need to get dressed up at all—and I can tell how much you love this.” Claire winked, and pushed the remote high enough in her hand to give Sophia a glimpse soon hidden when Claire’s lips kissed the plastic and she tucked it back away. “So that sounds like it would be a waste.”

Sophia tried to speak, and only found herself uselessly whimpering. All she could easily do to communicate was a quick, shaky nod.

Claire quietly giggled as she pulled out Sophia’s chair and gestured for her to sit. “Besides… We haven’t had anything to eat yet, and I think what we might be doing later is more of a dessert thing, don’t you?”

Sophia nodded again, quicker, her blush deeper.

Once she was resting down in the chair, Claire held the button down until Sophia let out the softest of cries. When the vibrations finally stopped, every one of Sophia’s breaths shuddered through her body from head toe. Claire’s innocent smile somehow made it even better, as though it were such a secret from the world that she thought such a smile could mean anything at all.

As Claire finally sat on the other side of the small, round table a waitress approached the two dressed all in black. Her hair was a tight bob of strawberry hair perfectly complementing her deep brown eyes. They eyes met with Sophia’s, and her heart first seemed to slow to a crawl one moment and then the next beat so fast it was almost painful.

The waitress’s smile was gorgeous and charming.

Her voice was enchanting.

“And what will the order be, for our two most esteemed guests?” She smiled at Claire as though they’d met countless times before. Their eye contact was intense, but warm. When she smiled at Sophia, it made Sophia feel less than naked.

Spreader bars, a blindfold, and Sophia’s hands being tied behind her back felt closer to how it felt to be lost in the waitress’s dark gaze.

“I’ll have—” Claire pressed down the button on the remote. She spoke more words, but all that Sophia could hear was the beating of her own heart and the vibration that felt like it was so loud everyone in the entire restaurant should have been able to hear. When the vibration ended this time, Sophia’s breathing was ragged. She sipped at the complimentary water, her forehead glistening with sweat. Once she swallowed, Claire looked from her to the waitress and smiled wider. “And my lovely date will have—”

Sophia had to bite her lap and dig her nails into her palms to keep herself from screaming. “Mmmmphh…!”

“Is everything alright with your lovely date, Miss Guest?” The waitress raised a brow at Claire. Sophia whimpered, unable to look towards the blonde woman anymore.

She knows, or if she doesn’t know then she’s seen Claire enough times to know…!

“Of course! I know that I’ve been here before, but…” Claire reached across the table, taking one of Sophia’s hands in both of her own. “This time is special.”

Claire’s brown eyes stared into Sophia’s greens.

That’s a line that anyone would say, but something in her eyes makes me believe her. This is only our first date. We’ve only known each other for a month. She’s nearly half my age, but—

Claire’s eyes hooded, and she squeezed Sophia’s hand, making it so that it was Sophia’s skin against the button that made Sophia wither and mewl.

After an eternity of quaking, Claire loosened her grasp.

The waitress nodded. “I can see that you have brought with you a most exceptional woman. I’ll fetch your orders.”

“Of course… Oh, and…” Claire reached into her purse, and held out reached for the waitress’s hand. Sophia couldn’t see what denomination the bill was, but she clearly saw some sort of dollar in the waitress’s hand when it pulled back. “Only the best for her. Thank you very much—I know that I can count on you.”

“Of course, Miss Guest.” The waitress nodded and stepped away.

Sophia whimpered.

Claire smiled, and snapped her fingers.

“Relax.” Claire’s voice was soft and smooth as she looked across the table to her quivering mother. They were sat at the dining room table, Mae leaning against a nearby doorway. “Relax, and open your mind, sophiemommyslave. I want you to be calm, but rise up just enough to answer some questions for me. Honestly. Can you do that, sophie-mommy…?”

“Y-yesss…” Sophia quivered, her teeth closing around her bottom lip. “I can… answer… honestly… Mmm…” Under her breath a sound like the word ‘obey’ quivered, but Claire couldn’t be sure.

Smiling, Claire gave a glance back to Mae who gave her a slow, meaningful nod.

Turning back towards Sophia, Claire licked her lips as she stared at her mother, slumped in her seat with such blank, gorgeous green eyes.

A moment ago she thought we were in a fancy restaurant. I could tell…! Walking through the house to get to this room… she really believed it was some place from one of her own daydreams… Claire sighed. She believed it enough that even I could believe it, a little…

“How did our little fantasy feel so far…? Is there anything that made you uncomfortable, anything that you wish would be different, that would… change…?” As soon as she finished asking, Claire’s teeth closed around her bottom lip.

Sophia shook her head. “F-fantasy feels… p-perfect… Like… it was made just for me… everything… perfect…” She groaned, her thighs squeezing together tight. “L-like the waitress… Want her to s-stay… Want Claire to show me off… M-make me… move for the waitress to stare… W-want… everyone to stare… Y-you said we could do anything… s-so I want… I want everyone to see… everything…”

Claire’s eyes widened, and when she looked to Mae, hers did too.

“That something you put there?” Claire couldn’t stop her grin from affecting her tone. It was easy to believe her mother whispering such a fantasy into Sophia’s ear, or that she would have subtly made Sophia want her involved in any of the fun she enjoyed with Claire.

With very wide eyes, and a blush on her cheeks, Mae was shaking her head. “Nope. Not one bit. Your mother always had a thing for exhibitionism, but… Usually she was very… She never wanted to go that far, even when she only thought she was in a public place. I’m almost a little bit jealous.”

Claire pouted. “After tonight, you’ll be the one she’s still comfortable grinding with all night.”

“I said almost.” Mae smiled and pushed off of the wall, moving closer to supportively squeeze her daughter’s shoulders. “But you’ve been doing a great job… I’m very proud of you. To make this kind of connection with her, to make her this happy… Even checking in on her so well…”

“Not done with that last part quite yet.” Claire quietly giggled. “Sophie-mommy… Are you thirsty, sore… we’re about to eat, but… Is there anything that would help make you more comfortable…?”

Sophia slowly shook her head.

Claire smiled. “Then, if you could ask for anything from this little date-fantasy so far… what would it be…? No limits, no exceptions… I want you to be completely honest.”

Sophia’s lips quirked, twitching into the faintest impression of a smile.

“More…”

Claire nodded, and rose her hand up in the air.

“Then let’s change the plan a little bit to make this perfect fantasy of ours even more perfect.”

Claire spoke.

Sophia listened.

Mae watched, her smile growing wider and wider by the moment.

Snap!

Sophia fluttered her eyes. She was staring into Claire’s eyes again, lost somewhere deep inside that dark, coffee-colored abyss that called to her in such an impossibly magnetic way.

“Your meal, Miss Guest…” A plate of pasta finely garnished was laid out in front of Claire who gave the waitress a warm smile. “And for her lovely guest…” A salad was placed before Sophia. It was a lovely multicolored arrangement, made of obviously fresh ingredients all exquisitely prepared. “Will that be all…?”

Claire nursed at her water, shaking her head with a smile on her lips. “No… There is something more. Sophia…?”

“Mm…?” Sophia quivered. She’d been paying attention, but being addressed so directly, with such a firm tone—it made her feel suddenly weak and at the center of attention. “What… what is it, Claire…?”

“Our waitress, Mae…? She’s…” Claire looked at the waitress for a long moment, rubbing her lips together thoughtfully. “A close friend of mine, as I’m sure you guessed by our familiarity. Why don’t you… stand…” Claire gestured a single finger up into the air. “And then…” She moved that same finger in a slow, deliberate circle.

Sophia’s cheeks burned, and she quietly mewled as her glance shifted awkwardly from the waitress, to Claire, to her food, and then back again. “I… You want me to…”

“Stand.” Claire’s voice wasn’t rude or harsh, but the strong, direct force of will it concentrated directly towards Sophia made her feel lightheaded. “And slowly—very slowly—turn in place. I want my dear… friend… to get a good look at you from every angle. Perhaps if she likes what she sees then she might be willing to join us after our meal, for dessert. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“N-nice… Yes… I…” Sophia shakily stood to her feet, smoothing her skirt as she felt the hidden cord tease her skin. The plastic was too bright a pink, and from the look in Mae’s eyes she’d already seen enough to know what Sophia was trying to hide. “I’ll… do that…”

Turning slowly away from Claire and the waitress, Sophia was once again confronted by the sight of so many eyes all focused on her. She could feel them, staring at her legs, at her breasts, at her face, at her hair… all of them looking so incredibly hungry.

All of them had the same glances that Mae had been giving her since she arrived.

They all look like they know my body… even better than I do… Sophia whimpered, her eyes fluttering and her breath becoming so much quicker—so much harsher. Like they all… just want to see… more of me, but they… they already know what they’ll see… They’re all looking at me like an object, like a trophy, not a person…

This is so hot!

As Sophia began to turn back towards Claire, a sharp chastising sound made her stop. “Not quite yet… reach down for me, Sophia. Grab them hem of your skirt.”

“C-Claire…!” Sophia whimpered, but her attempts to object sounded just as aroused as her reactions to the vibration that followed. “O-oh… I… I can’t, not in a restaurant, not with everyone looking at me—”

“This isn’t just the best seat in the house, Sophia.” Claire giggled. “This is a stage, and you’re going to be my date and the entertainment. Grab the hem of your skirt.

“Now.”

Sophia whimpered, nodding rapidly, dizzily as her hands sought out the end of her dress and squeezed.

“Lift.”

Sophia looked over her shoulder, tears of excitement and fear in her eyes. She wasn’t being held under any duress, but this woman, younger than her but somehow so aware of her, had a hold over her that no one else ever had.

If she tells me to do it again, I’ll do it. I’ll want to, I’ll need to, but… but… how can she know how much I was craving this all night, even if I didn’t want to admit…

“C-Claire—”

“—Now. Lift your skirt.” Claire smiled, staring right back into Sophia’s eyes. “Let them all see just how ruined your panties are. Let’s show everyone, including Mae, what a slut you are when there’s a chance for someone, anyone, to get a good look at you. I don’t know if you came with me because you knew what would happen, or because of the chemistry between us, but right now, it doesn’t matter.

“Lift.”

Whimpering, Sophia turned forward and squirmed her hips, thighs clenching uselessly as she slowly lifted up her dress.

Lace panties, red, could do nothing to minimize the obvious sight of the cord going from her pussy to the top of her stocking. A garter belt held it comfortably in place, all the more helpful when Claire pressed down the button and didn’t let go.

“Ohhhhh…!” Sophia howled, her breasts shaking as she arched her back, and spread her thighs further apart. Lust openly flowed down her thighs, and all of those people sitting out in the restaurant could watch so easily.

Did they pay a cover charge, or is this just Claire’s little surprise for them like it was for me…? Are they just glad to see me, or was I expected? Is this just what Claire does?

I hope they knew what was going to happen as I walked across the room to our table!

Sophia couldn’t stop herself from moaning, whimpering as her hands squeezed her dress tighter and tighter as her hips shook and her eyes rolled back into her head.

“What do you think, Mae?” Claire purred, her voice sounding so smug. Sophia couldn’t see her, but that wasn’t necessary to make the expression that she knew had to be on Claire’s face so easy to see in her mind. “Would you like to come home with us, or should we have Claire crawl up onto the table and be dessert for us right here…?”

Mae laughed as Sophia screamed louder and louder. The vibration wasn’t stopping, and though it was constant, reliable, predictable, the many eyes watching Sophia made it impossible for the situation to become any less stimulating. Every moment she was being pushed closer and closer to the brink and everywhere she turned there was more and more reason to feel it inevitably overtaking her.

Sophia could barely breathe, her dress trembling in her hands.

I’m going to cum with all of them looking at me, knowing I’m an exhibitionist, a slut, that I’m here to be their entertainment more than I’m here to be a person!

That thought was enough, and Sophia dropped down to her knees with a scream as her pussy burst hot and slick. Her whole body arched, her thighs clenched, and Sophia moaned as the pleasure made it hard to process anything but the voices of Claire and Mae.

“I think, Claire…?” Mae laughed again, her every laugh feeling like it only belonged in a bedroom. Hearing that in public somehow made Sophia’s orgasm that much better. “That once your lovely date recovers you should enjoy your meal, making small talk and enjoying each other’s company… and when it comes time to retire? I would be pleased to join you.”

Sophia shuddered, grinding her hips even as the vibrations finally eased up. Its rhythm still shook inside of her, drawing out whimpers and whines as she moved the same way she had moments before. It was so hard to stop when her whole body was tingling.

Claire smiled, taking another long, slow sip of her water. She even raised her pinkie finger as if to look that much more posh and cultured. “What do you think, Sophie? Would you like to come back home with me, with Mae, and enjoy our company more after we’re done eating? I promise to make it an unforgettable night, and only the beginning of something even more memorable.”

There wasn’t even a need for Sophia to spend a moment in contemplation. Still shuddering in aftershocks and an afterglow that began to slowly settle over her, Sophia nodded as quickly as her dizzy head would allow. “Yess… I… I would like that… We… definitely should eat first, I’m very hungry…”

The many eyes staring at Sophia turned away. Her performance was over, and they simply seemed uninterested—at least for the moment. Before she could try to stand, Claire’s hand was offered down to Sophia.

Their eyes met, and Claire smiled in such a soft, cheerful way. “Let me help you up… and then we can have a lovely meal while you tell me everything about yourself, I tell you everything about me, both of us knowing that when this is over… what you just felt?” Claire pressed the button again, briefly, and Sophia screamed as her arms fell limp at her sides. “That’ll just be the beginning.”

“I… I’d like that. A lot.” Sophia reached up for Claire’s hand, and soon she was standing over her. Even though Sophia was the taller one, the one gazing down at Claire, she still felt so weak.

Claire is in control of me, and in control of this situation…

Sophia sighed blissfully as she moved to sit back in her chair.

…and I couldn’t be happier.