“You know we can never go to that restaurant again,” I say as I smile with the memory of it.

Ours was a whirlwind romance of convenience. You were looking to cut a demo and I happened to have a friend with an awesome studio just northwest of Philly. As they say, the rest is history. We had reservations to go to ‘our’ fancy restaurant because you were recording the last songs for your album. We went there to celebrate. Before we left, we drank a bottle of wine on empty stomachs, so we were giddy… you were very adventurous (as always).

You teased me — with your eyes — somewhat of an art form for you. As you nibbled my ear, you whispered,

“Test my patience again, dearest. Please?”

I had an idea that made you shiver with anticipation as you realized what I was plotting. I said, “How long do you think you can last in public?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, smiling seductively. You knew exactly what I meant.

I asked you to dress sexy for me; my smile reveals everything. (I know it doesn’t take much to get you started.) As you came to me, dressed for your adventure, I showed you ‘Patience’, your favorite toy. I helped you put it on under your clothing so it was hidden deep inside you; hidden from view. No one would know it was there except us.

“Lets go hun,” I said walking you to the car. I put the remote control for Patience in my pocket.

I can almost hear what you are thinking: “God…how will I resist? What if I start moaning or screaming in public?”

You can feel it move inside you as you walk to the car. As I drive, I use my thumb to turn on the control and let you go for a minute or two. It makes you wet and your pulse quickens… you suddenly realize what will happen to you in public.

I reserved a quiet table in the corner near the back of the restaurant. It was as private as possible, but still had a few tables close by. I could tell by the look in your eye that you were anticipating which control mode I would select first. Even though the toy is ‘off’, you feel Patience move inside you with every step or movement of your hips. As you sit, the waiters notice you sigh. I turn the mode to SLOW.

I take my time ordering a bottle of fine wine to celebrate further, while I watch you squirm slightly in your seat, trying hard not to draw attention to yourself. Not wanting the waiter to bother us too much, I slip him some money and say: “Don’t come over to our table unless I ask you to, understand?” He looks at you, then at me and nods in agreement.

I ask you how the recording session went as I turn the control to MEDIUM ON / OFF. Patience gently jumps to life inside you, as well as tickling your rosebud externally, for a count of 20 then shuts off for 20 seconds.You manage to give me answers to my questions between smiles. I can see by the look in your eyes that you like this feeling of being out in the open and feeling very sensual. You are becoming a siren and a vixen; this appeals to you. When the toy jumps to life for the next 20 seconds, you sigh and your talking stops in your throat. You bite your lip a little bit and close your eyes.

Realizing we haven’t ordered yet, I turn the control back to SLOW and call the waiter. I order for both of us;

calamari and oysters as an appetizer. For the main course, spaghetti and clam sauce alfredo. And for desert… well, I know what I’m having and it isn’t on the menu.

I know you feel the movements of Patience inside you; you can’t help it that your eyes are begging me to take you to the bathroom to finish you off.

“Shall I bring the food when ready? Or wait for you to call?” the waiter asks.

I look at you. “What shall he do, hun?”

“I think we should call him,” you reply quietly, thinking he might come when you get lost in a moment of unguarded bliss.

With that, the waiter leaves and I press the timer mode to HIGH 10 / OFF 20. I slide over to you on the bench in our booth and kiss you hungrily to catch your noises in my mouth. At a table nearby, an older woman shakes her head, apparently disturbed by our show of affection in public.

When I’m sure you are steady, I stop kissing you and look into your eyes. “You amaze me, princess. Every

day.” I place my hand under the table then onto your knee. I slide your skirt up slightly so I can trace little circles on your inner thigh.

I can tell by the betrayed look in your eyes that you are thinking what I know to be true: “I’ll never learn how to be patient.”

“You’re an excellent student,” I whisper to you with a smile on my lips. You are realizing, even now, the truth of what I have always told you: “Half the fun is the learning.”

You kiss me hungrily to hide your delight as you set your noises free. Gaining some composure, you sigh and whisper: “I can never resist you, even if I’m the most patient woman in the world.”

I see little telltale beads of sweat on your upper lip. I kiss them, tasting your sweetness.

“The appetizers will be here soon. Do you want me to stop?”

“No. I want you to put your hand between my legs under the table and feel the movements with me. I think I can resist a little more.”

This makes me smile wickedly. I can’t help but rub my hand against your silk panties. I glide my hand underneath, gather some of your sweet nectar then hold my hand to my lips.

“Lovely,” I smile. However, it is not time for dessert yet.

I turn the control OFF… just until I call the waiter over with the appetizers. As he places them on the table, I turn the control to MEDIUM ON. There will be no pauses this time. The waiter asks if we want melted butter. I look at you, expecting you to give him the answer.

Your muttered ‘yes’ is barely understandable. The waiter looks at you, wondering, but I know he is distracted by your beauty anyway. I turn Patience OFF and proceed to feed you some of the appetizers. We drink some more wine. You keep looking at me, wondering: “When?”

“I can’t carry on anymore,” you cry in joy.

I notice a little butter on the corner of your mouth and slowly lick it off. People are beginning to notice us.

“Well, what should we do princess? Dinner will soon be here.”

You hold my hand under the table and squeeze it because the toy is torturing you deep inside. whenever you move you legs and hips. You whisper, “I like when it hurts so good.”

“So I should turn you on some more then?” You never stop amazing me.

As if to tempt me, you whisper, “I am so wet. I want to feel you completely in me.” You start making near-silent noises, but I wonder if you aren’t trying to turn the tables on me… testing my patience. However, when you close your eyes and bite your lip, I realize my suspicions are unwarranted.

“There will be time later for dessert,” I say excited by you even more.

“When?” you ask.

I see your chest is rising and falling more rapidly, your nipples excited under the thin material of the dress.

You tease me by coming closer and brushing your lips on mine.

“Patience, love.”

I wave to the waiter to bring the food. As I do this, I lean toward you, kissing you as I click the control to

FAST 10 / OFF 10. You can’t help but make a loud noise for a second, then you see the way the people around us look at you and you stop.

“Don’t forget yourself, princess.”

“You’re such a bad man, aren’t you?”

“N-no, thanks,” you say as you start panting slightly, pushing your back into the booth seat as you feel it move quickly inside you. Luckily, the waiter hasn’t appeared to witness this and he is gone.

You look at me with helplessness in your glazed eyes.

“Honey, you were almost growling,” I smile at you. With that, I turn patience OFF. We eat. You wonder when Patience will become alive inside you, testing your countenance once again.

“Turn it on,” you request. I notice you open your legs slightly under the table. “Use the HIGH mode without the stops, please.”

“This is so good isn’t it?” I say this about your predicament as well as the food.

“Yes” you say with a sheepish grin. “Sooo good.”

For a moment, I am thinking whether to listen to you or wait until you’re done with your food. The moment passes as I decide to give you what you want and you hear the ‘click’ (HIGH ON). I watch you sink in your seat, eyes closed, biting your lip hard, legs spreading wider under the table, your head leaning back on the booth’s worn leather. Your head pitches slightly to the left as a contented smile crosses the lip still clutched in your teeth.

“Let me know if I should stop it,” I say as I again rub your inner thigh, squeeze, and then touch the edges of your panties. You thigh is quivering. You gain some control and return to your meal, eating very quickly. As near as I can tell, you may have had a little orgasm right there in front of 20 people.

“Slow down, you’ll choke yourself!” I smile as you look at me hungrily.

I grab your free hand, the one without the fork, and place it on the hardness in my pants. “You know, this is all your fault.”

“Your hardness and my wetness will meet very soon, sweetie,” you say in the accent you try so hard to Americanize. “We’re both guilty.”

“Yes, we really didn’t think this through, did we?” I laugh.

I wave to the waiter, forgetting Patience is still humming a fast tune inside you. I can feel your hand stealthy move into my pants as I talk to the waiter. You grab my member hard and whisper one word in my ear:

“Punishment.”

The waiter notices your groaning from the Patience inside. I invent an excuse, explaining to him, while trying not to move: “She isn’t feeling well, we need to leave. Now.” I ask him to pack the leftovers and hand him payment with a generous tip.

“Honey, I really need to go to the toilet,” you say, expecting me to take you there and set you free.

Patience is having it’s way with you FAST and ON… you are smiling wickedly with the feeling and I can tell that an animal will be unleashed inside you very soon.

“No dear, I have another idea.”

“What is it?” you half growl, the restaurant’s patrons are trying hard not to look at us. Patience is set to FAST 10 / OFF 20.

I hand the keys to the valet and steady you as we wait for the car. Your legs begin to buckle and you have trouble walking as I guide you to the passenger side and into the car. I flip the control to HIGH (no stops) as I grab the keys and hand the valet a tip. He has no idea what I tipped him, your thrashing in a violent orgasm inside the car distracts him. I don’t think he’s ever witness such beauty in his life.

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