rubbing my clitoris,’ Victoria said, ‘if you must know.’
‘I must,’ Harriet replied. ‘Do go on.’
‘With what? Rubbing, or talking about it?’
‘Both, please. I’m sitting over here bored rigid while you’re having all the fun. I’d like you to share it with me.’ Harriet’s tone held an edge of steel.
Victoria opened her mouth as if to speak but instead let out a tiny strangled scream. Harriet, looking at her red face, had no doubt that she had had an orgasm. Then she promptly went on to have another. Her free hand now gripped the edge of the table as if to save herself from falling, and her breasts were heaving as she drew in great sawing breaths. As she imagined what the little needles in Victoria’s bra were doing to her breasts, Harriet found her own breath coming a bit faster too. Across the room the waiter was watching the tableau, and several of the diners were looking their way, obviously wondering what the fuss was all about. Victoria was past caring about that. She was too deeply immersed in what was happening between her legs.
‘Use the cucumber, Victoria,’ Harriet ordered. Victoria looked up and Harriet could see her glazed eyes. She wondered if her words had got through, but then Victoria abruptly shifted her hand and Harriet guessed she was manipulating the cucumber inside herself. Victoria’s mouth was open slightly and she moaned softly as she worked at her next orgasm. She was still holding on to the edge of the table, and the waiter was looking intent. Harriet imagined he was thinking about later: if Victoria was doing herself in public with such enthusiasm, what might she do in private? Harriet started wondering about the waiter. He looked sexy, and she found herself making plans involving him and herself. She realised again that she hadn’t had nearly enough sex lately. Tom had whetted her appetite – but it would be nice to be able to let him know that she wasn’t depending on him alone. It might help to keep him in his place.
But Victoria was the immediate concern. She was having trouble keeping her condition to herself, and Harriet noticed that more people were looking at them. Victoria enjoyed that sort of thing, but it could easily get out of hand and get them noticed by the wrong people – the police, for instance. There was probably a law against what Victoria was doing – the Public Orgasm Act, 1847, or the Misuse of Vegetables Act, 1883. Harriet had to reassert control.
‘You can stop now, Vicky.’
Victoria didn’t hear her, or was enjoying things too much to be reined in so easily. Harriet kicked her sharply to get her attention and repeated the order. ‘Hands on the table – both of them!’ Victoria heard the edge in her voice and reluctantly brought her hands together on the table. She was breathing heavily and it took some time for her eyes to focus on her surroundings. ‘That’s better,’ Harriet said approvingly. ‘You’ve got to save something up for later. We’ve got lots of time for more fun this afternoon. I’m going to call for the bill in a moment, so you need to retrieve the cucumber now.’
Victoria obediently reached under the table and came up with the vegetable after a short struggle. She laid it beside her plate. After a moment she covered it with her napkin.
‘Was it all the way in?’ Harriet asked curiously.
‘Yes, but I tried to be ladylike about it. I didn’t want everyone to know what I was doing.’
‘You didn’t seem to mind about that earlier on,’ Harriet reminded her. Victoria didn’t reply. Harriet beckoned the waiter over and asked for the bill. She noticed that he was having trouble concealing his erection again. So he was both interested and observant, not to mention randy.
Before she paid the bill, Harriet scribbled her address on the back of it and reminded him to visit later. ‘And you might want to take the cucumber back and use it for some other lucky customer. Waste not, want not. But be sure to
‘I must,’ Harriet replied. ‘Do go on.’
‘With what? Rubbing, or talking about it?’
‘Both, please. I’m sitting over here bored rigid while you’re having all the fun. I’d like you to share it with me.’ Harriet’s tone held an edge of steel.
Victoria opened her mouth as if to speak but instead let out a tiny strangled scream. Harriet, looking at her red face, had no doubt that she had had an orgasm. Then she promptly went on to have another. Her free hand now gripped the edge of the table as if to save herself from falling, and her breasts were heaving as she drew in great sawing breaths. As she imagined what the little needles in Victoria’s bra were doing to her breasts, Harriet found her own breath coming a bit faster too. Across the room the waiter was watching the tableau, and several of the diners were looking their way, obviously wondering what the fuss was all about. Victoria was past caring about that. She was too deeply immersed in what was happening between her legs.
‘Use the cucumber, Victoria,’ Harriet ordered. Victoria looked up and Harriet could see her glazed eyes. She wondered if her words had got through, but then Victoria abruptly shifted her hand and Harriet guessed she was manipulating the cucumber inside herself. Victoria’s mouth was open slightly and she moaned softly as she worked at her next orgasm. She was still holding on to the edge of the table, and the waiter was looking intent. Harriet imagined he was thinking about later: if Victoria was doing herself in public with such enthusiasm, what might she do in private? Harriet started wondering about the waiter. He looked sexy, and she found herself making plans involving him and herself. She realised again that she hadn’t had nearly enough sex lately. Tom had whetted her appetite – but it would be nice to be able to let him know that she wasn’t depending on him alone. It might help to keep him in his place.
But Victoria was the immediate concern. She was having trouble keeping her condition to herself, and Harriet noticed that more people were looking at them. Victoria enjoyed that sort of thing, but it could easily get out of hand and get them noticed by the wrong people – the police, for instance. There was probably a law against what Victoria was doing – the Public Orgasm Act, 1847, or the Misuse of Vegetables Act, 1883. Harriet had to reassert control.
‘You can stop now, Vicky.’
Victoria didn’t hear her, or was enjoying things too much to be reined in so easily. Harriet kicked her sharply to get her attention and repeated the order. ‘Hands on the table – both of them!’ Victoria heard the edge in her voice and reluctantly brought her hands together on the table. She was breathing heavily and it took some time for her eyes to focus on her surroundings. ‘That’s better,’ Harriet said approvingly. ‘You’ve got to save something up for later. We’ve got lots of time for more fun this afternoon. I’m going to call for the bill in a moment, so you need to retrieve the cucumber now.’
Victoria obediently reached under the table and came up with the vegetable after a short struggle. She laid it beside her plate. After a moment she covered it with her napkin.
‘Was it all the way in?’ Harriet asked curiously.
‘Yes, but I tried to be ladylike about it. I didn’t want everyone to know what I was doing.’
‘You didn’t seem to mind about that earlier on,’ Harriet reminded her. Victoria didn’t reply. Harriet beckoned the waiter over and asked for the bill. She noticed that he was having trouble concealing his erection again. So he was both interested and observant, not to mention randy.
Before she paid the bill, Harriet scribbled her address on the back of it and reminded him to visit later. ‘And you might want to take the cucumber back and use it for some other lucky customer. Waste not, want not. But be sure to
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