[f] Making him cum beneath the table as the waitress took our order…

Sitting in the restaurant, the look on Matt’s face was priceless—wide-eyed, slack-jawed, totally stunned by the shift in energy. Only a few moments ago I had lifted my feet and given him a glimpse at my dripping wet pussy, legs spread wide beneath my tiny skirt, and the next I was cool as ice, nonchalantly reading over the menu once more.

He was fidgeting, visibly flushed, trying—and failing—to process what had just happened. His knee bounced beneath the table…

“Oooh, the ribs look good,” I said, still looking at the menu.

“You’re… evil,” he mumbled eventually, voice strained.

“Not evil,” I replied sweetly, flipping the menu shut and resting my chin in my hand. “Just a little mean. I thought that’s what you wanted?”

I giggled, leaning forward again, resting my soft cleavage on the table and sliding my hand softly up his thigh.

“Wow. You’re so tense,” I whispered sweetly, tilting my head, my fingers brushing higher until I found the bulge straining against his jeans. “Poor thing.”

I felt him twitch beneath my palm as I gripped him softly through his pants.

“W-what are you doing?” he hissed, looking around the restaurant, his voice strained, low.

“Helping you relax,” I murmured, feeling myself get wetter at how naughty I was being. It was fun to tease, but beneath the surface I was only increasing my own torment, too.

And I loved it.

And then, as if we were just two friends sharing an innocent chat, I scooted around next to him, our little corner booth protecting us, shielding us from view. I pulled the table a little closer while the rest of the restaurant buzzed around us, blissfully unaware.

“Why?” he said, allowing his hips a small thrust into my fist, fucking my hand beneath the table. “Why here?”

“Shh,” I cooed, tugging gently at his zipper and releasing his cock beneath the table and wrapping my hand around it, his hips jerking. I gave him one slow stroke, and he immediately clamped his lips shut to stifle a groan. “You’re so hard for me already,” I teased quietly, slowly sliding my fist up his shaft. “God, you’re throbbing.”

He whimpered—actually whimpered—and tried to hide it behind a shaky cough.

That’s when she appeared.

The waitress.

She was exactly the type of girl I imagine Matt might’ve blushed over in any other situation—tall, athletic, blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail. Tight body. Perky tits.

Hot AF basically.

Perfect.

“Hey there,” she chirped. “Can I get you both started with drinks?”

Matt’s eyes snapped up, my hand still wrapped around his cock.

I smiled sweetly at her. “Hi! Wow, you’re gorgeous.”

Her smile widened, clearly used to playful customers. “Thanks! You too!”

“Thanks,” I said as I lazily dragged my palm up the length of him. “Isn’t she stunning, Matt?”

Matt nodded, struggling to find words. “Y-yeah.”

The waitress chuckled. “You two are cute.”

I giggled. “Thanks!” I opened my legs beneath the table. “For drinks I think we’re going to share a bottle or white wine, right?”

I looked at Matt and he nodded instantly. I’m pretty sure he would have agreed to anything at that moment.

“Perfect!” The waitress said, her breast bouncing a little. “And for your main courses? Can I tempt you with some specials?”

“Please do,” I said warmly, relaxed, my grip still slow and cruel under the table. Matt’s thigh tensed against mine.

“All right,” the waitress began, her energy infectious. “Tonight we’ve got a seared tuna with lemon butter, a spicy linguine with crab, and a filet mignon served with dauphinoise potatoes.”

“Hmmmm,” I said, stretching the sound out so it was more like a moan than deliberation. “I had my eye on the steak, but now I’m thinking I’d love something a little spicy. I think maybe I’ll go for the linguine.”

The waitress grinned, showing two rows of perfect white teeth. Her smile was beautiful. I imagined what she might look like covered in Matt’s cum. “Good choice. The linguine’s got a serious kick.”

“Great! Sounds delicious,” I said smoothly, my fingers giving Matt a slow twist at the tip, making him twitch and suck in a ragged breath. I shifted in my seat and was reminded of the fact I wasn’t wearing panties.

The waitress, oblivious, scribbled on her notepad and cocked her head. “And for you, sir?”

Before Matt could respond, I tightened my grip ever so slightly. Matt let out the faintest whimper as the waitress nodded, smiling warmly.

“S-Steak, please.”

“How would you like that cooked, sir?”

“Medium.”

The waitress nodded, a little glimmer of mischief in her eye. Did she know what was going on? Maybe she wanted to join us…

“We also have a dessert special,” she said. “A dark chocolate lava cake with raspberry coulis.”

“Oh, that sounds decadent,” I murmured, my index finger trailing lazily up Matt’s shaft. “I love it when something’s gooey and melts in your mouth.”

Matt choked on air. His eyes were wide, darting between me and the waitress. I gave the waitress my sweetest smile. “Cake sounds delicious, but a little…messy?”

She giggled. “It definitely can be, but it’s soooooo worth it.”

Matt was a mess now, sweating, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. I could feel him trembling beneath my hand. The waitress shifted her weight, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts upward and outward, almost as if she knew what he needed. It must have been torture to him, surrounded by two large-breasted women who were both teasing him with their bodies…

“Well, take your time,” she said, clearly enjoying the flirty energy. “There’s no rush on dessert. I’ll be back with your drinks in a moment.”

“Thank you, gorgeous,” I purred as she walked away, hips swaying, a little hint of thong pulled up over either side of her black leggings. As soon as she was out of earshot, Matt collapsed against the back of his chair, face flushed, breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon.

“You’re… you’re evil,” he gasped.

“I’m methodical,” I corrected, still lazily trailing my fingertips across him beneath the table. “You should’ve seen yourself. About to blow just from hearing about cake.”

“Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna make me cum right here.”

“No,” I said sweetly, keeping my hand moving. “Don’t worry. You don’t have permission yet.”

I moved my hands to his balls and massaged them gently.

“But lets play a game…what if I did make you cum all over yourself right now? Would you just sit there, red-faced and dripping, while she brought us our drinks?”

Matt groaned, tipping his head back against the booth. “Fuck.”

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I purred. “Being humiliated in front of a hot waitress, totally helpless.”

“I can’t—” he gasped, hips shifting involuntarily. “I won’t last.”

“I know.”

With one final squeeze, I withdrew my hand.

The waitress reappeared moments later, smiling brightly. “Here’s your drinks, guys.”

I smiled, calm and sweet as ever. “Perfect.”

I was starting to enjoy myself.