There’s nothing hotter than a sexy secret! Just that smile that others see, they can’t help but wonder what you know. And they’d never guess.
When your dirty mind takes you by surprise….
To be fair, if my friends were more interesting, I might not have had such a great orgasm. Maybe if I was in the company of other Mistresses, it would have been more lively. There I was, sitting with my friends eating salads and drinking white wine at an upscale eatery in downtown Portland. The atmosphere wasn’t the problem. Crisp tablecloth, just a hint of jazz overhead, the familiar sounds of glasses clinking and a warm buzz growing….. a beautiful lunch. But the conversation lacked a bit. These friends of mine were lovely, but I found myself bored and wandering, watching other tables. I had all but checked out in my head when a sudden thought sparked an idea, and I decided to excuse myself to visit the ladies room.
Entering the impressive lounge area with small sofas and tables, I headed straight into a restroom with beautiful fixtures and art, kept impeccably clean. I noticed that there was not one drop of water on the counter and not a soul inside, so I slipped quietly into a larger stall with zero intention of actually using the facilities. No, I just needed the quiet and privacy.
The most important thing in my handbag…..
Reaching into my favorite Marc Jacobs, it didn’t take long to retrieve the object of my desire. Past my compact and cell phone, I smiled as I soon located my small, velvet satchel that hid exactly what I needed to save this lunch date. The mini-vibrator gleamed in my hand, washed and ready for use. I wasted no time in leaning against the cool wall of the stall that I was in, and inching my black miniskirt high enough for access. I didn’t worry about the time or how long I would be gone….I guess when masturbation is the only thing on your mind, everything else fades!
Now, to be honest, I have used this toy for anal play, but I was feeling a different twinge today. Today, I just wanted to feel it rolling against my clit, to massage and relax and forget about everything. Ignoring my watch, I just closed my eyes and lost myself in the whirr of that small toy. Even though ladies do not usually edge, I did, just a bit. Men aren’t the only ones that enjoy teasing, and I didn’t want to cum too fast! I knew just how to stimulate myself, I’ve made it an art form. Instead of racing to that brink, I inched deliciously close to it, flirting with what I knew lay just beyond it. The result was an ache that I could not explain, a heaviness that both pulsated and invited me closer. I moved my toy further away from my clit, in small circles that became bigger until I could not take anymore. There in that stall with my stiletto atop the toilet seat, I felt a heat on the nape of my neck, a flush bolting through me. I had not even thought to check if any ladies had entered the area since I had began, but I did not care. There in that small space, I cried out and felt myself almost lunge forward, shudder and grow wet, trembling in my own lust. I even laughed at it, the whole idea of it. What a naughty idea, to keep a sex toy with me for times such as these. It certainly wasn’t the first time.
Playing it cool….
Inching my skirt down, I steadied myself, still wobbly from my session. I washed my toy in the sink, dried it carefully and slipped it back in my satchel. Back into my bag it went! I gave a quick glance in the mirror and noticed my cheeks, still flushed. Maybe they wouldn’t notice? Making my way back to the table, I noticed the looks of my friends, one of whom automatically checked her watch.
‘Twenty-two minutes, Amber?’, my friend Evonne whispered. ‘Either you’re ill, or we need his name!’
‘What are you talking about?’, I smiled and denied. (I do that all the time!)
‘Did you meet that waiter for sex?’, my friend Carrie asked. Her face was so serious that I could not help but laugh. I glanced at the waiter in question, and laughed again.
‘No, you nosy bitches. But it’s not any of your business anyway’, I assured them.
‘You little whore!’, Carrie accused. Her smile looked devious. ‘Your cheeks are flushed and your smile is telling on you.’
‘I guess you’ll never know, now will you?’, I replied. ‘Now where is that sexy waiter? I need more wine.’
