Lunch time

?Let?s go,? he says. ?I?m taking you out to lunch.?

Lunch? Dressed like this?

The 20 minutes in the car are fairly uneventful. Well, at least if you consider me having my legs spread, feet on the dashboard, panties pulled aside and me rubbing my pussy to be uneventful. All on his orders, of course. The window is down, and the rush of air makes my pussy tingle. I close my eyes, feeling the cool air blowing across my exposed pussy and ass, my fingers vigorously working over my clit. I keep praying that no one is able to see inside from other cars, but I am too chicken to open my eyes and see if anyone is there.

When we pull into the parking lot, I drop my legs and straighten out my clothes. I walk carefully and deliberately on my 4 inch heels, very conscious of the fact that if I stumble, quite a few people in the lot are going to get an eyeful.

I make my way to the door, and my husband holds it for me. As I enter the restaurant, I can feel the attention of everyone inside focused on me. Eyes, looking me up and down. Some disapproving, some confused, and some that were clearly undressing me mentally.

?Two for lunch?? The waitress smiles at me, cracking her gum in her cheek. I stare back at her slim frame, her long blonde hair, her large rack under a slightly too tight uniform. Must be an aspiring actress, I think. She seems the type. I stay silent, waiting for my husband to take the lead.

?That?s right,? he said. ?My lovely wife and I would like a table for lunch. Can we have that table over there?? He points to a square table in the center of the room.

?Sure thing. Right this way.? I feel the eyes follow me as I walked to the table. She pulls out my chair for me, and I begin to sit down. Just as I?m lowering myself into my seat, my husband reaches into his pocket. Next thing I know, vibrations fill my pussy! For a split second I remember the remote controlled butterfly I was wearing. My husband turned it on! Before I finish the thought, my legs melt out from under me, and I am flat on my back at the feet of the waitress, legs splayed apart. And just like that, the vibrations are gone. I quickly scramble up, brushing against the waitresses large chest in the process. I try to cover myself up before everyone in the restaurant gets a view of my thong covered pussy.

I glance around the room- most of the people quickly turn away, back to their plates. The young couple sitting at the table behind mine, however, are staring at me in amazement- or shock- I can?t tell which. The guy?s jaw has fallen so low it must be scraping against the huge tent raising in his pants. The girl, too, has her eyes locked on me, not seeming even to breathe. I brush myself off, noticing that the nipple of my right breast has popped out from behind my tiny sheer blouse. I shove it back in, adjusting myself, and give an embarrassed smile to the couple, before sitting down in my seat.

?You alright, honey?? asks the waitress, a gleam in her eye.

?I?m fine. Just a little clumsy,? I reply sheepishly. She hands us out menus and says she?ll be back in a minute. My husband gives me an evil grin and turns the knob on the remote again, giving me a quick jolt.

?Cut it out!? I whisper with a smile. He turns the knob again, laughing.

When the waitress returns, I can barely get my order out through the vibrations in my pussy. I order a salad, and my husband gets a burger and a coke. We spend the time waiting for the food, talking, as if nothing unusual was going on. The meal is fairly quiet too. My husband has a little fun, buzzing me just as I?m about to take a drink of water, causing me to spill the ice water down my blouse. I let out a little ?eek!? but manage to keep from shrieking.

When I finish eating, my husband reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small folded piece of paper. He slides it across the table to me. I look at it nervously. ?Go ahead,? he says, ?open it up and read it.? I pick it up, and unfold the paper.

?Congratulations,? it reads, ?you?ve come this far. You put on a show in the car, and if things have gone as planned, you have aroused a number of restaurant patrons. You have eaten your lunch, and now it?s time for dessert. Your dessert will be warm and creamy, but this dessert isn?t on any menu. You have a choice of desserts. You can have some cock ?n cream, served by yours truly. Or you can have our waitress bring you some pussy pie. Your choice.?

I gulp, re-folding the paper. ?Here?? I whisper to my husband, unbelieving, ?In the restaurant??

He just nods his head.

I take a deep breath.