Turn it off.

You start to twist it with all your might, trying everything you did before.

Click.

Thank goodness. The glow subsides and she relaxes, at least somewhat. She breaths a sigh of relief and stops panicking. Now she just sits back in her seat, trying to catch her breath. Though you see the red on her cheeks still. You have no idea how close she was when you stopped the vibrator. Presumably, she's quite aroused now. Poor girl.

After a few minutes you decide to break the awkward silence.

"Do you want to sit over here, Yasmine?"

"Wh-Why?"

"So we can talk and not have to yell," you say with a light chuckle. "And don't you want this object back?"

She looks to the orb in your hand with desire. Biting her lip, she lifts her soup and water up and brings them to the seat across the table from you. You watch as she fidgets uncomfortably in her seat--pent up and frustrated. You roll it over to her and she snags it up quickly.

"So, what is that?"

"N-Nothing..."

"You can't say that after what I just saw."

"You know what it is," she says shyly, trying to focus on eating her soup.

"In public?"

"I--... I like it in public," she says.

You raise your eyebrows. Wow. This cute little librarian girl is a closet exhibitionist? You didn't expect that. You look her over thoroughly. Yasmine actually brought a magic remote vibrator to a public place.

"It's all right," you say softly.

"What?"

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about and nobody noticed. It's all right."

"Thank you, John. Please don't tell anyone though."

"I won't. I promise."

"G-Gosh... I'm so h-horny," she whispers. "You got me so close to the edge. I want to finish so bad."

"Can you wait?"

Click.

You see her jump a bit in her seat. Looking back and forth and then straight down, she starts to moan quietly to herself as her vibrator begins to work. She begins to roll her head around in pleasure as she loses herself in the moment.

You look down the aisle and make sure nobody's coming.

Closer and closer she speeds towards her orgasm right in front of you. Her entire face is flushed red with beads of sweat coming down from her bangs--perhaps by exhaustion or embarrassment--and she's doing her best to finish before someone sees. Well, besides you, apparently. She must trust you a lot. She looks down and bites her lip. You see her lift slightly up from the seat as she impulsively feels the need to buck her hips, faster and faster. Thank goodness, at least for her, that nobody chose this corner of the restaurant to eat at.

Coming to a crescendo of whimpering squeaks, you watch has her body tenses up. She arches her back and quickly raises a hand to her mouth before moaning a muffled scream into her palm.

She fumbles around with the orb before twisting it back into the off position. She slides it into her pocket. It takes a moment for her to catch her breath. Hand between her legs, she looks back and forth, and then to you with her mouth agape--panting.

"Sorry," she finally whispers to break the silence.

"Did you just--"

"Yes. P-Please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't. I promise. Hey, it's all right. Only I saw."

She adds, "Thanks for being cool about this."

"You're lucky nobody else is near us. They would have had quite the show. You should be more careful."

"I know," she says shyly.

You both finish your meals. It was actually pretty delicious. When the waiter comes, both of you pay. Now you just sit there awkwardly, as neither of you really know what else to say about that previous event. So you have a bit more idle chitchat before departing.

"Goodbye, Yasmine."

"So, you won't tell anyone, right?" she says with a faint smile.

"No. I promise."

She steps slowly up to you and gives you a soft embrace.

"Goodbye, John."

"Goodbye now. Be safe."

You go your separate ways. It's time to go home.