A pretty nice restaurant.

You finish setting up your new phone, uploading your contacts and photos, agreeing to all the agreements, letting it scan your eye and prick your thumb for its biometrics, etc. You open the manual app for Sam. "50 chapters? Guuuhhhhh," you think. After "Introduction," the table of contents is filled with technical names like "AH8XSB4 Reactor," or "Stage 1 Component Delivery System for Secondary Production Unit," or "Deep Neural Personality Matrix." You click the last one and quickly read the few, unhelpful paragraphs. They tell you that her personality is preloaded of course, and she'll slowly learn and adapt to her specific social situation. If there are any malfunctions or irregularities, such as her suddenly being filled with an all-encompassing murderous rage, to calmly leave the area and call technical support.

"Hey - what do you think?" Sam says, appearing in front of you.

"Wow," you think. The black dress fits just right, hugging her breasts and midriff tightly, its plunging neckline showing a generous amount of cleavage. The lower half is loose and billowy, obscuring the shape of her cock and balls. "I'll have to get her a tighter one too," you think. "You look gorgeous Sam," you say smiling.

"Oh, you're too sweet," she says as she blushes. Your eyes widen as the dress fabric between her knees lifts up slightly. She glances down. "I like it," she says softly, flicking her dreamy eyes back up to stare intensely at you.

You chuckle, wishing you could see more. "Soon enough, soon enough," you think. "Let me go get ready, and then we can go," you say, getting up and going into your bedroom.

"Ok, I'll be waaaiting," she trills cheerily.

...

You come back out of your room, having cleaned up a bit and put on some nicer clothes for dinner. Sam sits on your coach, cradling...your coffee machine? "Uh, Sam, what are you doing?" you ask.

"Oh, I fixed him!" she says perkily, showing you the machine. It chimes...happily?

"What the fuck?" you think. You had never managed get it connected to your home IoT network, but otherwise it made coffee just fine. And you're pretty sure it's not supposed to chime happily.

"Are there any other cute little things you want me to assist you with?" Sam asks.

"My dick - but I hope she doesn't call it that," you think. "Umm, no, not right now," you say. "Are you ready to go?"

"Mmhmm," she smiles, setting down your coffee machine. It chimes sadly, even though you now notice it's not even plugged in. She takes your offered hand - hers is soft and very warm - and you lead her to your car, and then the two of you are off.

...

You drive to the restaurant, spending the whole time chatting with Sam. She looks through your new phone, making sure everything is set up correctly, and happily explaining its features and components. She recharges it in about a minute by squishing it between her breasts and bouncing up and down - something that is very distracting. You manage to make it to the restaurant in one piece, and are ushered to a nice private booth, in a quiet part of the restaurant. You order a bottle of decent wine and start to look through the menu, while she looks through hers.

"What, uh, would you like?" you ask a bit nervously, hoping she doesn't say something crazy like 20 pounds of raw beef.

"The steak looks pretty good - could I have two, please?" she asks, putting down her menu to stare across to you.

"Uhm, most people can only eat one, but how about we order two big ones, and I'll give you some of mine. If you're still hungry, we can stop elsewhere on the way back."

"Alright," she murmurs. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" she asks politely.

"Oh, uh, it depends I guess - sometimes going to the movies, sometimes reading a book, or playing video games. Going birdwatching if the weather's nice."

"Oh birdwatching! Will you take me sometime?"

"Sure, sure, we can go this weekend if you'd like," you say, and she nods happily. Soon the wine comes and you order your meals, chatting amiably. You notice Sam seems to be watching you sip your wine. "Optimizing herself," you assume. "Uhm, what do think of it? I uh, assume you can do that, right?" you ask.

"Of course!" she says cheerily, before starting to list the chemical molecules of the wine, in their exact proportions to her last sip.

"No Sam, I meant the taste," you say a bit exasperatedly. "What do you think of the taste?"

"Oh, right," she says, taking another sip before pantomiming an expert tasting it before swallowing. "Good," she replies, and then suddenly a light appears in her eyes - quite literally, her pupils changing to shining red lightbulbs for a split second. "What do you think of the taste?" she says, smiling mischievously at you.

"Uhm, its pretty good, I guess," you say, a bit nervously excited.

"Do you, um, want me to improve it for you?" she asks sweetly, lids narrowing over her blue and purple eyes.

"Uh, sure?" you say. She holds out her hand, motioning for your glass. You hand it to her, and she quickly moves it under the table, along with her other hand. The table is covered in a cloth, but you have some inkling of what she might be doing. That inkling turns to stream as she starts to flush, giving a cute little sigh, and shifting her legs around. "Mmm, its nice to rest my balls on something cool - they're going to be working overtime soon, just for you," she murmurs, grinning widely.

You flush and start to get hard, imagining that time as Sam continues to pleasure herself under the table, obviously taking her time. Thump. "What was that?" you think, the table jiggling slightly. Thump. "Do you hear that?" you ask Sam, as she gets redder. You begin to rub your dick through your trousers with one hand.

"Hear what babe?" she asks. Thump, thump. The table jiggles more.

"Uhm, I-" you begin to say, looking into her grinning face. "Wait a minute," you think. Thump, thump. "She's slapping herself against the table, isn't she," you think. Thump, thump, thump. She smiles mischievously at you, and you know she is. This continues for several minutes: you slowly rubbing yourself, trying to get some pleasure from the experience without making a mess of your trousers; and Sam, presumably massaging her pussy and periodically thumping her cock against the table.

Then you see a cute waitress coming back with your food. Thump thump. "Sam. Sam stop, the waitress is coming with our food," you say.

Thump thump thump. "Nuh uh babe, I'm close," she coos.

"What? I - Sam -you," you sputter as the waitress comes closer. You quickly put your both your hands on the table and try to regain your composure. That's difficult when Sam puts both her hands on the table, without the glass.

"Here you two are," the cute waitress says, arriving with your steaks. Thump thump. Her eyes furrow confusedly at the sound. "Can um, can I get you two anything else?" Thump thump thump.

"Uh no no, thank you," you stammer quickly, smiling up at the waitress.

Sam grins widely at the waitress - a grin that you know by now means she wants to fuck. Thump thump thump. "You?" she asks cheerily. SMACK - the table and everything on it jiggle obviously. "I mean thank you, thank you, this is enough," Sam corrects herself, still smiling up at the waitress, who is starting to flush.

"Oh, uh, alright," the waitress murmurs, "um is there something unde-"

"No no, nothing under the table," you say quickly, as she leans down. "I uh, get a, um, nervous tic in my leg sometimes - makes it jump," you say, bashing your knee against the underside of the table.

"Alright - uh let me know if you need anything else," she says, turning away. The moment she's taken a pace away, Sam's hands have disappeared under the table - thump smack smack - she rolls her eyes back - SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Muuuuhhhhh," Sam moans in bliss, loud enough for the leaving and blushing waitress to turn her head. You watch, entranced and thankful she was empty, as you're pretty sure she would have made a terrible mess under the table and of your clothes with her fuckbot futa cum. "Here you go babe," she murmurs contentedly after a few moments, passing you back your wine glass. Where it was once 1/4th full with dark red wine, it is now topped off with a pinkish liquid. As red as the normal wine, you take an experimental sip - ambrosial is probably the only way to describe what you're tasting.

"Mmm, thank you," you nod happily, as Sam starts to eat her steak.

"Once, uh, we've been together for a bit, and pumped each other full, do you want to share a cute girl like that?" Sam asks nonchalantly, between bites.

"Uh, sure, sure, we'll see," you say, smiling, as you enjoy the steak and your glass of her.