“God, you’re soaked,” he growled. “You’ve been waiting for this all day.”
“Yes—” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Yes, please—don’t stop.”
Diana was stretched across the couch with her legs tucked under her, absently scrolling through her phone. The quiet hum of the kettle cooling in the kitchen filled the apartment. Uly emerged from the bedroom with a small box in hand, watching her for a moment before sitting down at the edge of the cushion.
She glanced over, curious. “What’s that?”
Instead of answering, he opened the box and held up the toy. Sleek, curved, innocuous until it gave a faint buzz when he tapped the button. Her eyes went wide. He smiled, calm and deliberate, letting the vibration die out before setting the toy in her lap. “Before you panic, listen.”
Diana picked it up gingerly, as if it might bite. “What exactly are you planning?”
“You remember,” he said, leaning in, “when you told me one of your biggest turn-ons is the idea of… being made to keep a straight face? Pretending nothing’s happening while everyone around you has no clue?”
Her cheeks flushed hot. She covered her face with one hand. “I didn’t mean you had to actually—”
“But I think you do want me to.” His voice softened, playful but steady. “And I want to give it to you. We slip this in before we leave. I’ll have the controls on my phone. You’ll be trying to act normal. It will be fun for us both.” His hand rested on her knee.
Her pulse jumped; the words landed sharper than she expected. She tried to sound indignant, but her voice faltered. “In public?”
He nodded. “That’s the thrill. Coffee shop, a walk in the park. People close enough to notice if you slip. But only if you can’t keep control. Every time you get too close, I’ll cut it off. I’ll edge you, just like you love, until you’re desperate.” His hand lightly squeezed her knee. “Then later, when we’re finally alone, I’ll let you break.”
Diana stared down at the toy, caught between horror and heat. She hated how much the idea twisted her stomach with anticipation. “You’re insane,” she murmured, voice thin.
“And you’re blushing,” Uly countered with a grin. “So… yes or no?”
Her hand tightened around the toy. She didn’t trust her voice, so she only nodded. Diana sat very still, the toy heavy in her hand. Her pulse thudded in her ears, a nervous flutter that made it hard to breathe evenly. For a long moment, she stared at it, then at Uly, then back again.
Finally, with a shaky exhale, she placed the toy back into his palm. “You do it,” she whispered, her cheeks burning.
Uly’s eyes softened with something like pride before his grin crept back. “My pleasure.”
Her fingers trembled as she smoothed her skirt over her thighs. Then, gathering her courage, she leaned back and spread her knees, lifting the fabric up to her hips. The cool air of the living room rushed over her skin. Her panties stretched tight across her, and she hooked one finger under the edge to tug them aside. The exposure made her breath catch. The thrill of being open, vulnerable, waiting. She bit her lip, heart racing, while Uly leaned closer.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, low and certain, as he leaned in close and gently sucked at her clit. She moaned softly, and he pressed the toy gently against her. When she was wet, he slid it inside her.
The stretch made her jolt, her body tensing as though it were already alive. He was careful, guiding it slowly, easing it into place until she gasped quietly and her hands clutched the couch for balance. The snug fit made her nerves spark. Every movement exaggerated, every breath shallow. He moved her panties back into place so the toy could not slide out.
She released her skirt quickly, as if covering herself would soften the intimacy of what just happened. She smoothed the fabric down and stood, legs a little unsteady.
Uly leaned back, pulling out his phone with a practiced casualness that made her stomach twist tighter. “Ready?”
She shook her head, half laughing, half terrified. “Not even close.”
He tapped the screen. The toy answered with a sharp, strong pulse that shot through her, sudden and undeniable. Diana gasped, knees buckling slightly, one hand darting to the back of the couch for support. The vibration stopped as quickly as it began, leaving her with nothing but the echo of sensation and her own racing heartbeat. Her eyes darted to him, wide, flustered, but undeniably lit with excitement.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
Uly only smiled, tucking his phone into his pocket. “Coffee?”
Diana’s legs still felt unsteady as they left the apartment, the toy’s presence impossible to ignore with each step. Her skirt brushed lightly against her thighs, an ordinary detail that now felt charged, as if everyone on the street could somehow see what she was hiding.
The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of baking bread from the bakery on the corner and the sharper bite of exhaust from a bus pulling away. Their neighborhood buzzed with its usual weekend rhythm. Cyclists flashing past, a dog tugging its owner toward a lamppost, two teenagers laughing too loudly outside a convenience store. Uly fell into step beside her, relaxed, phone in hand.
The toy stirred to life on a low, steady hum. Diana’s breath hitched, her body tensing instinctively. The vibration wasn’t strong, but it was insistent, a secret thrum between her legs with every stride. The motion of walking pressed her against it again and again, sending tiny sparks through her.
She kept her eyes forward, forcing herself to act natural, though her cheeks were already warm. Her hand brushed her purse strap, clinging a little too tightly to keep her balance, as though it anchored her to composure.
Uly leaned closer, his voice casual, almost conversational. “How’s the weather?”
She shot him a glare out of the corner of her eye, then pressed her lips together to stop a laugh or maybe a moan. “Perfect,” she whispered, though her voice shook slightly.
He smiled, satisfied, and slipped his phone into his pocket, leaving the vibration running. They crossed the intersection at the corner, waiting among a small knot of people for the light to change. Diana shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying not to squirm, acutely aware of how close she was to strangers who would never guess what was happening. The hum continued, soft but maddening, every second a reminder.
When the signal chirped and the crowd stepped off the curb, Uly let his hand brush against hers. Not quite holding it. Just to let her know that he was enjoying every twitch and breath she tried to hide. The little coffee shop came into view ahead, the painted sign swinging gently in the breeze. Diana swallowed hard, heart hammering. Somehow, the short walk had already left her flushed, and she hadn’t even set foot inside yet.
The café door chimed as Uly held it open for her. Warm air rolled over them, scented with espresso and buttered pastries. The place was busy but not crowded. A low hum of voices, the hiss of the espresso machine, indie music pulsing softly from overhead speakers. They joined the short line. Diana crossed her arms, trying to look casual. However, she could still feel the toy’s steady vibration thrumming low and insistent. Each step forward pressed it into her, tiny shocks of pleasure riding her stride.
When it was their turn, Uly stepped up first. “Large dark roast. Black.” His voice was smooth, easy. He glanced back at her, lips curving.
Diana stepped forward, already anxious. “Medium vanilla latte, oat milk,” she said. Her voice sounded normal to her own ears, but she saw the way Uly’s eyebrow arched as he slipped his phone out of his pocket.
The vibration surged.
Her heart jolted in her chest, and she had to curl her fingers tightly around her purse strap. The barista nodded, scribbled on the cups, and set them on the counter without a clue. Diana forced a polite smile and handed over her card, pretending her knees weren’t threatening to give out beneath her.
They carried their drinks to a small table by the window. Sunlight spilled across the wood, warming her hands as she wrapped them around the cup. She thought she might have a reprieve. But then the toy ramped up further, stronger now, filling her with a steady pulse that made it nearly impossible to sit still. She could feel the coil of pleasure begging to tighten around the toy inside her. Uly held his phone up and showed her a pulse setting.
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed under her breath, leaning forward.
Uly only sipped his coffee, eyes innocent. “Dare what?”
Before she could answer, a voice broke in. “Diana?”
Her stomach dropped. She turned, wide-eyed, to see Aaron, a colleague from her office, smiling down at her. He carried his own mug, dressed neatly in a button-down.
“Oh—hi, Aaron!” she said brightly, maybe a little too brightly.
He pulled up beside the table, shifting his mug from one hand to the other. “Didn’t expect to see you here. You live nearby?”
The vibration surged again, higher. Diana’s back stiffened, heat crawling up her throat. “Uh—yeah. Just a couple blocks,” she managed, her tone too quick.
Aaron didn’t notice. He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “Small world. How’s the team handling that new client?”
She gripped her coffee cup like it was a lifeline, forcing her face into something resembling composure. Her thighs pressed together tightly under the table, toes curling in her shoes. “Busy,” she said, trying not to gasp as the toy climbed higher. “But good. Really good.”
Uly was silent beside her, sipping his drink, his leg brushing hers under the table like a secret. She could feel his amusement radiating off him as he watched her squirm. She couldn't seem to stop her leg from quivering as she felt an orgasm begging to build.
Aaron kept chatting about the office, the weather, and some book he’d been reading. Each sentence was a blur to Diana, drowned out by the relentless hum threatening to unravel her. She smiled, nodded, even laughed at the right moments, all while a storm built just under her skin.
Her body trembled, heat spreading fast. She was seconds away from breaking. She could feel the orgasm cresting, inevitable, dangerous. And then, silence.
The toy cut off mid-pulse, leaving her teetering at the edge with nothing but desperate need. Her breath hitched into a laugh she disguised with a sip of coffee. She had gotten close. But Uly didn't push her over the edge. She was both grateful and disappointed, though having an orgasm in front of Aaron might not be the best career move.
Aaron, oblivious, smiled. “Well, I should let you two enjoy your drinks. Good seeing you, Diana.”
“You too,” she managed, voice a little raw.
When he walked away, Diana slumped back in her chair, exhaling sharply. She turned on Uly, eyes blazing. “You—”
He leaned in, voice low and smug. “You were about three seconds from screaming my name instead of answering him.”
She kicked his shin lightly under the table, but her lips quivered with a reluctant smile. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He brushed his knuckles over her hand. “You love me. And you’re going to love me even more later.”
Diana bit down on her lip, cheeks still flushed. They sat there, sipping their drinks in a fragile silence, the taste of coffee bitter and sweet on her tongue, her body still buzzing from the denial. Uly pulled his phone from his pocket as Diana finished the last sip of her latte. He was scrolling casually, but she knew that look.
“Uber’s three minutes out,” he said, standing and tossing their cups.
Diana adjusted her skirt before following him out the door, still flushed from the encounter with Aaron. The cool air outside hit her skin like a jolt, and she wrapped her arms around herself as they stood on the curb. She tried to breathe, tried to come back down from the edge where Uly had so mercilessly abandoned her. The car pulled up, and the driver identified himself.
Uly gestured with mock gallantry. “After you.”
She shot him a warning look but slid into the back seat anyway, smoothing her skirt under her thighs. The driver, a man in his fifties, glanced at them briefly in the rearview mirror and gave a polite nod. As Uly closed the door beside her, she felt the vibration kick back to life. A sudden, firm pulse. Not high, but steady enough to make her jolt. Her hand flew to the door handle for balance, and she quickly turned her gaze to the passing street to cover the slip.
The driver put the car in gear. “Heading to the park, right?”
“Yes,” Uly said smoothly, his tone casual, as though nothing unusual was happening at all.
Diana pressed her knees together, forcing her expression to stay calm. The hum inside her seemed magnified by the silence of the car, every bump in the road pushing it deeper, sharper. Her breathing threatened to quicken, so she exhaled slowly through her nose, pretending to be absorbed by the blur of buildings and trees outside her window.
Uly shifted slightly closer, resting his hand casually over hers on the seat. To anyone else, it looked like a tender gesture. But she felt the deliberate squeeze of his fingers, the unspoken I know exactly what you’re feeling right now.
The driver cleared his throat and began chatting about traffic. “Should be a smooth ride. Only ten minutes or so with this route.”
Diana nodded once, smiling faintly at the rearview mirror, her voice steady by sheer force of will. “Good to know.”
Meanwhile, the toy buzzed on, insistent but controlled, dragging her higher with each passing minute. She dared a sidelong glance at Uly. He was staring out the window, utterly relaxed, like he hadn’t just thrown her into a silent challenge with a stranger less than two feet away. At least in the coffee shop, any gasp or sharp breath would be covered by the noise. But in this quiet car, even the soft moan that threatened to escape her lips would give her away.
Her body clenched around the vibration, heat curling low in her belly. She squeezed his hand under the guise of affection. In truth, it was desperation. The car glided smoothly through traffic, but Diana’s body felt anything but steady. The vibration hummed stronger now, climbing into that dangerous, exquisite range. Her thighs pressed together tighter, the muscles in her legs taut as bowstrings.
She tried to breathe slowly, to keep her composure, but her chest betrayed her. Each inhale came sharp, each exhale shaky, as though she’d just finished a run. An intake of breath caught the driver's attention. He said nothing but kept glancing at her in the mirror.
She panicked as she felt that coil of pleasure tighten again. The driver had to know. He must heat the toy. See her flushed face. She debated giving in. Letting this stranger see her pleasure. Uly’s thumb stroked her hand, an affectionate rhythm that only made her squirm more. He knew. He knew, and he was letting her suffer with the pure pleasure of it.
Diana bit down on the inside of her cheek, her whole body wound tight. The pleasure built fast, rising, cresting, threatening to break. She shifted her gaze to the window, eyes wide, trying to look like nothing more than a girl watching the blur of trees pass. But inside, she was unraveling.
Her breath caught. A small, helpless sound escaped her lips, one she barely disguised with a cough.
Uly’s fingers tightened around hers. The toy surged again, sending her right to the razor’s edge. Heat spilled through her, her body clenching, everything in her begging for that final push. She nearly moaned, had to press her teeth together to stop it. And then—
The toy cut off, leaving her stranded. Her body throbbed with unfinished release, her pulse hammering in her ears. Her lungs dragged in ragged, uneven breaths as she fought to settle herself. She glanced toward the driver, terrified he might have noticed. But he was whistling softly, eyes on the road. Or trying to spare her dignity by pretending not to know.
Her chest rose and fell quickly. She squeezed Uly’s hand with quiet fury, nails digging into his skin.
He only leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. Whispering so softly she nearly missed it, “Not yet.”
Her eyes fluttered shut in helpless frustration. She exhaled, long and slow, forcing her body to calm, to smooth away the evidence of how close she had been. The car slowed. Tires crunched over gravel.
“Here we are,” the driver announced cheerfully.
The moment the engine idled, Diana forced herself into motion, tugging at her skirt and smoothing her hair. She pasted on a polite smile as the driver glanced back. “Thanks,” she managed, her voice steady only by sheer willpower.
The doors opened. Cool air spilled in. She stepped out into the sunlight, her legs shaky, her heart still pounding, her body screaming for release.
Uly slid out behind her, slipping his phone back into his pocket, a picture of calm.
They stood at the edge of the park, the sound of children laughing in the distance, leaves rustling overhead. Diana’s pulse hadn’t yet settled.
She turned on him, eyes burning, her voice a hiss. “You’re evil.”
He only smiled, brushing her shoulder with his hand as if nothing were out of place. “You love it.”
"What if I couldn't hold back? How would he have reacted to me cumming in his back seat?" She giggled.
"Maybe he would have wanted to watch," Uly said as his hand traced the curve of her ass.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees as they walked deeper into the park. Gravel crunched under their shoes, the air carrying the scent of grass and blooming flowers. Children laughed somewhere near the playground, while joggers passed with rhythmic footfalls.
Diana’s body was still humming from the Uber ride, each step reminding her of the ache Uly had left simmering inside her. She tried not to glare at him, but the smug tilt of his smile made it difficult. Then her phone buzzed.
She fished it from her tote, blinking at the screen. Mom. A video call.
Her stomach twisted. “Oh no.”
Uly’s smile widened. “Perfect timing.”
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, but he was already sliding onto a nearby bench, patting the space beside him.
Reluctantly, she sat and accepted the call. Her mother’s cheerful face filled the screen. “Hi, sweetheart!”
“Hi, Mom,” Diana said, forcing brightness into her voice. She angled the phone so Uly could wave too.
“Hello, Mrs. Walters,” Uly said warmly.
Her mom smiled. “So good to see you two. How’s your day?”
Before Diana could answer, the toy roared back to life. Stronger. Deeper. A setting he hadn’t used yet. Her entire body tensed. Heat flared instantly between her thighs, her breath hitching before she caught it. She gripped the phone tighter, pasting a smile across her face. “It’s… uh, really nice. We just grabbed coffee. Now we’re at the park.”
“That sounds lovely,” her mom said, adjusting her glasses. “The weather looks beautiful.”
“Yes,” Diana managed. Her legs crossed tightly, her back rigid. Every word scraped against the flood of sensation threatening to pour out of her. She tried to focus on her mom’s face, on the flowers in the background, anything but the relentless pulsing inside her. Her breath slipped, faster now, and she bit her lip hard.
“Sweetheart,” her mom asked suddenly, brow furrowing, “are you alright? You look flushed.”
Panic shot through Diana. “I-I’m fine. Just…” A gasp threatened to break free; she swallowed it down. “There was a big spider on the bench. I almost jumped.”
“Oh!” Her mom laughed. “You always hated spiders.”
Uly’s hand brushed her knee, squeezing gently as if to say good save. His thumb rubbed circles against her leg, as though the vibration alone wasn’t enough to undo her.
She nodded quickly, forcing out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. It’s gone now.”
Her whole body clenched, the orgasm building, coiling, pushing her right to the brink again. Her voice tightened, each syllable a battle. And just as the crest threatened to break— The toy cut off. She nearly whimpered with the sudden emptiness, biting her cheek instead. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her smile strained.
“Well,” her mom said after a moment, “I should let you two enjoy your day. I’ll talk to you soon, darling.”
“Love you, Mom,” Diana said quickly, relief flooding her voice as she ended the call. She slumped back against the bench, hand flying to cover her face.
“Uly,” she whispered fiercely. “I nearly broke. She almost knew.”
He slipped his phone into his pocket, stood, and held out his hand. “Then it’s working.”
Her eyes widened as he pulled her to her feet. She barely had time to steady herself before the vibration roared back on. A merciless wave that made her knees weaken instantly.
“Uly,” she hissed, clutching his arm as they began walking again, her body trembling under the strain.
He leaned close, lips brushing her ear, his tone dark and playful. “Let’s see how long you can last.”
They left the bench behind, gravel crunching beneath their shoes. Sunlight dappled across the path, shadows of leaves dancing over Diana’s flushed skin.
Diana clenched her jaw, forcing her legs to move evenly. Every time they passed someone. A man jogging with earbuds in, a woman walking her golden retriever. A pair of teenagers laughing together. She felt her body tighten with panic. Each stranger was a potential witness to the secret vibrating between her thighs.
She gripped Uly’s arm, nails digging into his sleeve, when the hum intensified as a father and his little girl skipped by. She forced a smile, nodding politely, while inside her muscles clenched hard, her body begging for release.
The vibration eased as soon as they were alone again, only to surge when a cyclist zipped past them. Diana let out a sharp breath, covering it with a fake cough. Uly only smirked, watching her flounder with wicked delight.
Her body was a live wire, every nerve buzzing. Each close call sent her higher, tighter, closer to breaking. She barely realized they’d rounded a bend in the path when a familiar voice cut through the air.
“Diana?”
Her stomach flipped. Standing a few feet away was Hailey. Tall, radiant, her dark hair swept into a loose braid. She wore fitted shorts and a tank top, a sheen of sweat glistening from her run. Hailey smiled broadly, eyes sparkling as they flicked from Diana to Uly.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite troublemakers,” she teased.
Diana’s cheeks burned, but not only from embarrassment. Hailey wasn’t just a friend. She was the woman they had both shared. Hot nights tangled together, laughter spilling into kisses, the memory of her body still etched into Diana’s mind.
“Hailey,” Uly said smoothly, grinning. “Long time.”
Hailey stepped closer, wiping sweat from her brow. “I didn’t know you two came here. How are you?”
Diana forced a smile. “We’re—ah—good. Just… enjoying the day.”
At that exact moment, Uly turned the toy higher. Her breath caught, eyes fluttering shut for a split second before she snapped them open again. Heat surged through her belly, and she fought desperately to keep her face composed. She could not fall apart here in front of Hailey.
But Hailey was watching her closely, lips curving slowly into a knowing smirk. “Mm. You okay, Di?”
“Yes,” Diana said quickly, her voice too tight. “Just—um—hot. The sun.”
The vibration ramped up again. Diana’s thighs trembled, her nails digging crescents into her palms. She was seconds from falling over the edge, seconds from moaning in front of her friend— And then it cut off. The sudden silence was brutal, leaving her trembling, breathless, her skin on fire.
Hailey tilted her head, her smirk widening. She glanced between Diana and Uly, her gaze dropping briefly to the phone in his hand before returning to Diana’s flushed face.
“Ohhh,” Hailey murmured, her tone thick with amusement. “I see what’s happening here.”
Diana froze. “W-what?”
Hailey crossed her arms, eyes glittering. “You two haven’t changed at all. Teasing her in public, making her squirm. God, I remember that look.”
Uly chuckled low in his throat, not bothering to deny it. “She’s doing better than I expected.”
Hailey laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re cruel. But she’s gorgeous when she’s like this.” Her gaze lingered on Diana, warm and wicked all at once. “So what’s the plan? Are you going to keep her on edge until she begs?”
Diana’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Hailey’s smile softened, though her eyes still sparkled with mischief. “Well, if you want my advice…” She leaned in a little. “There’s a public restroom just past the next bend. Not the nicest, but it’s private enough.”
The moment Hailey turned down another path, Uly tugged Diana’s hand. She followed without protest, her steps quick, her body shaking with pent-up need. The gravel crunched faster beneath their feet until the small brick restroom came into view. Squat, plain, tucked between trees.
They didn’t hesitate. Uly pushed open the unisex door, glanced once to make sure it was empty, then pulled her inside. The heavy door thudded shut behind them, locking out the world.
Diana’s pulse thundered in her ears. The air smelled faintly of soap and disinfectant, the light overhead buzzing softly. But none of it mattered. The only thing she felt was the weight of Uly’s gaze.
He spun her toward the sink, bending her over the cool porcelain in one rough motion. Her palms slapped against the surface, steadying her. Her breath came in shallow, desperate bursts.
Behind her, she heard the rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric. Uly’s movements were fast, unceremonious, filled with the same raw urgency that had been building between them all afternoon.
Diana slid one trembling hand beneath her skirt, hooked her finger under her panties, and tugged them aside. With her other hand, she reached down and pulled the toy from inside her, slick and warm, her whole body trembling at its removal. She set it quickly on the edge of the sink before she lost the strength to hold it.
And then he was there.
Uly pressed against her from behind, thick and hard, and she gasped as he pushed into her in one smooth, hungry thrust. Her body clenched around him instantly, the ache of hours of denial flooding into a wave of overwhelming relief.
She moaned, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls. Uly gripped her hips hard, dragging her back into him, each stroke fast, relentless, a rhythm that shook her against the sink. His breath came hot against her ear as he bent over her, teeth grazing her neck.
“God, you’re soaked,” he growled. “You’ve been waiting for this all day.”
“Yes—” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Yes, please—don’t stop.”
Every thrust hit deep, sharp, every drag of his body inside hers stoking the fire higher. Her arms trembled where they braced against the sink, her knuckles white as she fought to stay upright against the onslaught.
The sounds filled the tiny room. Skin on skin, her strangled moans, his ragged breathing. The intensity of it all, the forbidden rush of being here, pushed her higher and higher.
Uly’s grip tightened, his thrusts faster, rougher, almost punishing. He bent lower, lips against her ear. “Come for me, Diana. Now.”
That command broke her. The orgasm tore through her with brutal force, wave after wave crashing, her cries echoing off the bathroom tiles. Her body convulsed around him, gripping him tight as pleasure consumed her completely.
Uly groaned low, burying himself deep inside her as his own release followed, his body shuddering against hers. For a long moment, there was nothing but their ragged breathing, their bodies locked together in the aftermath. Finally, Uly eased back, tucking himself away. Diana pulled her panties back into place, her legs shaky. She retrieved the toy, now silent, and dropped it into her purse with trembling fingers.
They met each other’s gaze in the mirror above the sink. Diana’s cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed, her lips swollen. Uly’s smile was smug, satisfied, but softened with affection as he slid his hand down her back.
She managed a shaky laugh. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re perfect,” he said simply.
They smoothed their clothes, unlocked the door, and stepped back into the golden afternoon sun as though nothing had happened, the secret of their fast, furious release locked between them.