This story is a continuation of ‘The Perfect Match’ and ‘I can't help myself’.
The Fetish Bar
by Vanessa Evans
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Intro.
This story is a sort of continuation of ‘The Perfect Match’ which is the story of the romance between Sara and Dylan (me), from us meeting at University to living together in a little house in London’s suburbia. If you’ve read Perfect Match, you will know that Sara is a natural, subservient exhibitionist and I am a voyeur who loves candualism. I really do love watching Sara show her naked body to as many people as possible, and letting them do all sorts of things to her to make her cum.
You will also know that Sara is a 23 year-old, skinny blonde who has small tits but big pencil eraser size nipples that are the same size as her permanently protruding clit.
Both Sara and I have reasonably well paid, completely different jobs, but in the same tower block office building in central London, working for different companies in different industries.
You should also note that the later part of this story includes the 2 main characters, Leroy and Maria, in ‘I can't help myself’.
So, if you haven’t already read ‘The Perfect Match’ and ‘I can't help myself’ I think that you should consider reading them before you read this story.
Part 1
One day at work I overheard a couple of my colleagues talking about a bar, that they had heard of, that catered for people with a Fetish. Both guys sounded disgusted saying that they couldn’t understand how the place survived because there couldn’t possibly be many people who had kinky fetishes that they would air in public.
Part of what I overheard was the street name of where this ‘disgusting’ bar was.
Well, my imagination was running wild because, since we’d met, Sara and I had done quite a few things that some people would call kinky, and since we’d left university and got full-time jobs, we hadn’t been able to do a lot of things that we had both really enjoyed.
So, back at my desk I used google maps and street view to find this ‘Fetish Bar’. I found what looked like a bar with signage saying ‘Fetiche Bar’ which, to me, looked like it could be the place.
Later, on the underground train going home, leaning on the door between carriages, with my hand up the back of Sara’s skirt teasing her clit, I told her about what I had overheard and what I had found on google. Sara told me that ‘Fetiche’ is the Spanish word for Fetish.
I told Sara that on the coming Friday we were going from work to get something to eat, then go looking for this ‘Fetiche’, hoping that it was the bar that my colleagues had talked about.
As usual, Sara had changed from her business suit into more comfortable clothes in the ground floor rest rooms, and when we met she was wearing just a very short, tight, lycra skirt and a short tank top that showed lots of skin and pokey nipples.
We had a great meal in a restaurant then went looking for this Fetiche Bar.
It was actually easy to find, but the frontage didn’t look too inviting, nor did the room that the door opened in to. It was small and a bit dark and dingy. On the wooden walls were a couple of revealing photos of girls tied-up. There was a small bar in one corner that looked as if it extended into another room, with a couple of middle-aged men sat at it on high stools and a couple of small tables in the room, each with a middle-aged couple sat at them.
The barmaid looked to be in her late twenties, heavily made-up and showing a LOT of cleavage.
Sara, literally, jumped up onto a high stool, her tight skirt riding up. I could see a line of bare butt cheeks between her skirt and the stool. Sara sat with her knees apart. Also, when she spun round to face the other people there, I just knew that they would be able to see her bare pubis and some of her bald slit.
At the far corner of the room was 2 doors, one with restroom symbols on it, the other with a sign saying ‘Private’.
“Hi,” the woman behind the bar asked, “what can I get you?”
We ordered our drinks, then when the barmaid was getting them I whispered to Sara to spin on her stool. She smiled then did so. I turned my head and saw that everyone in the room was staring at Sara.
“There you go,” the barmaid said as she put our drinks on the bar in front of us. ”Not seen you in here before have I?”
Sara spun back round and I turned my head. As I did so I looked in the big mirror behind the bar and I could see some of the people sat at the tables. One man was giving the thumbs-up sign, presumably to the barmaid.
“No,” I replied, “we heard that there is sometimes some entertainment here and we thought that we’d come and check it out but the place looks too small for that.”
“Have you heard of Doctor Who and his Tardis?” The barmaid asked.
“Wow, that takes me back.” I replied,
“Well through that ‘Private’ door is a room that is much bigger than this, and that’s where the entertainment is. What sort of entertainment were you looking for?”
“Well I know that the name of this place, Fetiche, is Spanish for Fetish, and my girl here enjoys revealing and bound experiences.”
“Well it sounds like you’ve come to the right place, my name’s Wendy by the way,”
“Dylan and Sara.”
“Well Sara, you’ve certainly got the body for a bit of rope work, and by the way you are dressed I’m guessing that you like showing a lot of skin, Have you done anything like this before?”
“Yes, I actually have,” Sara replied, “when we were on holiday a couple of years ago we went to a sex club and had an amazing time. Do you know that there are machines that will fuck you when you are standing up?”
Wendy smiled and replied,
“I do, we’ve got one here and it’s quite popular with the ladies.”
“I bet that it is,” I said.
“So would you like to try ours Sara?” Wendy asked.
I looked at Sara and saw a big grin on her face and I replied for Sara,
“Look at Sara’s face Wendy, what do you think her answer is?”
“You’ll enjoy yourself Sara.” Wendy answered, but we have some very accomplished rope workers here who make an excellent job of immobilising young ladies and putting their charms on display. Would you be happy for them to demonstrate their skill on you as a precursor to you enjoying the machine?”
I again looked at Sara’s face and got the same silent answer.
“She would.” I replied for her, then asked,
“Will there be an audience for all this, Sara really gets off on being seen?”
“Of course,” Wendy replied, “that’s half the fun isn’t it Sara?”
The still grinning Sara nodded her head.
“Shall we go through?” Wendy asked.
As Wendy came out from behind the bar, Sara eased herself off her stool and I noted that she didn’t pull the hem of her tight skirt back down over her pubis as we walked towards the ‘Private’ door.
It was a bit of a shock as we entered the room. It was much, much bigger than I expected, and there must have been around 50 people sat at tables around the sides of the room, and nearly all of them looked to be twenty something couples. What’s more, some of the girls looked to be naked. I could see more doors, and looking up, I saw ropes hanging down and running to pulleys attached to the walls.
In the middle we saw a naked, buxom girl in the process of getting roped. Her arms were tied at the elbows behind her back and ropes went around her torso, above and below her huge tits. In the middle and on the sides of her tits were ropes pulling the above and below tits ropes together, squashing her tits into 2 huge lumps that already showed signs of poor circulation.
I wondered if they were hurting her, and I was pleased that Sara’s tits weren’t really big enough for her to be tied like that.
“Is that the sort of thing that interests you Sara?” Wendy asked.
I wasn’t sure that Sara had heard Wendy, the expression on her face told me that she would be tingling all over and that her pussy would be dripping’ and probably remembering being tied-up on the stage at the sex club.
I put my hand between Sara’s legs, gave her the finger test, then held my hand up for Wendy to see.
“That would be a ‘yes’ then.” Wendy said with a grin on her face. Then she continued,
“I’ll sort it for Sara to be next Dylan, is that okay with you.?”
“Err yes, sure. I think that she’s too busy daydreaming at the moment. I’m sure that she can’t wait.”
Wendy walked over to the middle-aged guy who was roping the buxom blonde’s lower half.
I backed onto the nearest wall and pulled Sara’s back to me. My right hand went round her waist then down the front of her tight skirt to cup her pussy which felt like it was on fire, a very wet fire. I idly played with her clit as we both watched the guy use the ropes to give the blonde what looked like a painful wedgie.
Next, using some sort of remote control, the man lowered 2 ropes, about 2 metres apart, from the roof, attaching one to the blonde’s arms behind her back, and the other to one of her ankles.
Using the remote control, he retracted the 2 ropes individually until the blonde’s tied ankle was way above her head. I guessed that the other hanging rope was to support her and stop her from falling over..
Next the man slowly turned the blonde so that everyone in the room could see her very wet and spread pussy.
“There you are ladies and gentlemen, she’s all yours, enjoy her.”
Four men got to their feet and converged on the blonde as the middle-aged man turned, looked at Sara and me, then, with a grin on his face, he walked over to Sara and I.
“Hi,” the man said, “I’m Harry, Wendy tells me that this beautiful creature is interested in a bit of bondage.”
“Yes,” Sara replied.
“That’s right,” I replied, “It’s been a couple of years since Sara here was restrained like that blonde then spanked and used by numerous men. I’m Dylan and this is Sara by the way.”
“I’m sure that we can arrange a very pleasant evening for you Sara, that’s if you are serious about it.”
“I am.” Sara replied.
“She is,” I said, “and to prove it, Sara, strip naked and go and finger the blonde.”
Sara’s expression as she turned to look at me was of surprise, but that rapidly turned to a big grin as her hands went up, taking her top up with them. After handing the top to me, her hand went to her hips and pushed her skirt down until gravity took over.
Sara kicked her shoes off then squat and picked them and her skirt up. The now completely naked Sara handed them to me then turned and walked over to the blonde who was, judging by the moans that she was making, enjoying being fingered or fucked by the guys surrounding her.
“Attractive young lady that you’ve got there Dylan, it will be a real pleasure roping her.” Harry said.
“She’ll enjoy every second of it Harry.” I replied.
Harry and I watched Sara’s pert little bubbly butt sway as she walked, then disappeared in amongst the men surrounding the blonde.
“Wendy said that you have a standing fucking machine, and that Sara could use it later Harry.” I said.
“Did she now,” Harry replied, “has Sara used one before?”
I told Harry some of the relevant parts of our visit to the sex club, and was just about finished when Sara appeared from in amongst the group of men surrounding the blonde.
She walked back to us, again swaying her butt, and holding her shiny right hand up in the air.
“I had to wait until the guy who was fucking her had cum inside her.” Sara said as she held her wet fingers up in front of first Harry’s face, then mine.”
I opened my mouth and Sara put her fingers in it before turning her head and asking,
“So Harry, apart from the ropes and the fucking machine that I’m hoping to try later, what else goes on here?”
“You’re definitely not the cops, the council or the taxman are you?” Harry asked.
“Do you think that anyone of those would strip naked and do what Sara has just done?” I asked.
“Good point,” Harry replied, “Okay, every Friday and Saturday we put on entertainment. It ranges from what you can see, to demonstrations of girls using various machines, to spanking evenings, to mixed and girl vs. girl nude wrestling, to masturbation competitions, girls that is, with and without remote controlled vibrators, to Bukkake evenings, to free use evenings, to simple CMNF evenings and even gang-bang evenings. We sometimes get asked to go to private events for the girls to put on a show or just to flaunt their bodies. Those are paid events, the rest are just for fun.”
“Interesting,” I replied, “So how many girls come here Harry?”
“Most of the girls that you can see here take part in most of the events, but that number is slowly increasing all the time. Some girls even come here on their own. It seems that girls are starting to realises that there’s nothing wrong with them getting naked and enjoying themselves without having a husband or boyfriend.”
“I totally agree.” Sara replied. “Why should men have all the fun?”
“Quite.” I added as my hand that had been around Sara’s waist, slid down and squeezed one of her bare butt cheeks.
“So do you charge people to come into this room Harry?” I asked.
“Hell no, if we did the council would soon find out and try to shut us down. No, that door that you came through has an electronic lock that’s opened by a switch behind the bar. Wendy only presses the switch for regulars and people who she has vetted whilst getting them their drinks.”
“What’s this nude, mixed wrestling Harry?” Sara asked.
“Well, as the name implies, one male, one female, both totally naked and wrestling, that’s tomorrows entertainment actually. Strict rules of no deliberately hurting your opponent and the winner is the one who makes their opponent orgasm first by natural means.”
“So no vibrators or dildos?” I asked.
“No.” Harry replied.
“Is actual fucking allowed?” Sara asked.
“Yes.” Harry replied.
“What about STD’s” I asked.
“Everyone who does any actual fucking in here has to show me a negative test result before they start, or convince me that they haven’t had any stranger sex recently. Have either of you 2 had sex with anyone other than each other in the last couple of months?”
“I got fucked by my brother and Dylan’s brother 3 months ago, does that count?” Sara asked.
“No, you’re good to go Sara, but I can provide condoms if you want?”
“No, I’m good, I much prefer the natural feeling.” Sara replied as I squeezed her bare butt again.
“So do you want to go and fuck Mary, the blonde, Dylan?” Harry asked.
That caught me by surprise, but I quickly recovered and replied,
“I’ll give it a miss if you don’t mind Harry, I’m saving my load for Sara here later. Can I take a rain check?”
“Sure, no problem, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to dip your wick in most of the girls that you see here.” Harry replied.
“You can if you want Dylan.” Sara said, “I won’t mind.”
“No, I’ve been building up all day and I want to give it all to you later.” I replied.
“How romantic.” Harry said before turning his head to the ongoing entertainment.
Mary, the blonde, was just hanging there on her own and Harry said,
“It looks like Mary has been filled-up, I’ll go and release her. Do you want to come and help me Dylan, then you can help me rope Sara here?”
“It’ll be good practice Dylan.” Sara said.
I’d thought about tying, restraining Sara to the corners of our bed, or even to a tree out in the woods somewhere, then teasing her until she begs me to fuck her a few times. I’d discussed it with her and she was all for giving it a go, but we’d never go around to it.
Sara stayed at the side of the room watching as I helped Harry release Mary and I couldn’t help looking at all the cum leaking out of her pussy, and spread all over her face and hair.
“Have you got a new assistant Harry?” Mary asked.
“This is Dylan Mary, he’s brought his girlfriend to join in the fun.”
“Was that the naked girl who rubbed my G-spot and instantly made me cum?”
“Probably Mary.” Harry replied.
“Well I can’t wait to return the compliment, is she going to get tied up like I am / was.”
“Unless she chicken’s out.” Harry said.
“She won’t.” I added.
A couple of minutes later, Mary was free and walking towards the rest room to get cleaned up, and I was waving to Sara to get her to come to us.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Harry announced, “this is Sara and he boyfriend Dylan. They would like to join our little club and Sara has asked for a double dose of pleasure as her inauguration and I’m sure that you will all make her feel welcome, especially you guys when you empty your balls in or on her because she wants to be strung-up like Mary was.”
“Come on Harry, stop yapping and get on with it,” a girl from one corner of the room shouted, “Mick needs to fuck her before he pops off.”
“Yes, Sara is quite cute,” Harry replied, “okay, I’ll shut up. Dylan, give me a hand please.”
I looked at Sara’s face and could tell that she was just as eager as Mick was to get strung-up and fucked.
Taking note of what Harry was doing, I helped him as much as I could, and 5 minutes later, Sara’s torso was parallel to the floor and her legs were at right angles to her torso and one was high up in the air.
I looked at Sara’s face and saw that she was really enjoying herself, and when I put my hand on her pussy it was hot, swollen and very wet. I dipped a couple of fingers inside her causing her to moan, then I backed away as Harry announced that Sara was free use for the next 15 minutes.
That 15 minutes flew by as I watched Sara getting groped, fucked at both ends, getting covered in cum, and shaking when she orgasmed.
When the time was up, Harry moved in and started releasing her.
“Where’s the fucking machine?” Sara asked.
“Patience oh beautiful nymphomaniac,” Harry replied as the final rope fell to the floor.” Go and get cleaned-up then have a drink and we’ll be ready for you.”
I followed Sara into the ladies rest room to help her clean-up.
“So how was that Sara?” I asked.
“Awesome,” Sara replied, “just as good as that first time, and there’s a couple of big cocks out there. Sorry Dylan, I didn’t mean ..”
“That’s okay Sara, I know that my cock isn’t as big as some out there.”
“True, but you more than make up for it with your technique, your fingers, you tongue. I wouldn’t swap you for a guy with a 12 inch cock.”
“And I love you too Sara. Are you sure that you want to get on that fucking machine?”
“Try and stop me lover, are you done down there?”
“Yes, you’re good to go Sara.”
We left the rest room and instantly saw that the machine and ropes were ready for her.
“Ball gag?” Harry asked Sara as we approached him.
“No, not unless these people don’t want to hear me screaming.” Sara replied.
As Harry was putting the velcro cuffs on Sara’s wrists and ankles, I looked around the room. There seemed to be more than the 50 or so people that I’d estimated earlier and more girls than guys, but that meant that Sara would have a larger audience, and that made me happy.
Every eye in the room was staring at Sara, and every voice was silent. Sara had 100% of everyone’s attention.
Feet were stretched wide and tied in place, wrists were tied to the spreader bar hanging just above her head, which was then pulled up by the electric pulleys; and finally, the floppy dildo was moved into place, just inside Sara.
“Ready?” Harry asked.
“STOP.” I shouted.
All eyes in the room turned to me.
“Sara, remember the safe hand signal if you want it to stop, you know that we will ignore your shouting to stop.” I asked.
Sara smiled as I saw the little and index finger on both her hands go straight out then the middle 2 fingers bend and get held down by her thumbs.
“Okay Harry.” I said, “go for it, fuck my Sara’s brains out.”
The dildo slowly disappeared inside Sara and I thought that it was a bit longer than the one on the machine on holiday, but Sara’s face showed no signs of discomfort.
The dildo withdrew, then went up into her again, and I saw the smile on her face.
Slowly, the speed of the pumping increased and Sara started moaning. I could tell that she was happy.
On and on the machine pumped the dildo in and out of Sara, sometimes slowing before speeding up again.
Sara’s facial expression told me that she was going to cum soon, and she did, screaming that she was doing so. Over her screams I heard the audience applauding and cheering her on, and looking around I could see that everyone was enjoying the spectacle.
The pumping slowed again, long enough for Sara’s climax to fade, but as soon as her heavy breathing slowed, the pumping got faster.
I looked at Sara’s hands and saw that all her fingers were out straight, just like they are when she is about to cum.
And she did, again screaming to let everyone know that she was cumming.
Again and again, Harry took Sara to the edge then over it. I counted 7 peaks before it was Harry who brought it to an end. As the dildo stopped moving, the tip still inside her, Harry got to his feet and, leaving the control on the table, he walked over to Sara. The audience realised that the show was over and started clapping and cheering.
I too got to my feet and went over to Sara.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, that was awesome, I’d forgotten just how good it was.”
Turning to face Harry, Sara continued,
“Harry, what do I have to do for that to happen again and again?”
“Just keep coming here on a Friday and Saturday and keep buying some drinks.” Harry replied as he started freeing Sara.
Sara looked at me, that pleading look that I can’t resist, and just as she was about to say something, her arms got lowered and her knees started to buckle.
My arms went out and she collapsed against me, me wrapping my arms around her to hold her up as Harry released the last of her restraints.
“I can’t guarantee you some time on that machine every time that you come here Sara, but I can guarantee a good time.” Harry said.
“We’ll be here as often as we can Harry, we haven’t had much fun outside our house since we started working down here. Can we still get a drink, I see that some people are leaving?” I asked.
“Sure, Wendy will happily serve the star of the evening.” Harry replied.
I still had my arm around Sara’s waist as we walked to the bar.
“Enjoy that did you Sara?” Wendy asked, “What can I get you?”
We sat on the bar stools, Sara not having even asked where her clothes were, and chatted with Wendy as more people said goodnight to Wendy, and went through the door to the public bar to leave.
Wendy told us more about their little, unofficial club, and the more she told us, the more I just knew that Sara, me as well, wanted to return there as often as we could.
Drinks finished, and Sara mostly recovered, although I suspected that her pussy was somewhat sore, we got off the stools and Sara headed for the door.
“Sara,” Wendy called out, “sorry, but no nudes in the public bar, we have to think about our licence.”
“Oops, sorry, where are my clothes Dylan.” Sara replied.
I looked to where she had taken them off and they were still on that chair. I got them for her and she put them on. I noted that she left her skirt just at pussy level at the front and just a hint of butt cheeks showing at the back.
Out on the street I asked Sara if she was okay. Linking an arm round mine she replied,
“Yeah, I’m good, beyond good. There’s not many people around and it’s a bit chilly, but I’m good. How far is it to the nearest underground station?”
As we walked, we talked, mainly about the Fetiche Bar. We tried to remember all the things that Harry had said happened there and we both mentioned the mixed wrestling more than once.
Me, I was wondering what Sara thought of that, and if she’d be up for having a go at it. I needn’t have worried because, just before we got to the underground station Sara said,
“Dylan, would you mind if I entered the wrestling, I’m guessing that the losers get fucked by the winners, and, being the petite size that I am, I’m sure that I will lose.”
I stopped walking, turned to face Sara, put my round her waist and gave her a passionate kiss. As I was doing so I grabbed her butt cheeks, squeezed them and felt her skirt rise up a little more.
“Of course I won’t mind Sara,” I said when we broke the kiss and we started walking again. “You know that I enjoy watching you get fucked.”
We entered the station and Sara let go of my arm, me letting her walk in front of me.
I quickly saw that about a third of her bare butt cheeks were exposed below the hem of her skirt, I looked around and saw a couple of people staring at her but I didn’t say anything, me guessing that Sara already knew what was on public display.
“At least it’s a warm breeze tickling my pussy.” Sara said as we went down the nearly deserted escalator.
The train home wasn’t busy and we sat on one of the long side seats with no one opposite us. As soon as we started moving, I told Sara to play with her pussy,
“Keep you aroused until we get home and I fuck your brains out. Oh, will you be too sore?”
“Not sore enough to miss a good fucking by you lover.” Sara replied.
In that very short skirt, no knickers and her knees not being closed, Sara’s pussy would have already been visible to anyone who came and sat opposite, but she spread them a little more and her right hand got to work.
“Take it slow, we’ve got around 30 minutes before we get off.” I said.
“I’m glad that you said that Dylan, that machine did leave me a bit sore.”
“Not too sore I hope, I don’t want to hurt you when I fuck you when we get home.”
“You won’t, but you might need to leave my pussy alone for a while in the morning.”
“I can live with that. Gently does it, you’ve got 30 minutes.”
Sara lay her head back and closed her eyes as her fingers got to work.
A few minutes later the train slowed and stopped at the next station and Sara raised her head and opened her eyes.
“Relax lover, I’ll let you know if you need to stop.”
Sara’s head went back and her eyes closed.
At the next station, Sara didn’t lift her head, or open her eyes, and her fingers kept slowly rubbing her clit and occasionally dipping them deep inside her as no one got into our end of the carriage.
At the next station Sara just continued rubbing and I didn’t tell her that a couple of young guys had got on, seen Sara and come and sat opposite us. I held my index finger to my mouth, telling the guys not to speak.
They didn’t, and neither did the third guy that joined them 2 stations later. Sara was unwittingly putting on quite a show for those 3 guys.
Sara timed her orgasm perfectly, it surfacing just as we arrived at the station before ours. Just as it hit her, her head came up, her eyes opened and she saw the 3 guys.
Of course, she’d already passed the point of no return and she just sat there, shaking, jerking and moaning,
As the waves receded, I looked at all 4 faces. The 3 guys were obviously enjoying the show, and Sara had that usual, satisfied look on her face.
A grin appeared on her face as the waves completely disappeared and she stopped shaking. There wasn’t even a hint of embarrassment on her face and, although her hand moved up from her pussy, she made no attempt to close her knees, or cover her bald and very wet pussy.
I was so proud of her.
As we were walking the last leg of our journey home, I said,
“I think that it’s about time that we started looking for more ways to expose that gorgeous little body of yours Sara.”
Sara gripped my upper arm tighter and replied,
“Yes, this damned working for a living has made us miss out on so much.”
I lowered my arm that Sara was gripping, and just managed to grab the hem of the back of her skirt. I pulled it up so that the whole of her bare butt was on display. I didn’t look to see if anyone was behind us, but it was late at night.
Our love making wasn’t as energetic as it usually was and Sara actually fell asleep whilst I was spooning and fucking her. We’d discussed her falling asleep whilst being fucked and she’d told me that she wouldn’t want me to stop or unload into her, so I didn’t, only stopping after I’d dumped my load inside her.
*****
I resumed where I’d left off when I woke up the next morning, and when Sara woke, her first words were,
“Are we going to the Fetiche Bar this evening?”
Two thoughts crossed my mind. Firstly it would be another opportunity for Sara to show her body to strangers, and secondly, there was a chance that I could watch her getting fucked by strangers.
Those 2 thoughts triggered me to empty my balls inside Sara almost instantly.
As we lay recovering I said,
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Sara asked.
“Yes, we are going to the Fetiche Bar this evening.”
“I love you Dylan Hamilton.”
“And I love you too Sara Thomson.”
We did the usual household chores then mid afternoon we left home to do a little shopping in central London before having a meal then going to the Fetiche Bar.
The shopping was to get a new business suit for Sara. She wanted one with a skirt that wasn’t so restrictive so that the air could circulate around her pussy more. Sara has started wearing a butt plug and a remote controlled vibrator to work when she’s in the right mood.
Of course, with her knee length work suits, no one could tell what she was, or wasn’t wearing underneath but she liked the idea of the vibrator gently reminding her that she has a high libido.
I can also control the vibrator from my phone and I sometimes turn the vibrator up to the max. Apparently, I once did it when she was giving a presentation and she squirmed as she grabbed her phone to turn it off. That evening she told me that it was so embarrassing, but she also told me to do it again sometime.
Back to the shopping, Sara made a big deal of trying on the suits, always leaving the curtains open and letting anyone who passed by see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I just stood back and enjoyed the show.
There were very few people in the restaurant but we still had a bit of fun with me controlling the vibrator and making her cum whilst our main course was being served. The poor waiter gave her a funny look but all he would have been able to see was her pokey nipples on her tank top, her bare legs being covered by her napkin.