Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress

... of fun.

“I’ve got something for you both.” They were smiling as I reached into my handbag but, as I put them on the table, they stopped laughing, as it quickly dawned on them what they were.

“Do you like them?”

They glanced at each other, just briefly.

“Are they what I think they are?” said Becky. I nodded.

“Put them in, girls, and we’ll have a bit of fun.” Again, they looked at each other and then back to the table where the two brand-new, fully charged, remote vibrators were waiting.

“Here?” said Eira.

“Yes, here. Now.”

Becky and I watched as Eira quickly picked one up and, after quickly looking around the bar, her hands disappeared under the table. It took a minute or so, and after a wiggle or two, and a little gasp or two, her hands reappeared, without the vibrator.

“Your turn, Becky.”

Becky looked considerably more concerned and, even after she had looked around the bar several times, she looked worried.

“Can I go to the Ladies’ and do it?”

“Yes, you can, But please be quick,” and off she went, the vibrator just visible in her hand. Eira and I waited patiently for a few minutes and then we watched Becky walk back towards us, just slightly awkwardly, as we both giggled.

I waited until she had settled on her chair. Becky and Eira were looking at each other nervously when I clicked on the app on my phone. “Device 1” and “Device 2”. I wondered who was wearing Device 1, and I turned it on.

Becky

Fucking hell! I didn’t know how much ...

... longer I could take this. And looking at Eira, I think she was close to collapse. At that exact moment in time, she had her elbows on the table and her head in her hands, her hair hanging over her face, and her breathing heavy. The neck of her dress was loose, and I could see her gorgeous milky breasts almost in full view. But I think she was past worrying about that.

Suddenly she looked up, and I realised she was very, very close. And I realised what I must look like too. How I hadn’t orgasmed yet was unbelievable, but every time I approached the very limit of what I could bear and my orgasm was on the verge of letting fly, Emma would ease off, and my body would slowly and almost painfully pull back, leaving me in a state of utter sexual frustration.

And I was worried, genuinely worried. Please don’t get me wrong, the last hour and a half had been the most incredible experience, and I knew that when my orgasm did finally explode, it would be mind-blowing. But I have a problem. Whilst I knew this was bound to arise, I could not let it happen here, in this bar, in front of fifty people. No.

Emma had turned Eira’s vibe down, and I could see her gradually gain control, obviously having been so close to her orgasm. Her breathing was heavy, her breasts rising up and down and, as she straightened up, she brushed her hair away from her face. She was flushed and hot, and I wanted her.

Her dark, hard nipples were now clearly visible through her dress, but she didn’t care, ...