No Panties and a Vibrating Butt Plug

Sonia crossed her legs under the crisp white tablecloth of the elegant downtown bistro, the soft silk of her little black dress whispering against her bare thighs. At twenty-eight, she knew exactly how the fabric clung to her hips, how the hem rode just high enough that any shift might flash the smooth, bare lips of her pussy to anyone who looked too long. She had shaved it completely that afternoon, razor gliding over every fold until the skin was like satin, nothing but a faint sheen of arousal already starting to gather between them. No panties. Not even a thong. Just her wet cunt open to the air under the dress while Julius, her thirty-year-old boyfriend, sat across from her nursing a glass of red wine and studying the menu like he hadn’t already decided on the steak.

She leaned forward, elbows on the table, cleavage pressing against the low neckline, and whispered so only he could hear over the low murmur of the crowded restaurant. “Baby… I’m not wearing any panties tonight. My pussy’s completely bare. Smooth as glass. I can feel the cool air licking right up into me every time I move.”

Julius’s fork froze halfway to his mouth. His dark eyes flicked up, locking on hers, and she watched the flush creep up his neck. He loved this—loved the idea that other men might catch a glimpse, that she was dripping and exposed right here among the suited businessmen and their dates. Cuckold heat already stirred in him; she could see it in the way his throat worked as he swallowed.

“Jesus, Sonia,” he muttered, voice thick. “You’re soaked already, aren’t you? Sitting there with that shaved little slut pussy just… available.”

She parted her lips in a slow smile, tongue flicking out to wet them. “Mm-hmm. So wet. I keep thinking about how easy it would be for someone to notice. That waiter who seated us—he looked right at my legs when I sat down. What if the tablecloth shifts? What if he sees how shiny I am between my thighs?” She uncrossed her legs deliberately, letting her knees fall open a few inches under the cloth. The movement sent a fresh trickle of slickness down her inner thigh. “I want them to know what a dirty girl I am for you. How I walk around with my cunt out so any man could theoretically slide his fingers in if he got close enough.”

Julius’s hand tightened around his wineglass. Across the room, a pair of well-dressed guys at the bar glanced their way; Sonia caught one of them staring at the curve of her calf and gave a tiny, private roll of her hips that made her bare lips kiss together wetly. The friction was delicious. She was already swollen, clit peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.

“You’re killing me,” Julius said, low and rough. “Knowing you’re bare like that… thinking about those assholes looking at what’s mine and maybe wanting a turn. Fuck.”

Sonia’s teasing grew bolder. She scooted her chair closer to the table so the long cloth draped fully over her lap and his. Underneath, she parted her thighs wider, the dress riding up until the cool restaurant air kissed her open slit. She reached across, took his free hand, and guided it slowly under the edge of the tablecloth. His fingers brushed the soft skin of her knee, then higher, along the tremoring muscle of her inner thigh.

“Play with me,” she breathed. “Right here. Stroke my clit while all these people eat their fancy dinners. I want to feel your fingers on my bare pussy and know they have no idea how close I am to coming.”

Julius didn’t hesitate. His hand slid higher, cupping the smooth mound first, palm pressing against the hot, hairless flesh. He groaned under his breath when his middle finger dipped into the slick folds and found her completely bare—no barrier, just slippery heat. He rubbed along her slit, gathering wetness, then zeroed in on her clit. The swollen little pearl throbbed under his pad as he circled it slowly, deliberately.

Sonia’s breath hitched. She bit her lower lip hard, eyes half-lidding as pleasure sparked outward from that concentrated touch. “Yes… just like that. God, Julius, your fingers feel so good on my shaved cunt. I’m dripping all over your hand. Can you feel how wet I am for the idea of other men seeing me like this? For them wondering what’s under this dress?”

He rubbed firmer circles, then pinched her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it. Sonia’s hips twitched; a soft moan slipped out before she could catch it. Nearby diners glanced over—an older couple, a solo businessman nursing scotch—but she only smiled sweetly at them and kept talking under her breath.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. Make me soak your fingers while I think about how slutty I am. No panties, legs open, letting my boyfriend finger my clit in public because I love knowing it turns you on to share the view.”

Julius’s breathing had gone ragged. He worked her steadily, two fingers now sliding down to dip just inside her entrance, scooping more cream, then dragging it back up over her clit in firm strokes. The wet sounds were faint under the tablecloth, masked by conversation and clinking silverware, but Sonia heard every filthy little squelch. Her thighs trembled. She gripped the edge of the table with one hand, knuckles white, while the other stayed under the cloth to hold his wrist in place, urging him deeper into the rhythm.

“I’m close already,” she whispered, voice shaky with need. “You’re going to make me come right here if you keep that up. My bare pussy is throbbing… fuck, Julius, harder on my clit. Imagine if one of those guys came over right now and saw your hand buried under my dress. They’d know exactly what kind of dirty little exhibitionist I am for you.”

He groaned again, openly now, and rubbed faster. Sonia’s orgasm built like a wave—tight heat coiling low in her belly, clit pulsing under his relentless fingers. She fought to keep her face composed, smiling at the waiter who appeared with their first course, but under the table her hips were rolling shamelessly against Julius’s hand. When the waiter left, she parted her thighs even wider, dress hiked almost to her hips beneath the cloth, and let a longer moan vibrate in her throat.

“Don’t stop—please don’t stop. Make me come for all these strangers who don’t even know.”

Julius pinched her clit again, then flicked it rapidly with the pad of his finger. Sonia shattered. Her cunt clenched hard, a rush of fresh wetness flooding his hand as the climax ripped through her. She bit down on a cry, body shuddering in her seat, thighs clamping around his wrist for a second before she forced them open again so he could keep stroking her through it. Juice slicked his fingers, dripped onto the chair cushion; her smoothly shaven lips fluttered and pulsed around nothing, greedy and empty.

She was still trembling, aftershocks fluttering through her core, when Julius slowly withdrew his hand. He brought it above the table just long enough for her to see the glossy sheen coating his fingers, then licked them clean with deliberate slowness, eyes locked on hers.

“Christ, you’re a mess,” he said, voice dark with lust and that familiar cuckold edge. “Dripping all over the seat like the public little slut you are.”

Sonia smiled, flushed and glowing, still catching her breath. “Your public little slut. And I’m still so empty. Still so open.”

That was when Julius reached into the inner pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small black velvet pouch and slid it across the table into her hand under the cover of the cloth. Sonia’s fingers closed around the cool, firm shape inside. She knew instantly what it was—the flared base, the tapered bulb, the slight weight of the motor.

“Surprise,” he murmured, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Remote-controlled vibrating butt plug. I want you to get up, go to the ladies’ room, and push this deep into your tight little ass. Get it seated all the way in. Then come straight back to the table. I’ll have the app ready on my phone. We’re going to finish dinner with that thing humming inside you while every man in here walks past without knowing my girlfriend’s ass is stuffed full and vibrating on command.”

Heat flooded Sonia’s face and cunt all over again. She squeezed the plug through the pouch, feeling its smooth silicone curves. The idea of standing up with no panties, walking across the restaurant with her freshly fingered, dripping pussy on display under the short dress, then locking herself in a stall to lube and stretch her ass around this toy—it made her clit throb anew.

“Yes,” she whispered, already sliding her chair back. “I’ll put it in deep for you. Stretch my hole and come back so you can turn it on whenever you want. Make me squirm right here in front of everyone.”

Julius unlocked his phone, thumb hovering over the app icon as she stood. The dress settled against her bare ass and bare cunt; she felt the residual wetness cooling on her thighs as she walked, hips swaying just enough that the hem flirted with danger. Several pairs of eyes tracked her—men at the bar, the waiter, even a woman who looked twice. Sonia kept her chin high, knowing Julius was watching every step, already hard under the table thinking about the plug that would soon be buried in her ass and the remote that would put her orgasms completely under his control for the rest of the night.

She pushed open the restroom door, heart pounding, the velvet pouch clenched tight in her fist, and stepped inside to prepare herself exactly as he had ordered.

Sonia locked the stall door behind her, pulse hammering as she hiked the little black dress up around her waist. Cool tile pressed against her bare ass when she sat on the closed lid. She tugged the velvet pouch open and spilled the sleek black plug into her palm—smooth silicone, tapered tip flaring to a thick bulb, base flared wide enough to keep it seated. A travel packet of lube came with it. She tore it open with her teeth, slicked the toy generously, then reached back with two fingers first, spreading her own wetness from her dripping shaved pussy up to her tight hole. The muscles fluttered under her touch. She pushed one finger in, then two, scissoring gently until the burn eased into heat.

“Deep,” she whispered to herself, remembering Julius’s order. “All the way in.”

She positioned the tip against her rim and pressed. The tapered head popped past the ring of muscle with a soft give; she exhaled, rocking down onto it, feeling every inch stretch her open. The bulb thickened, forcing her to bite her lip against a moan as her ass stretched wide around the widest part. Then it slid home, the base settling flush against her cheeks, the neck locking it inside. Full. So fucking full. Her empty pussy clenched hard around nothing, juice running down her thigh. She stood carefully, dress falling back into place, and checked herself in the mirror over the sink—flushed cheeks, bright eyes, no outward sign that her ass was stuffed full of a remote-controlled toy. Only the faint pressure and the secret knowledge.

She walked back through the restaurant with deliberate steps. Every shift of her hips made the plug nudge deeper, a constant reminder. Julius watched her approach, phone already in his hand, screen glowing with the control app. She slid into her seat, thighs pressed together at first, then forced them open under the tablecloth so the cool air kissed her bare, dripping folds again.

“It’s in,” she murmured, voice husky. “So deep. My ass is stretched around it. I can feel every heartbeat throbbing against the base.”

Julius’s smile was pure dark hunger. “Good girl.” His thumb tapped the screen.

The first low buzz hit like a secret electric current. Sonia’s eyes widened. A soft, steady vibration hummed deep in her ass, right against the sensitive walls, sending shivers straight through to her clit. She gripped the edge of the table, nails whitening, and forced a smile as the waiter reappeared with their entrees. “Thank you,” she managed, voice only slightly breathy. The man had no idea. Neither did the couple two tables over or the businessmen still lingering at the bar.

Julius kept the setting low while they pretended to eat. Sonia tried to cut her fish, but every tiny movement jostled the plug, and the vibration never stopped. Her bare pussy throbbed in time with it, lips swollen and slick, clit aching for more contact. She squirmed in her seat, pressing her thighs together hard, then opening them again when the pressure only made it worse.

“Look at you,” Julius said under his breath, eyes glittering. “Trying so hard to act normal while that thing’s buzzing in your slutty little ass. Everyone can see you fidgeting. They just don’t know why.”

He thumbed the intensity up one notch. The hum deepened, stronger pulses rolling through her. Sonia’s breath caught. A soft whimper escaped before she could swallow it. She clamped her jaw, smiling tightly at a nearby diner who glanced over. Her free hand disappeared under the tablecloth, clutching Julius’s thigh for anchor. The vibrations traveled straight to her empty cunt; she felt fresh wetness spill onto the chair seat, soaking the silk of her dress from the inside.

“Julius—fuck— it’s so much.” Her voice cracked on a whisper. “My ass is pulsing. I can feel it all the way in my stomach. My pussy’s dripping down my legs. People are going to notice if I start shaking.”

He only grinned and dialed it higher. The plug kicked into a relentless, throbbing pattern—strong pulses that made her inner walls flutter helplessly. Sonia’s hips jerked. She gripped the table edge with both hands now, knuckles bone-white, shoulders locked rigid as she fought to stay still. The bare, smoothly shaven lips of her cunt were swollen and shiny; every vibration forced another trickle of cream to slide down. Her clit throbbed in neglected sympathy, hard and exposed under the dress.

A group of well-dressed men walked past their table on the way to the bar. One of them—Reid, from the look of the tailored suit and the lingering glance—let his eyes drop to Sonia’s cleavage, then lower to where her thighs shifted restlessly under the cloth. Julius noticed. His cock twitched under the table at the knowledge that another man was looking at the woman whose ass he was currently vibrating on command.

“He sees you squirming,” Julius murmured, voice thick with cuckold heat. “He has no idea my girlfriend’s got a plug buried in her tight hole and I’m the one making it buzz. Come for him, Sonia. Come right here so he can watch you fall apart and never know why.”

He slammed the intensity to high.

The plug roared to life, a fierce, unrelenting buzz that rattled her core. Sonia’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. Her whole body locked. The dual sensation—deep, merciless anal vibration plus her completely bare, dripping pussy open to the air—detonated her. The first orgasm slammed through her like a punch. Her cunt convulsed hard, empty and greedy, squirting a fresh gush of wetness that soaked straight through to the seat. She bit her lip bloody trying not to scream, shoulders shaking, eyes glassy as she stared straight ahead at nothing. A strangled whimper still slipped out. Nearby diners turned. An elegant woman two tables over—Simone, dark hair, sharp eyes—raised an eyebrow at the flushed, trembling blonde gripping the table like she might fly apart.

Julius kept it going. He didn’t let the intensity drop. The second climax chased the first almost immediately, rolling through her in hard, humiliating waves. Sonia’s thighs trembled violently under the cloth. Her bare ass clenched rhythmically around the buzzing plug; every contraction only made the vibrations feel sharper. Juice ran freely now, coating her inner thighs, dripping audibly onto the chair. She was panting, soft broken sounds escaping with every breath, face scarlet with the shame of coming so publicly, so helplessly, while her cuckold boyfriend watched with open, filthy delight.

“That’s it,” he whispered, thumb hovering but not yet easing off. “Look at you falling apart. Everyone’s wondering what’s wrong with the pretty girl in the black dress. They don’t know her shaved cunt is dripping and her ass is stuffed full of my toy. Come again. Let them see you shake.”

A third orgasm ripped free, longer, deeper. Sonia’s vision whited out for a second. She folded forward slightly, forehead nearly touching the table, body racked with shudders she could no longer hide. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered, empty hole clenching as hard as her plugged ass. Tears of overwhelm pricked her eyes. She was a soaked, quivering mess—dress clinging to damp thighs, chair cushion ruined, the plug still hammering away inside her stretched hole. Julius’s face was pure dark rapture; he was hard as iron watching her struggle, loving every second of her public ruin and the knowledge that other men were witnessing the aftermath without understanding it.

Only when her final climax finally crested and broke—leaving her slumped, trembling, breath coming in ragged gasps—did he thumb the app to off. The sudden silence inside her felt almost as shocking as the vibration had. Sonia whimpered at the loss, aftershocks still rippling through her used holes. Her bare pussy continued to drip; the plug stayed buried deep, base pressing against her sore rim.

Julius calmly pocketed the phone, signaled for the check, and leaned in close enough that only she could hear. “We’re leaving. Straight home. I’m going to bend you over the bed, pull that plug out slow, and then reclaim every quivering inch of you—ass and cunt both. You’re going to tell me every filthy detail while I fuck you. How the plug felt when it first went in. How hard you came in front of all these strangers. How wet you got thinking about them looking. Every shudder, every drop. I want the whole story for my cock.”

Sonia nodded, wrecked and glowing, already gathering her purse on unsteady legs. As they stood and he steered her toward the door with a possessive hand at the small of her back—plug still snug inside her—she was already scheming the next time: a crowded gallery opening next month, same plug, same remote, only this time she’d wear a shorter dress and let Julius invite Reid from the bar to stand close enough to smell her arousal while the vibrations forced her to come again and again in plain sight.