92 — Public indecency

I fidget restlessly, breathing deeply while the dildo vibrates inside me, and I look around, relieved that my moan has mixed in with the loud music, but it doesn't last long because my skin is prickling, every inch of it seized by an icy sensation that makes me shiver.
My trembling hands reach for the mocktail, and I swear my body is as cold as the glass. I drink the whole thing in one gulp, which surprises the people around me, who believe there's some alcohol in it, but I just want to relieve my dry throat and forget this feeling.
But,*huh... Damn.*
I can't.
I close my eyes tightly, slamming the empty glass on the table and leaning back against the couch. I hug my body, trying to control the desire that's consuming me, but it's in vain because the sensation is so good that I catch myself letting out a hot breath through the gap in my lips.
"Are you all right?" Cathy asks fearfully, but I don't dare open my eyes and face her. I don't even dare move; any movement, no matter how slight, could make things really ugly because now I'm getting wet, and the dildo is moving inside me.
"Y-Yes..." I force myself to answer, swallowing the moan that threatens to escape.
*I'm going crazy.*
Cold shivers are crawling up my skin while warmth spreads through my chest, down my belly, and settling between my legs. It's such a contradictory feeling... But there's a throbbing need inside me, and I'm not talking about the dildo that keeps vibrating dangerously close to my most sensitive spot.
I open my eyes slowly, keeping my eyes on the crowd, the unfamiliar faces in the darkness. I look around for Julian, my heart beating so fast and wildly that I wouldn't be surprised if it ripped through my chest and jumped out.
Hah, I feel so exposed, more than when I danced in my lingerie on that round stage. Maybe I feel this way because Julian is watching me from somewhere, amused that I'm so horny and wet that the pink egg would slip out if it weren't for my panties.
But even though I search desperately, I can't find him...
Honestly, I'm losing my mind.
I'm on the verge of madness...
So, I try to think of something else.
The other people in the group seem more interested in my excessive and suspicious movements than in Tyler and Grace, who are so intimate that they seem ready to go somewhere more private.
I'm not entirely okay with prolonging this too much. I don't think it's fair to use someone's feelings, but if Grace has used mine, she doesn't seem to care about it-
My phone buzzes, startling me, and I reach for it desperately, having to move my hips… But I regret it immediately because the dildo touches exactly where I feared it most... And I can't help moaning, with my whole body shuddering from the heat that has come over me.
I cough, bringing my hand up to my lips, trying to disguise it, but my moan seems to have reached Tyler's ears. He looks at me in surprise and confusion, and his eyes are intense while studying my flushed face.
There's so much pleasure overwhelming me that I'm surprised no one has noticed what's happening here.
I give him a shy smile as I retract my hand and lower my eyes to the screen of my phone, to those damn messages from Julian,
**[From the look on your face, you've been a good girl and kept it inside you...]**
**[Pretend everything is fine and enjoy the dildo in front of everyone].**
**[Have fun thinking about me].**
Is he crazy?
I look around again anxiously, my heart beating even faster, searching the crowd.
Now, I'm sure Julian is here, somewhere, watching me from afar, somewhere in the shadows of this club of important people… And damn, knowing that he is watching me in such a situation makes me even hornier.
I was already on the verge of sanity when he pushed me against the closet and gave me just a taste of what I adore the most. But feeling him so little before wasn't enough; the adrenaline and fear of being discovered made me hallucinate, and I almost gave up on coming here...
Now, I have something vibrating inside me, soaking wet by such public indecency.
*I think I've really become a pervy.*
"Are you sure you're all right?" Cathy asks again, drawing my eager eyes and making my body shudder; this makes the pink egg fit a little deeper, rubbing against the sensitive spot, vibrating so deliciously good that my skin is prickling and my eyes are almost rolling back.
My lips part, and another short breath escapes with a moan.
"Yes, just a bit..." I take a deep breath, holding my phone tightly, anxious, my heart beating fast, and I swallow hard, expelling off this lie — "Drunk."
I return my eyes to the message, typing quickly and impatiently:
**[Turn it off.]**
The message is quickly viewed, but I find no reply. This makes me even more anxious, and I press my knees together, trying to ease some of the chills that are taking over my body.
But then, instead of him answering me or interrupting this torture, the dildo vibrates even faster, making me gasp.
I close my lips tightly, but a grunt reverberates in my throat.
Throwing my head back, with my back squirming on the sofa, I press my legs even more, rubbing my thighs together... But that doesn't relieve anything. Even if I roll my hips under this table, the pleasure just increases and makes me crazy.
I take a deep breath, biting the inside of my cheek hard, using physical pain to give a little reason to my wavering mind... However, it's the phone vibrating again that brings me back a little sanity. I grab it, anxious as if the new message could save me...
However, only anger spreads through my chest, like this damn heat fogging my mind, because Julian doesn't intend to turn off... He wants me to go all the way.
**[You know, your flushed face really gives away how much you're enjoying this... you're making me horny].**
I let out an annoyed, anxious, and frustrated grunt. My body is reacting so much that I'm actually losing my mind.
Even if I keep looking for Julian, I don't see him anywhere... This plays with my expectations; it overwhelms my senses. Under his hungry gaze and wicked intentions, I feel like prey in this darkness, surrounded by unknown people and loud music.
It's like Julian is cornering me, leaving me in a situation that, even if uncomfortable, leaves me hallucinating, so reactive that I find myself unable to deny it, resist it — or dislike it.
One more message attracts my attention and brings down my burning eyes, so wet that they almost burst into tears of contained pleasure...
**[Why are you holding on, babe? You never do that when I'm touching you.]**
*Hah, I'm really, really losing my mind.*
The pleasure is getting closer to my body, sneaking through the shadows of this club, spreading across my skin in the form of a shiver. And I try not to think about my inner walls squeezing this damn dildo, how my whole entrance is vibrating and giving itself away...
But my breathing is short, quick... I don't know if I can disguise what's happening anymore. My eyelashes are wet because I'm trying my best to suppress the inevitable, and my sealed lips can no longer contain the noises I'm making, the moans that reverberate in my throat, unable to reach anything beyond my own perception.
The loud music, the voices around me...
The red lights that barely illuminate my surroundings...
And the proximity of people I have no intimacy with but pretend to...
*Everything makes me want to scream.*
Closing my eyes hard, I tilt my head, straining my throat while an overwhelming wave of pleasure hits my body, chilling every inch of my skin with an icy sensation that carries me away.
I rub my legs together, so wet and slippery that my panties are soaked, shivering so much it's like a sudden, intense cold seizes me...
N- No way, *am I really cumming in public…?*
I try so hard to stop, but it's impossible... I'm reaching such a strong orgasm that I'm shaking, and all this sensation is intensified and prolonged by the dildo that keeps vibrating, torturing me, depriving me of reason.
My lips part, and a low cry escapes, unable to stay trapped in my throat... The fingers digging hard into my dress make me lift it, but I don't care about decency — there isn't any left in me anymore.
I open my eyes slowly, trying to reach for my phone to beg Julian to stop... *Oh gosh, I need him to stop...* But then I meet Tyler's gaze, his eyes sparkling with a perverse understanding that leaves me embarrassed and, surprisingly, even more sensitive.
But our brief eye contact doesn't last long; he soon turns his attention to Grace, touching her face with his big hand and hooking his fingers behind her neck, bringing her closer...
And just like that, Tyler kisses her hungrily, so quickly that I'm surprised... but this doesn't seem to arouse the interest of anyone around.
For a moment, I almost forget the real reason we're here. We want Laura to see us together. We're trying to arouse her jealousy, shift her focus to Grace, and prove our theories. But a kiss, I really didn't expect... especially one like that.
I take a deep breath, finally noticing that my entrance is no longer vibrating... my breathing is short, and the pleasure of orgasm still relaxes me, but the dildo has been turned off.
A new message catches my eye and makes my heart skip a beat,
**[Good girl.]**
This message suddenly urges me to take this thing out. I don't know when Julian will turn it back on, and I'm already too sensitive from just one orgasm. I can't take it anymore.
I get up to go to the bathroom, but soon, in the first step, I realize I'm so wet and slippery that my soaked panties haven't stopped the pleasure from dripping down my inner thighs.
Even so, I force myself to walk quickly, uncomfortable, exposed, feeling like *a real pervert.* My legs are weak, and now I really appreciate taking Julian's advice and putting on thicker heels. There's no strength to resist a fall if they falter now.
I move so fast that I cross the club, heading for the ladies' room, and try not to look around, fearing that someone will notice how much my expression gives away what I've done...
But then I bump into someone, straight into a solid chest. Firm hands quickly grab me around the waist, keeping our bodies so close that only an inch separates our clothes.
I don't need to raise my eyes to know who this alluring cologne belongs to, and I would recognize this body even blindfolded.
It's impossible to mistake this firm touch that sets my skin on fire every time it touches me.
"Where do you think you're going?" Julian's voice chills my skin as if my insides were still vibrating... "I don't remember allowing you to take it off."