I don't know if I love or hate this.

Emma was promised a very special date by Sebastian. She was instantly intrigued. A real date? In public? They both deemed that too risky until this very moment, but here they were. Kinda.

He told her the name of the location and the address. Café Français, 1-3 Place de la Bastille.

11am and there would be a reservation under Claire's name. What he didn't tell her, it was a cover for one, and he waited at the table next to her, focused on his smartphone.

"Madame, we were told to give you this. You are supposed to read the letter before we take your order, so I will give you a few minutes of privacy before I return."

The young, attractive waiter went back inside the café. Short black curls. A sharp cut face. His eyes were nice too, so deep and dark brown that they almost appeared black. That he had a great ass certainly helped with the whole looks.

A cough from the neighboring table got her out of daydreaming.

Oh, someone is jealous here? Magnifique.

Emma was handed an envelope and a small gift package, wrapped in cute wrapping paper.

She set the package in front of her and smelled the envelope. Amber and musk. A faint note at first, but when she opened it, the scent grew stronger and brought back cherished memories that gave her goosebumps despite the hot summer morning.

She enjoyed the memories for a moment and watched Paris. Her city was lively as ever. Locals and tourists poured across the Place de la Bastille and the Colonne de Juillet.

When she started to read her jaw dropped a bit.

He wants me to do what?

The language was caring. The tone soft. But there was no room for interpretations. The instructions were clear and left her little choice.

"Mon petit chardonneret, welcome to your first special date. Our first alone-together-date.

We can't hold hands and show our feelings openly. The risk is too high. But I found a way to let you know what I want. You. Always and at all times. Even better. I can let you feel it.

The gift contains a toy that is already connected to my smartphone. You will excuse yourself before you order and use the restroom. I know that I do not need to educate you on the use.

I will not allow protest. I know you are not wearing your collar right now but I expect perfect obedience nevertheless. When you return it will be time to order and read the news and latest gossip on your iPhone."

She grew nervous by the thought of being this exposed in those public surroundings with a toy that he controlled up her… she shivered again and swallowed hard.

While she made her way to the bathroom Sebastian ordered a black coffee and a madeleine.

He gave the server a generous tip and a wink.

"Celui qui a des amis n'est jamais pauvre."

Hugo replied with a laugh.

"True, my friend. The one with friends is never going to be poor. But you have to tell me where you found this woman and have they made more?"

Hugo made sure not to linger around too long so none of his colleagues could get suspicious.

Sebastian was pleased with himself and enjoyed his coffee. Emma, on the other hand, was struggling with the decision she didn't really have. Disobeying was not an option and the thought of him being in control of her pleasure while strangers were around got her body excited. A surprising amount of excitement, judging by how easily the toy was sliding into her. Her wetness engulfed the small egg, and when she turned it on, it gave her a little buzz as feedback. That small vibration was so surprising that she yelped.

She rubbed her legs together and tilted her hips forward and backward. The toy sat where it was supposed to be. Making a few test steps. Yes, this won't come out at the worst time. It was actually a nice feeling. Not too full, certainly not the pressure against her walls she felt when she was with Sebastian. She was lucky to say that all of her lovers had more to offer than this, but the emptiness she hated so much when none of them were around was almost bearable with this inside.

All of my lovers … Nathan … Sebastian … Claire.

She had used toys before. He had used some on her before. But never like this. How could such a small piece of plastic and silicone bring her this much thrill?

It was a strange feeling, walking while the toy was inside her, but it was not totally unpleasant.

Would she go through with his idea?

On her way back out, she helped an elderly woman to get off her chair. Good, she didn't know what would happen soon. This grande dame would die of a heart attack.

And when she had to dodge two boisterous children she was relieved that she took enough time to place the toy extra safe, so she wouldn't embarrass herself.

She couldn't really focus on those people because her mind was racing. Should she tell him no? This was overreaching. Unacceptable.

Stepping outside was a bit like running through a wall of heat. The air conditioning inside the café was delightful.

The terrace of Café Français was almost fully covered and all the talking and the traffic produced a soundscape that boasted and screamed "I'm alive. It is a beautiful day. YES, let's do this. Let us be alive!"

I will say non, Sebastian, this goes too far.

She walked straight to her seat without making eye contact, sat down, and sent him a message immediately.

"Hello, mon cher. I followed your instructions like a good girl."

"Yes, you have. Treat yourself with some coffee, some sweet bakery goods and another glance on the waiter."

His response was delivered with a very low buzz of the egg. She almost didn't feel it. Her excitement was still the stronger emotion.

She smiled. This was getting more interesting by the minute. Sebastian was jealous and protective when it came to other men, and now he didn't mind her looking at the twenty years younger server. She wouldn't complain. Black Curly was a tasty thing to look at for sure.

And there he came. Nonchalant. A smile that melted a lot of teenagers hearts. But Emma was not a teenager anymore. Maybe she could have a little fun of her own, he allowed it after all.

"Mademoiselle, you look like a strong coffee. Black and sweet. Complimented with a fresh éclair, these are especially delicious today. Our maestro outperformed himself this morning and the latest batch is still warm."

Oh, a flirty one?

She put on a smile between sexy, seductive, and friendly flirty.

"Yes, I do have a weakness for sweet black treats and I just can't resist a creamyyy—"

Sebastian turned it up to 30%, and this time she really felt it.

"Pardon, mademoiselle?"

Emma caught herself fast and faked a cough so she didn't have to look at Black Curly.

"Excuse me. I mean, I really would like an éclair with my coffee."

She blushed, and her phone beeped. The server nodded and excused himself with a smile and took the order back inside the café.

"Flirt all you want. In the end I am the one who owns both. You and your pleasure."

50%. Emma had to suppress a faint gasp. She could feel the sensation down to her toes. If someone would have watched someone would have noticed that those delicate petite toes curled in her sandals.

"Yes Sir, you are."

The vibrations were delightful. She could feel herself getting wetter and wanting more but at the same time she was anxious about moaning.

After some time the vibrations faded a bit. Sebastian lowered the intensity when her order arrived.

Hugo set a tray with her treats on the table and smiled a moment longer than was appropriate.

"Enjoy your creamy filling."

That was bold. I should honor this with a special tip.

Emma smiled and bent down a little to smell her coffee … and give the server a perfect view of her goods in the light summer dress she chose today.

25%. Emma looked up and into the eyes of Black Curly.

30%. "I will."

35%. "But my man will be here soon."

40%. "And when he sees you smiling like this."

45%. "We are both in big trouble."

50%.

"I am not afraid, but I don't want you to get in trouble. My name is Hugo, by the way."

A final nod. A smile that lingered a little too long again, and he left.

Sebastian set the toy to a wave pattern that alternated on the lower half of the scale. Long delightful waves crushed against Emma's core.

Good thing the éclair was as tasty as promised. Emma would have made that face without a silicone egg shaking up her body from the inside.

But this was the perfect cover for a deeply satisfied moan.

Now it was Sebastian's phone that received message after message.

"Thank you, Sir. This feels so divine. Not as fulfilling as your cock when you take me from behind and the taste, while quite exquisite, is nothing compared to your salty thick seed but I enjoy myself and want you to know that."

Sebastian had to shift on his chair to make sure that nobody would recognize his shaft hardening.

Emma knew how much it turned him on when she got naughty, when she used lewd language and moved like a bitch in heat.

And now she used that against him. God, he loved that woman. He gave her one sharp spike to 80%.

It made Emma nearly jump off her chair, and she had to take a quick glance around if anyone noticed.

"Darling, are you fine?"

An old lady a few tables across from Emma asked.

"Oui, I just got scared by a bee. Allergies."

She waved her hand dismissively. Fortunately, the long wave pattern was back in use.

By the time she finished her coffee and the sweet treat, some sweat had formed on her forehead, and that was not the only place that got wet. Riding those waves left her pussy dripping by the time she swallowed the last bite.

"Your man has not shown up, it seems. But fortunately, my shift ended."

It was Hugo again, standing there with a small folding chair and a cup of ice cream and two spoons. He made himself comfortable at Emma's table without being asked.

"Wha...what do you think you are doing here?"

The toy unleashed.

The hit came hard, and Emma twitched. Hopefully, Hugo took it as being startled.

"You will be a good girl and share that ice cream with him, after all you were stood up by your 'man', but you don't need your own spoon, do you?"

Emma stared at her phone while the vibration returned to a comfortable level.

A short reply.

"As you say, Sir, but don't complain if I leave with sweet Black Curly here. You got me really horny by now."

"Looks like he is busy doing something boring again. Why did you bring two spoons?"

Hugo smiled.

"I hoped to invite you for ice cream."

Emma looked at him like he had said something stupid, but took a spoon anyway just to drop it on the cobblestones.

"Like I said. Why two spoons?"

Hugo was obviously baffled and looked a bit stupid with the spoon in his mouth, not moving.

Emma smiled seductively, reached for the spoon, and put it in her own mouth. The vibrations rolled between 75% and 90%. It was mimicking Sebastian's cock when he was deep inside of Emma and moved only a few inches back and forth. Something she enjoyed a lot. The moans that came should have been fake because it was only ice cream after all but they were not.

Hugo regained his composure.

"My oh my, look what we have here. Don't be so greedy."

Now it was his time to take the spoon from Emma.

"Tell me what you think your man is doing that is more important than you are? If I were him I wouldn't let you sit here all by yourself. Too many handsome servers in Paris that could steal my woman."

The silence from Sebastian could only be interpreted as permission to continue the flirting.

"He is probably handling some heavy machines..."

a spike to the maximum and then to a long, slow wave pattern that alternates over the whole range.

"...or enjoying one of his other stupid hobbies."

Emma's mouth gaped open for a moment when the needle stung her and Hugo had to swallow hard.

"Emma..."

100% and steady. She had to claw at the table.

Why does he know my name? The reservation was under Claire!

"...I would take you home with me but my good friend Sebastian over there wouldn't take too well to that, don't you think? But sharing my ice cream was a very special moment for me."

He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

Her thoughts overlapped each other.

This... salaud.... planned this?

The constant buzzing in her panties made it hard to think, but there and then she could feel Sebastian behind her.

Please end my suffering. I need you to release me.

She could smell his eau de toilette before a hand fell on her shoulder. The other on her chin.

"Emma my love, I don't want to wait and suffer any longer."

His body was vibrating in a different way than hers but he was affected as she was. Sweat on his forehead. Pupils dark and enlarged. He stole a kiss. Deep. Lasting. He gave her the stage for her release without exposing her to everyone, only Hugo knew what happened. Emma let loose and moaned into Sebastian's mouth.

The orgasm was fueled by the frustration that she had been played. The excitement because Hugo watched her cum. And the people, the caring old lady, the loud children, the tourists, the locals, whoever needed a coffee at this time of the day, all of whom suspected nothing.

Sebastian's tongue kept dancing with her own in her mouth.

Salaud.... I still love you.

"Merci, Hugo, for keeping my woman entertained while I was handling this heavy machine. And for you, dear, let's go home."

The next sentence was whispered into her ear while he helped her walking away. Her legs were at their limit and without the support of Sebastian she wouldn't make it home.

"When we arrive at Claire's place, I will give you part two of your alone-together-date."