Anniversary

It was our three-year anniversary. Bina booked a table in a new fusion restaurant around the corner and asked me to wear my black dress. I could not wait to finish work and head to the restaurant. Every day with her is special, but this one even more.

When I arrived, she was already sitting at our table. We kissed. Kissing her still feels like the first time.
We sat next to each other on the cushioned bench, holding hands.
“Do you wear panties?”
I looked at her.
“Yes.”
“Get rid of them,” she whispered.

When I returned from the restroom, Bina smiled and looked me up and down. As soon as I sat next to her, she caressed my thigh—moving her hand slowly under my dress to not draw any attention. She smiled faintly, pretending to look at the restaurant and to observe the people. She occasionally stroked my labia and I tried to look as unaffected as she did. When the waitress approached, I got a bit nervous, but Bina acted naturally and ordered drinks and appetizers. I marveled at her coolness.
The moment the waitress turned around, Bina leaned over, kissed me, and—her hands still between my thighs—pushed a small object into my yoni. I gasped. I was still puzzling about the nature of this object when I felt the first light vibrations. An egg vibrator?
The waitress arrived with our drinks and appetizers. Bina smiled and I felt the vibrations intensify. A small moan escaped from my mouth and I tried to hide it with a cough. I blushed. Bina put a hand on my cheek and kissed me tenderly.
“Don’t give us away and I’ll reward you at home …”
We raised our glasses in a toast to our love and I felt the pattern of vibrations changing. My vagina contracted. How should I get through appetizers or even worse: dinner? Bina’s hand on my left thigh stroked gently, while I tried to retain my composure and control my breath.
When our dinner arrived, the vibrations changed again and went down a bit. I was aware of my moist thighs and hoped, nobody would notice when we would leave the restaurant.
The vibrations intensified again, sooner than I had anticipated, and I moaned.

“I’m sorry, Fi, but I’ll have to punish you at home,” Bina whispered.