Tonight would be our last night at the hotel. And I kept wondering: what would we do? How would our bodies unite tonight. But before I would find out, we would go to dinner. I laid the clothes out on the bed when Bina came from the bathroom.
“Oh, no. Here is what you’ll wear, Fi.”
I watched while Bina opened her suitcase and rummaged through the contents until she found a flimsy, translucent black dress.
“Put this on,” Bina commanded.
I was surprised, but didn’t object. When I began to put on my lingerie, Bina cleared her throat. I looked at her and she shook her head.
“No underwear, Fi.”
When we arrived at the restaurant, I was a bit relieved, a bit disappointed that it was dark and we sat in an almost private corner on cushions on the floor.
“You look stunning.”
“You look stunning, Bina. I feel ridiculous.”
“Don’t. You are the hottest woman in this room. And now, touch yourself.”
I swallowed. Bina smiled. I looked around the restaurant. As always, I was sitting with my back to the wall. I could see everything and everyone. But so could everyone see me.
I drew a deep breath. I was aroused, but also afraid. She had done this before, during our anniversary. But this time, it felt even more daring.
I slightly spread my thighs. Casually, I let my left hand rest on my lap. Again, I looked around. No one seemed to care. My fingers found my wet yoni. I pushed a finger into my vagina, pulled it out again. I circled my sweet spot. The fear, the situation, Bina looking at me aroused more than anything else I had ever experienced before. I kept stroking, circling, pushing one, two fingers deep into my yoni. I wanted to moan, but I knew I couldn’t. Bina leaned it and whispered.
“Come.”
And I did.
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