My little sister turns dinner into public masturbation
Her panties were hanging off the drying rack except for one pair that was laid on the top shelf. This one bulged at the clit and at the gusset. On closer inspection it was clear that the clit contained a bullet vibrator and the gusset a short plastic cock. I smiled to myself; Rennie had always been a dirty girl. Before heading out to dinner, I noticed that this pair was gone. I checked both her panty drawer and the sex toy box only partially slid under the bed but those panties were gone. Her work clothes and her damp lace panties were in a pile in the bathroom. I found Rennie in the kitchen wearing a silly blouse that seemed to fall in such a way as to show off her massive cleavage. She was also wearing tight jeans, not something she usually does as a bigger girl. I thought I noticed a bulge where her clit ought to be but perhaps I'm just projecting.
Each time she sat down it seemed to make her smile and take a deep breath to get settled. It surprised me that such a small cock built into her gusset would have such an impact on her, although her tastes are mostly lesbian with a little cock sprinkled in from time to time.
The restaurant turned out to be more of a bar with all of the loudness one would expect. I thought this had to be by design. As soon as we sat down, she headed for the ladies room. She came back as if nothing was different.
Dinner was poor but Rennie kept her composure and what little conversation was possible was uneventful. Afterwards she was in a hurry to go. After I got in my car, we talked for a while. All pretenses gone, she was clearly riding the dildo and vibrator now. She was bouncing and grinding hard against her leather seat. Her face often contorted and twisted. At some points she held onto the steering wheel for support, at others her left hand slipped away.
We talked for 45 minutes and she just kept writhing while talking about the most mundane things. It seemed completely natural to watch her masturbating like this. I was already over an hour late getting home and our aunt expected her long ago. Even as she drove off, she was still smiling and bouncing.
She didn't cum in front of me although she'd been close the whole time.
When we were teenagers, we had an everything but penetration relationship. I spent hours eating out her subtle, delicious pussy. Wed fool around several times a week, often with one of her girlfriends. She taught me that women are horny, lustful things: a fact that has served me well in the intervening years.