Wearing it to dinner

Sara and I were in our mid-twenties and had been dating for about 5 months. We had a pretty active sex life and had recently been getting more comfortable exploring our sexuality with each other. We started playing little teasing games, where we would try to let our orgasms build up as much as possible before release.   Before we had sex we would do things like watch TV bottomless for an hour, or take turns watching the other masturbate on the couch without being allowed to touch ourselves.   We had fun together, and would spend the night at each others apartments 3 or 4 times a week.   We would have sex either in the evenings before bed or in the morning before work, sometimes both depending on how horny/tired we were.   We both loved masturbating, watching, and being watched.   We would masturbate almost every night when we were not together and would often masturbate in front of each other instead of having sex.   When masturbating together her favorite was to have me cum first so that she could use my cum as lubrication while she climaxed (although she didn't need any more she already was a very thick dripper and would squirt when she had an intense orgasm). One morning I woke up and thought I was having a wet dream, but instead she was licking the tip of my cock with her tongue.  Apparently I had a hard-on that was sticking through my boxers and she decided to wake me up with her tongue (which was an amazing way to wake up I highly recommend it). After she licked me for a while,  I ended up masturbating onto her pussy. As luck would have it, as soon as we both were coming down from our orgasmic highs, her dog started scratching at the door to go outside. She adored that dog so she immediately threw on some panties and sweat pants to take the dog out.   When she came back to her apartment she had a smile on her face and said she felt dirty and needed to shower again. I laughed and asked why. She walked up to me and opened the front of her sweat pants and panties, I looked down and saw her pussy was still covered in my cum. She had already showered that morning before I woke up, but was warming up the water again to rinse off. Giving me a devilish look she said, I am going to be late, but I really cant go to work with your cum squishing around in my panties, Ill never get anything done For the better part of the next two days I was the one who didn't get anything done and could not stop thinking about her holding open her pants to show me her cummy pussy. I just kept thinking about her walking around outside feeling my cum rubbing between her legs as her panties clung to her pussy like glue. Really just wanting to bring it up, I texted her apologizing for making her shower again and making her late for work. She texted me back:   Actually, now I regret that shower, I kind of wish that I had worn you to work! That made me go crazy, and gave me a really hot idea for our teasing games. The next week we made dinner reservations to go out, and told her I would pick her up from her apartment. I texted her earlier that afternoon asking her if she wouldn't mind wearing a skirt as I had a plan to spice things up for the evening.   After some protest in me withholding my plan from her, she agreed to wear the skirt.  When I got to her place she opened the door and started gathering her purse and jacket to go to dinner.   Flirtatiously she posed for me in her skirt and asked if I was ready to go.   Her roommate was in the living room so I made up an excuse to get her into her bedroom first.   She knew that I was trying to get her alone and as soon as she closed the door to her room we started kissing against it.   Thinking that I wanted a quickie under her skirt she started reaching under her skirt and pulling down her panties.   She looked dumbfounded when I asked her to leave them on, but she loved to be teased so she played along and pulled them back up.  I proposed a deal that I would give her the hardest orgasm of her life when we got back from dinner, if she would agree to watch me masturbate without touching herself.   She crossed her arms while giving me a look of protest as she asked, What makes you so confident you can deliver me the hardest orgasm of my life?   As I unzipped my pants and started to pull my dick I explained, Well, because I withheld from masturbating for the 3 days, and spent the better half of the afternoon edging myself so I could cum really hard for you right now, and I know how much you like to see me cum, so its going to be hard to have seen such a massive orgasm and not think about it the entire time we are at dinner, but you also are going to lean against the bed, lift up your skirt around your waist and open your panties as I cum all over your pussy. After that you are going to close your panties, pull down your skirt, and go out to the restaurant with your pussy marinating in panties that are full of my cum.   You will be feeling my cum in between your legs for the next 2 hours and it might squish around, or leak out, or dry on, or just keep your pussy really damp, but every time you move an inch it will be pretty hard to think about anything besides how your pussy is covered in cum and subsequently how badly you want to cum yourself.   And since I am coming now, I will be able to rock you as hard and long as it takes to make you orgasm until your body shuts down. Her jaw dropped a little and she paused, I could tell that I had either gone too far or she was still imagining it in her head.   As she still stood with her arms crossed I had already started stroking it in front of her, now not knowing whether to continue or stop.   She finally let out her devilish smile that simultaneously made her adorably cute, and irresistibly hot.   Fine, lets see it! She then followed my plan as she leaned against her bed, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and held her panties open waiting for me to masturbate on her. I loved looking at her in general, she was a regular size woman with authentic womanly curves, but her pussy was perfect.   She had a little mound that I can only describe as perfectly plump, and I remember it was completely bald and smooth from being freshly waxed. As she playfully tried to sneak her pinky in to her panties in an attempt to rub her clit, I shook my head no, and she gave me a pouty grin.   I was almost at the point of coming when she said my name then looked me in the eyes and said, please baby, please cum all over my pussy, please.   I then had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life, as I shot stream, after stream, after stream, all over her pussy.   I remember that I shot with so much force that I could actually hear the cum splattering as is hit her pussy and splashed all over her crotch. (She later said that it felt like someone was shooting her pussy with a squirt gun.) It felt so amazing, and her pussy was absolutely drenched in cum.   Out of breath, I milked ever drop onto her mound and into her panties.   After I was completely finished she held her panties open for a min and we both were looking at her completed cum covered pussy as if we were inspecting it.   She closed her panties and you could immediately see cum bubbling through the fabric. I reached for a tissue to wipe up the cum that was dripping down her thigh and around the back of her knee. She stopped me before I could wipe it up saying, its ok, leave it, it will dry. She then told me not to move, went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth, and came back to clean my penis and hand (best girlfriend of all time). She was noticeably flustered leaving the apartment, so much so that when we got to the car she realized she left her purse in the house.   Then retrieving her purse, her roommate even asked her if she was ok, and she said she was just having a blonde moment, but she clearly could not concentrate with her panties being soaked with my still hot fluid.   As she sat back down in the car she paused and looked at me. Can you smell that? People are going to know! she said, we both laughed and she was right, I could smell the distinct smell of cum. I reassured her that it would be harder to smell in the restaurant and the smell would fade by then. We went to dinner as if everything was normal. Throughout the night she had flustered looks on her face as if there was an itch she could not scratch. While sitting at the bar waiting for our table she kept whispering in my ear how it felt. She could not tell if she was still wet from my cum, or now hers, or both, but said her pussy was burning hot like it was in a cum sauna.   Right after our entrees had arrived she texted me across the table I might orgasm at the table if you don't get the check soon, I teased her that I really wanted to try their dessert special, and she texted me again, if you do, I swear to god I will go masturbate in the car and never speak to you again, this time she didnt crack a smile so I think she was serious  Either way I wasn't going to find out. In the car on the way home she said what made it even worse was that as air would drift from under her skirt she caught what she described as blissful scents of my cum still present on her pussy.    As soon as we got on the highway she put her foot on the dash lifted her skirt and sunk her fingers deep into her crotch.   She made a gasp almost as if she had been holding her breath the whole time.   I told her she better not cum without me, and she could only murmer drive faster.   Fortunately she managed to hold off another five minutes until we finally got back to her place and I was able fulfilled my promise from earlier in the evening.