My friend makes me orgasm so hard in a cafe by using remote control toy – Lust 2
The cafe was bustling with the usual lunchtime crowd, a cacophony of clinking cups, chattering voices, and the hiss of the espresso machine. Amidst the hustle and bustle sat a young woman, her heart pounding beneath the prim blouse and pencil skirt of her professional attire. Little did the oblivious patrons know the secret source of her nervous energy – a tiny, vibrating egg nestled deep within her most intimate folds, teased to life by the deft fingers of her best friend lurking across the cafe.
Yumi and Minji had been inseparable since college, bonding over shared dreams, inside jokes, and a mutual love for pushing boundaries. Their mischief had graduated from silly pranks to more…intimate adventures in recent years, explorations of pleasure and power that left them panting for more. Today’s escapade promised to be their most audacious yet.
Minji sat at a corner table, sipping a latte as she surreptitiously aimed the sleek black remote at Yumi. The advocate twin peaks vibrating through the small device made Yumi’s breath hitch. She crossed her legs, trying to look nonchalant even as her cheeks flushed and toes curled.
The humming intensified, cycling against her G-spot with relentless precision. Yumi bit her lip to stifle a gasp as the first ripples of climax began to crest. The thrill of public play, of maintaining composure mere feet from discovery, sent her arousal soaring.
Just as the pleasure approached its peak, Minji mercifully cut the vibrations. Yumi slumped in her seat, pulse thundering, thighs trembling as she fought to catch her breath. She shot her friend a rueful glance. Minji simply smiled knowingly over the rim of her mug.
The teasing resumed on the walk back to the office, with Minji skillfully berating Yumi’s composure. She would click a button, timing the jolts to moments when they brushed past co-workers in the hallway or stood shoulder-to-shoulder waiting for the elevator. By the time they staggered into the darkened conference room, Yumi was a quivering, desperate mess, folds soaked, brain hazy with lust.
Minji smashed her to the carpeted floor before the massive Jumbotron that usually hosted Powerpoint presentations. Her friend’s cool hands pushed up Yumi’s skirt and yanked down her soaked panties with singular purpose, revealing her pulsing, ripe sex to the darkened room.
“Tell me how badly you need to come,” Minji rasped, deft fingers skimming through Yumi’s slick folds.
“Please…I can’t stand it anymore…touch me, make me come!” Yumi panted, cocking her hips in desperate need.
Minji plunged two fingers deep, pumping them hard and fast. The other hand found Yumi’s aching clit, rubbing firm circles. Yumi howled, nails digging into the mat, spine arching as she rutted against Minji’s thrusts. The room filled with the vulgar sounds of her arousal – wet squelches, high-pitched cries of ecstasy, the slap of flesh against flesh.
Pressure spiraled in Yumi’s core as her climax gathered like a firestorm. With a keening wail, she shattered, back bowing, hips jerking as rapture poured through her molten veins. Minji worked her through it, crooning praise to her dazed eyes until the aftershocks faded to a deliciously spent thrum.
“Was that good enough, darling?” Minji purred, withdrawing her slick fingers. She licked the digits clean, savoring her best friend’s honeyed taste. “Or do you need more?”
Yumi reared up on wobbly arms, hair mussed, blouse torn at the collar, a vulnerability and urgency in her eyes that never failed to slay Minji. “More,” she whispered hoarsely. “Always more.”
And so the decadent dance continued, a swirl of teasing touches and commanding whispers in the shadows, a satisfying culmination to a day spent in the bright light of the world. For in each other’s arms, Yumi and Minji could let down their respective professional facades and just…be. Wantonly delighting in forbidden pleasure, discovering new depths of connection, bathing in the heady freedom of simply existing as two women – and friends – in thrall to desire.
