Chapter 2

Understanding my dilemma, she coaxed me to go ahead. “Don’t worry. I assure you, you’ll love it.”

I tentatively looked around and saw two other girls sitting on similar stools, laughing and chatting amongst themselves.

With silent nodding between the bartender and hostess, I now had two ladies motivating me to go ahead.

Without seeming to chicken out, I hesitantly moved forward to sit on the stool.

At the right moment, the hostesses’ hand appeared behind me to ensure the tail of my dress was out of the way, removing any layer between my pussy and the tube.

It was obvious, and I had no option but to nest the tube between my pussylips, else it would be a weirdly uncomfortable seat for even a minute.

Before I sat on the tube, my dress was pulled back just in time. Immediately on touch down, I felt a warm tubular length find the groove of my pussy. The tube itself was warm and firm, and its surface was smooth.

The beautiful hostess touched my shoulder and asked if I was comfortable and that she had to reach the reception, leaving me in the company of the bartender, who seemed to know already what I wanted, and offered me a drink without taking my order.

As soon as I sat, I had this urge to adjust myself sufficiently and discreetly to ensure the tube was nestled along the pussy’s length. I did that ever so slowly until the length was embedded between the length of my pussylips.

I nodded an appreciation towards the bartender and said, “merci.”

She smiled back a pleasant “welcome” and moved ahead to her chores.

As soon as she turned, I moved my left hand under my dress and adjusted the pussy lips further to envelope the tube, horizontally between the lips. I touched the material to understand the texture but gave up, feeling awkward with my hand under the dress.

Apart from the apparent purpose of the saddle, a palpable difference was the warm feeling that it sent up through my pussy. It was not too hot, definitely not cold but just mildly warm. The position surprisingly was comfortable given that I was sitting on a saddle for the first time in my life, that too with a bare pussy.

I picked the drink and absorbed the environs. The saddle seat could turn on its pedestal, and I turned it around to soak in the surroundings. Barely a few feet from me, a group of girls were dancing and, not surprisingly, were way-too-close to each other; only one couple had some respectable distance between them.

Girls dancing with one-another were not alien to me, especially in a lesbian club. I had seen hundreds. I kept looking further and found on the far side of the room, set along the wall, were about seven-to-eight semi-circle tables with approximately four-to-six person sitting. All the tables were full.

I looked up, and the high ceiling gave a clear indication that there was another floor to this establishment.

I kept turning around and saw well-lit stairs on another end of the hall I was in. By the time I was full circle, the bartender was in front of me, free from her chores, catching up with me.

She asked, “This seems to be your first visit here?” Not really a question, gathering from my inquisitive swirl around, she figured.

‘Yes.” I didn’t know how else to respond. My first drink finished faster than it should have, and she happily refilled it without asking.

“You are very beautiful,” she offered.

Appreciating the compliment, I said, “well thank you. You also look great.” The bartender had a slightly wry smile on her face as if she had heard this before, and she was used to the compliments.

The tube lining my pussy was warming up, I don’t know — if it was my body heat or from some of its internal mechanism, but I was certain it was warmer than when I had initially clasped it between my pussylips.

In front of me was a half-globe shaped object, the other half of which was embedded inside the bar top. That it was a control of some kind, I was certain because it had characters on both ends.

The bartender saw me eyeing the control, and before I could ask what it was, she chose to demonstrate.

She raised her hand on the half-globe and centered her palm on the globe. As soon as she twisted her hand to the right slowly, the tube under my pussy started buzzing very lightly. The connection was established. She slowly turned her hand almost all the way to the end, by which time the vibration inside my pussy was hard enough to throw me off the saddle.

Thankfully she chose to keep it on the high mode for only merely a couple of seconds, but long enough to drive me crazy. She smiled wide on seeing my reaction, and her face showed a content smile she enjoyed every time she introduced the control, live, to first-timers on the saddle.

My drink was all but forgotten; I was playing with the control for I don’t know how long.

As I excitedly worked the control, leaking profusely now, two girls sitting at the bar — a couple of saddles away from me — joined me.

“Hi” the blond, younger one offered first.

“Hello,” I responded headily, smiling wider than I should have.

The senior of the two, a brunette, did not volunteer a greeting but just nodded, her arm around the young beauty.

Even as I was chatting with the pair, a few minutes later, the beautiful hostess came up to me and offered, “Colette, your table is ready.”

I was disappointed to lose my saddle, and even more than that, I was embarrassed to leave a wet trail of sticky goo on it.

Before I got up, I ensured the girls were bid adieu. As soon as they turned, I got up and picked a tissue from the bar to clean up what I was leaving behind.

The beautiful hostess volunteered and said, “Please don’t worry, Colette, we have a system here, and it takes care of hygiene in everyone’s interest.”

Oddly enough, I was not embarrassed about wetting the saddle while waiting for my table. The superb French wine I had, did loosen me somewhat, but more than that free-flowing juices must have contributed to my light-headedness.

The beautiful hostess had a way about her that made me very comfortable. Her hand again found mine, and with fingers interlocked, she led me to the table. This was the girl who had her hands under my dress less than an hour earlier, I reminded myself.

She escorted me to the farthest end of the room towards the tables along the wall; I was given the center from the row of seven tables. The semi-circle sofa itself could accommodate six. I would have probably not have looked down on the sofa lining the table, had the beautiful hostess not held on to my hand, providing me with some resistance as I moved forward to sit down.

To understand why she was not releasing my hand, instead of letting me go on to sit, she silently spoke with her eyes and signaled towards the sofa.

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. The sofa was made of a red shiny leather kind of material. The sofa itself was partially hidden by the table, but it was bright enough for me to absorb what lay in front of me.

The six-seater sofa in semi-circle shape had two kinds of cushions, laid in alternate. A simple cushion, which seemed plush leatherette, and then one with a nub of about three inches raised upwards towards the ceiling, it was about a little less than two inches in girth. Its function was almost blatantly clear — It was a tiny dick.

I could either choose to sit on a normal cushion, or I could move to the one with a tiny dick. Having experienced the saddle at the bar, I was almost sure this one would do wonders inside the pussy as well.

Without much ado, I slithered in and took the seat with the dick, two cushions in, away from the public view. I looked up towards the beautiful hostess, who was beaming with delight at my choice. She wasn’t judgmental but glad about my decision. Her hand left mine only when I was sitting, and before she let it go, she bent down a little and pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it lightly before releasing it back to me.

As soon as she left, I was squirming to find my comfortable position. The tiny dick was high between my thighs, almost touching my pussylips. I looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was paying attention to me. No one was.

I kept looking around consciously before taking my right hand under the table and up my skirt, eventually touching both my wet pussylips and the nub. The texture of the nub was smooth yet firm; I only had a tinge of disappointment with its size but was happy with the gadget’s placement.

I guided the nub inside my lips as if it were a man’s. It held firm, and eventually, I had to adjust my butt to yield it inside. Moments later, the nub was placed about three inches inside me, and on their way back up, my fingers caressed my clitoris, getting a whimper from my throat.

Conscious of not trying to finger myself in a public place, I kept both my hands on the table, knowing very well the waitresses or servers would obviously know where I was sitting and with what inside me.

I wondered would it be possible for me to eat or drink while having a tiny dick inside of me. ‘Well, we will know soon,’ I told myself. If it happened, this would indeed be my first time.

I waited for a waitress to come and offer me a menu. I had little interest left in food, though. My interest was to try and somehow call the beautiful hostess to guide me where the controls were for the dick inside me.

As if reading my mind, the dick inside me started working itself. A small hum told me it was vibrating, and seconds later, I was in no doubt that it was growing.

The hum was basically a motor of some sort beneath the sofa; less than thirty seconds later, the dick had grown to a good seven inches inside me. It wasn’t vibrating or doing anything, at least not yet, but it made me fall back on the sofa, and my hands involuntarily covered my pussy from above the dress. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone on the tables on either side of me because of the high back of the sofa.

After the dick settled to a seven inch inside my pussy, I realized it had expanded in girth as well, reasonably.

I was juicing the sofa in full flow now. There was no way for this surreal experience to keep my voyeuristic desires suppressed.

When the dick was high inside of me, my bum grinding on its own. I tried to control the movement as much as I could, but my pussy had its own mind.