The Cafe: Second Serving
It took a while before I spotted my prized display item back in its original location. Accompanying it were two additional items that had vanished.
Despite my best efforts, I never got the chance to witness her steal these, even with my eagle-eyes constantly watching.
Much like before, I immediately picked up the note when I noticed it lying there. My anticipation grew as I sat down to read the narrative left behind by this mysterious woman. Although I didn't know her name, I decided to call her "Ms. Black" since she always ordered black coffee.
After my initial sip, I immersed myself in the story:
Ms. Black:
I'd brought along a briefcase for this task, heavier than I anticipated. It was capable of holding many items. Inside were a sundress, some locks, a portable sex machine, and some sunscreen?
The directions were quite clear: "Make sure the enclosure is fully charged before you start. Then find a spot with plenty of sunlight where you don't mind sitting for a while. I chose a park bench close to a coffee shop I enjoy.
Bystander: "This girl is terrible with choices! Picking the park beside her favorite coffee shop!"
The second section of the instructions and the predicament began to take shape.
I opened the briefcase and inside was a portable sex machine. I'd never seen one before but was pleasantly surprised. Already wearing the sun dress with no underwear, I began setting up the machine. It was surprisingly fast to assemble, and I greased up the shaft using some provided lubricant. I could tell what was happening next.
My bench had gaps wide enough for the phallus to fit between but still cover me. I was happy with my arrangement, if not for a diagram showing the same setup. I was ready for the final instructions in part 3.
It began with a simple command: "Edge yourself once to get warmed up." The spot I was at received minimal foot traffic, making this simple enough. I lifted the dress provided and started to get excited. I could feel arousal building as I ground against the shaft, nearing the edge. I decided to rush through the rest of the setup. I removed the 5 blue pads and some electronic bike locks I had earlier. I was fully aware of their purpose, but I'd come this far.
I strapped the pads around my thighs and waist. I was now trapped on the bench. The first lock was concealed under my lower dress, and the waist lock secured me in place. All that remained were the four pads, each with a wire that magnetically attached to my machine below me. They were labeled: thigh 1, thigh 2, nipple 1, nipple 2.
"Ah, these are those shocking things! I believe they're e-stim."
I assumed I'd be tortured while I was here, even though it wasn't my cup of tea. As I sat helplessly, the instructions continued.
I put the pads on and connected each wire. The bench now looked like any other girl enjoying the park bench. The "on" button was something I could tap with my foot, and the last instruction read:
"Start, and get free in time."
Hmmm, this left me curious, but I enjoyed uncovering this ordeal. When I hit the button, I heard a faint hum and felt a single, deep thrust into me. I guessed that's what was happening. However, it stopped just as quickly, leaving me confused. I thought I would be fucked for hours, begging it to end, but that's not what I got. In fact, the E-stim hasn't even started. I reviewed the note to ensure I didn't miss anything. No, there was nothing else. Just some sunscreen that I had forgotten to apply.
I applied some sunscreen to my arms, legs, and chest, trying to avoid bumping the wires. In the process, I accidentally exposed my breasts slightly more than I intended, revealing the nipple pad. The hum returned as I was abruptly penetrated yet again.
As I took it inside me for the second time, I finally realized the meaning behind this "Sun" dress, the "Sun screen", and the "Sunny" spot in the park - they were all hints! Upon closer examination, I saw these weren't e-stim pads but flexible solar panels.
The phrase "free in time" suddenly struck a chord. Knowing about locks, I understood that they could be unlocked if a signal was sent. But it was unclear how or when this signal would be transmitted, and the only effect I seemed to have was providing power through the pads I held.
In an attempt to change my situation, I resolved to put my pads in a position that would receive sunlight. This meant exposing myself on the bench. As I did so, the fucking machine started to operate at a slow rhythm, the low hum gradually filling my ears. The sounds of nature began to fade, and I became more enthralled with the pleasure it offered me.
I got comfortable and exposed my breasts to the sun. Sure enough, the machine picked up speed, pounding me so intensely that there was no way out. I started to squirm, as my first orgasm was near at hand. Desperately trying not to accelerate my own demise, I somehow managed to drop the hem of my dress and position myself with my hands by my sides. I was desperate for release.
As the machine crept closer towards my orgasm, I started letting out moans. The chirping of birds around me gradually faded as I became lost in a world of instinctive moans. My orgasm was nothing short of overwhelming, and despite trying to hold on, it robbed me of any chance to escape or savor it. The thrusting continued at a lessened pace for a while longer. It appeared that it still had some charge left. I tried to relish the small shudders it left in me, but I was unable to fully enjoy it. I remained on the bench, unsure of how to escape.
I considered simply removing the pads and letting them receive sunlight continuously. However, this would ensure constant stimulation and no reprieve from the machine. With each thrust, I was getting dangerously close to becoming one with it.
User: Apparently, the machine would only work where the pads were initially placed, and it wouldn't function on areas with sunscreen.
Why was I still thinking? I could just expose my breasts to the sun and try to get a break from the machine. I rose up slightly, fortunately without seeing anyone, and let the machine take me once more. But as I did, a thought struck me. What sort of time restriction was there? I was in the throes of passion and my thoughts were muddled. I lifted my dress one last time, ensuring that it would be my last excursion, and succumbed once more to the pulling machine.
With the sun high in the sky, the fucking machine was becoming increasingly loud in my ears. I was being subjected to ravishing fucks with no breaks. The deep pleasure was becoming so intense that I was on the verge of losing all control. The sensation of cumming became even more intense and powerful. I wasn't sure how many orgasms I had at this point, but I knew I was close to my breaking point. It was then, as I thought I was about to cum for the 23rd time, that the machine slowed to a halt.
I looked at my bonds, only to discover that they had become even tighter. I hadn't quite finished, yet I couldn't continue either. However, there was one thing I could do. "Free in time" must have been about timing, not just waiting idly. I checked my pads and noted that they were already bathed in light. I shifted my gaze upwards to the sky, ensuring my body was fully exposed with my hands by my sides.
However, the sudden presence of clouds made my heart skip a beat. I had not expected this before. The rays of sun light that tickled my pleasure gates were now blocked by the cloud cover. The machine had disappeared, and I was denied my well-deserved pleasure. I was in agony, being denied an intense climax that my body was craving.
I watched the sky and prayed for a break in the clouds. Finally, a small opening appeared. The gentle hum of the machine could be heard once more, along with my own moans. My eyes fixed on the sky, I exposed myself fully to the sunlight while the machine worked its magic. Before me lay an opportunity to truly experience what it meant to "be free in time."
I clutched onto myself for as long as possible until I eventually had to cover my body. Dripping with sweat and still having power left in the dildo, it continued thrusting within me as I watched three women, seemingly friends, walk by at a snail's pace. The dildo slowed down at the edge of its deepest thrust, while I experienced the intensity on the brink and waved at them nonchalantly. I couldn't conceal the guilt any longer, and I experienced another orgasm with the dildo buried inside me, completely stationary this time and giving me a brief squirt. The noise of my fluids hitting the ground drew one of the women's attention, and she turned around. There was no way for me to hide the expression on my face then, mid-orgasm and relieved to have momentarily found release. I even abandoned my attempt to keep my thighs and breasts hidden so quickly.
My orgasms were now increasing in intensity! I scrutinized the park and skies, hiding myself under clouds and revealing myself in the sun, and adapting to passersby's presence.
I observed that the dildo had been thrusting faster with time, making me think I was doing something right and potentially freeing myself eventually. With each orgasm, I lost control of my body, unable to see my surroundings. Without warning, a man jogging by approached and I was unable to conceal my actions. Thankfully, he seemed more engrossed in his run than in the girl with her legs spread wide on the park trail. However, his visit was short-lived, as an older man walked up the trail, slowing down as he came closer.
I observed he was studying the newspaper in his hand, surprised by that habit in this era. It was still midday, and the overcast sky and trees wouldn't offer enough time for me to finish. Could the sun set before I did? Would I stay on this bench all night? Would I ever have freedom again? Would this man leave? My thoughts ran wild as I analyzed my situation.
One thing was sure: if I didn't act soon, I'd be stranded on that bench for much longer. The thought took hold and my hands started moving on their own, lifting my dress to let the sun warm my skin. The little hum started up at a slower pace once more, and I prepared for another intense encounter. I had no idea someone was this close to me, and as the stranger walked towards me, I prayed he wouldn't recognize what was going on and instead start reading his newspaper. He slowed down before sitting across from me, clearly more interested in his reading than in what I was doing.
I knew he wouldn't want to be interrupted, but I needed to act quickly. If I didn't, I'd be in this position for a significantly longer time. The idea entered my mind: "Do it, he won't notice". My hands moved slowly to lift the dress, exposing my skin to the sun's warmth. The dildo re-started its swift rhythm, and it was impossible to ignore the sounds it made so close to my companion. Slowly, the orgasm built up, like an unstoppable wave about to crash. The joy was immense and I could no longer focus on anyone else's presence.
1, 2, 3...
Fuck! I came intensely, shaking and covering my mouth. Pure exhilaration.
I had finally reached my goal, and the excitement filled me. I exposed my upper body tentatively, hoping he found his newspaper more intriguing than my situation. My nipples experienced the warmth of the sun, increasing my sensations as well as my multiple orgasms. I appreciated my visitor's company now and accepted their presence as a part of my pleasure.
I tried to be as subtle as possible, making sure the visitor didn't sense anything unusual. I hugged my body and muffled my moans, but I couldn't stop the noise entirely. Too lost in the moment, I lost all sense of myself as each orgasm faded into the next. Focusing my gaze on the stranger, he appeared increasingly curious, but I was too wrapped up in my own enjoyment to worry about him.
But the noise of my motions became too much, and my presence caught the attention of a new stranger peering down the trail. Her eyes widened in surprise at my uninhibited actions. I couldn't help but let out a surprised, "Eep!" making it clear what I was doing. Locking eyes with the stranger, my body still convulsing from the orgasm, was humiliating. I struggled to cover myself as the other guy looked at me with understanding.
The sun started to set, and while the dildo didn't stop thrusting entirely, the headway provided me some relief. I secured my legs and breasts once more and lowered my head, shamed at the two sets of eyes watching me. The old man who had joined me on the bench had his own questions. If those locks hadn't secured me in place, I would've long escaped the scene. [I] 182
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd been completely caught off guard and embarrassed by my own actions. The stranger hadn't moved yet, still confused by my show, as I looked up towards the sky, making me feel even more awkward. The clouds became more menacing, with the sun disappearing fast, and the trees blocking the view soon. My last hint of sun was right now, with fifteen minutes or so left. Worse still, I had an audience.
I was in a dire situation. Naked under my sundress, I had no choice but to strip down. The machines had me captivated, pounding me relentlessly. Every moment felt like hours, with nothing but shame. Should I keep my clothes and stay overnight or expose myself to a stranger? My decision was made quickly.
"Fuck it!"
I couldn't help myself. I pulled my sundress up, exposing my stomach and desperation. I was in a state of bliss, despite the embarrassment. But the machines were unforgiving. Their frequency increased, filling me with pleasure after pleasure, leaving no time to recover. My eyes remained closed, as I tried to avoid the idea of it lasting longer than necessary. Feeling high on these vibrating machines, my shame was forgotten.
Soon, I realized my spectators stared in awe at the spectacle. I mustered all the strength to open my eyes. Their amazement only heightened my excitement. I was drenched in sweat and at the peak of my pleasure, ready to squirt, but the machine was relentless. It slowed down and paused, leaving me in agony. I felt the vibrations building, my orgasm was imminent.
Suddenly, the machine woke up with a click. I was free, but the sight before me was horrifying. My clothes were ruined, and my emotions torn. I gathered my belongings and left, my head low, shadowed by shame, ridden with the memories of my experience.
Practice:
The shop was about to open, and I had to read the note again. Curious, but leaving no room for error, I realized she'd found a device that did more than just check for sunlight. It also tracked the weather and time. It would have eventually given her her freedom, but she enjoyed the psychological games.
I knew if she was pleased with this, the next two would be even more thrilling. I noticed a line forming outside, indicating it was time to get back to work. I replaced the letter, hoping she'd return for more than her regular stuff. [8] The intensity 9, creativity 9, and fun 8.
Shopkeeper:
I couldn't help but stare at the note left behind. I knew Ms. Black had gone to the park for a walk and read the note. The device in the box was more advanced than I'd imagined. Not only did it check the sun, but it also considered the weather and time. She must have loved the mind games.
As the shoppers arrived, I wondered if the next two machines would excite her any more than this one. Surely, she would return for more than just her regular delivery. [9] Intensity 9, Creativity 9, Fun 9.
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