Katarina and I sat on the park bench, a simple shopping bag sitting between us as we watched young and old couples tread by. I looked at her and she noticed, turning her head to meet my eyes briefly before she smiled.
"What's the matter?" Katarina asked, lifting the yellow bag between us, sliding it under the bench as she scooted closer to me.
"Nothing." I responded. "Just thinking is all."
"About what?" She asked, placing a hand on my thigh, gently gliding her palm against my bare skin.
It was near 30 degrees Celsius, far too hot for our usual garbs. I had on white shorts, far too revealing for my own liking, but the soft breeze against my thighs persuaded me otherwise. Katarina wore the same shorts, the only difference was that they were black. It seems that she liked to do that: give me white clothing while she wore black clothing, such I observed when she bought those bikinis. Our outfits were topped off with t-shirts, hers black while mine was white. The sandals aren't even worth mentioning.
"Y'know… stuff." I answered ambiguously, placing my hand atop hers. "Stuff… we could do."
"Oh?" Her smile grew wider, leaning in to kiss me. "Like what?"
"Well…" I reached into the bag she put underneath the bench, pulling out the very same vibrator that brought me feeble just yesterday. "Like this."
"Here?" She whispered as she leaned towards my ear. "Have you gone mad?"
"I believe so." I answered, turning my head to see if anyone was watching, pushing my hands into Katarina's shorts and slipping the toy into her panties.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the remote, turning it on as she stared at me angrily. Ascend… 1 through 10. Done. I turned to her and watched her bite her bottom lip, turning her head before she leaned into the bench seat, attempting to look casual.
"Turn it off." She commanded. "Riven."
"Hmm?" I slipped the remote into my pocket. "What?"
"Turn it off."
"I don't think so." I teased. "Remember when you refused to do the same for me?"
"That was different." She turned to me, a small quiver moving throughout her body as it went up a level. "We were in my house."
"No… We weren't." I pulled the remote out, seeing that the LED indicated she was at level 2. "I came outside and in the elevator. I don't think you own all of that."
"Fine." Katarina gave up, sitting back straight. "Let's get this over with."
"Good." I smiled. "Because you're at 3 now. Besides, this should be a walk in the park, literally."
I stood up and picked up the bag, walking away from Katarina, moving down the cobblestone path as I heard her stand up and race to my side.
"Where're you going?" She asked, folding her arms underneath her chest.
"I wish to go on the swings over there." I pointed, turning to her, smiling at her sweating brow.
"N-now?!" She half-yelled. "Can't you wait?"
"Nope." I responded. "You're at 3. It'll be a few more minutes before you reach 10. I need to kill some time.
"Fine." She gave in. "Let's go on the swings."
I placed the bag down on some sand by a pole, watching Katarina hop onto the swing, gliding in the air swiftly as she stared at the sky.
"I'll be back." I said, walking away. "Watch the bag."
"W-where are you going?" Katarina asked. "Don't leave me here, what if-"
"You cum?" I responded, cutting her off. "That should be no problem, I bet you'll last 'till 7."
I walked away, sprinting across the street and into the public bathroom. Surprisingly enough, it was quite clean. I stared down at the remote, Katarina was at level 4, by the time I get back she'll be at 5.
I walked into a stall, hiding the remote behind a toilet, locking the door before I slid under it, wiping down my shirt before I washed my hands. I left the washroom, moving my head left and right before I crossed the streets, finding myself back at Katarina's airborne side.
"Having fun?" I asked, staring up at her.
"N-no." She stuttered.
"I'm sure you are, don't lie."
"Riven, where am I?" She asked me.
"On a swing, in the park." I teased.
"No!" She yelled, looking down at me. "What level?!"
"I-I don't know." I smiled, reaching into my pockets, pulling them out to reveal nothing. "I think I lost the remote."
She stopped swinging, coming to a stop before she jumped off the swing with her knees trembling as she walked towards me.
"What the fuck, Riven?" She swore at me, grabbing my shoulder to keep her standing. "W-what'd you do with it?"
"Nothing." I smiled, taking a step back, watching her fall on to the sand. "Honest mistake, really. I just lost it."
"Where'd you go?" She asked, looking up at me with a scowl. "Riven!"
"To the washroom." I answered with a haughty smile.
"Take me." She ordered, standing up with weak posture.
"Alright."
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me, walking to the stop light. I refuse to j-walk with her, she'll no doubt get hit by a car in her current state.
"Can t-the light – h-hurry the fuck up?" She trembled, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.
"It's gotta give the cars time to cross the intersection."
"F-fuck the cars! What about me?"
"You can wait."
The light showed a white stick figure and the cars stopped. I took Katarina's hand and began to cross the street, her shaking and quivering body following behind me.
"They're looking at you." I said, watching the people in the cars quizzically stare at my girlfriend. "Keep it cool."
"Fuck them all!" Katarina yelled as we reached the sidewalk. "I don't care."
"You clearly do, otherwise you'd not be wanting to find the remote."
"Shut up. Take me to the bathroom."
"It's just over here." I began to walk forward, pushing a door open, letting her in first before I entered after, locking the door behind us.
She turned her head and surveyed the room, watching everywhere for where the remote could be.
"Maybe it's in a stall?" I called out, walking to her side.
"Er…" She muttered, walking to a stall, pushing the first one open. "Nothing."
She walked to the second one, pushing it open and finding – nothing. Third one, nothing, last one – the door didn't budge.
"Anyone in there?" She asked.
No response.
She looked at me and smiled, sliding under the stall, pushing the door open as it unlocked with the remote in her hands.
I ran to her and snatched it from her hands, staring at it with my mouth wide open.
"7!" I yelled. "You didn't cum yet!"
"Mm…" She nodded, leaning against the counters where the sinks were, biting her lower lip as she closed her eyes, letting out a moan.
She gripped the countertop, her chest heaving as her nipples poked through her top. Should've worn a bra.
Katarina began to moan, perhaps 7 was her breaking point, or she was truly a master at hiding her vulnerability.
"Take my shorts off, please." She begged, opened a single eye to stare at me. "I do not want to get them wet."
"Okay." I nodded, walking towards her, pulling her shorts down, leaving it around her ankles.
After I did so, I heard three harsh bangs on the washroom door.
"Anyone in there?" A voice called from outside.
Katarina's eyes shot open and she stared right at me, tilting her head to gesture for me to answer the voice.
"Yes, sir." I answered. "Janitor in here, got quite the mess."
"Oh…" The man behind the door sighed. "Any other washrooms in the area?"
Shit… I should know – being the janitor and all.
"Yes. If you cross the intersection, there should be a restaurant, just ask and they'll let you use it."
"Okay, thanks!" He yelled, soon I heard his footsteps run down the street.
"Damn…" I sighed, leaning against the wall, forgetting about my girlfriend writhing and supressing her moans – who just happened to let one out.
"Katarina, you're at 9!" I smiled, showing her the LED. "One more to go!"
"Mm…" She nodded, her juices trickling down her thighs, her black panties stained by her excitement.
I walked to her, planting a kiss on her lips, raising her shirt above her head. I took a nipple in my mouth, biting her salmon peak while I placed the remote down, tweaking her free twin with my left hand. She moaned in satisfaction, the vibrator audibly ramping up another level before she pushed me away, shaking on the countertop as she let out a violent scream, her juices surging on to the marble surface.
"Riven!" She yelled, arching her back as she moved to lay flat, stretching her legs while curling her toes in ecstasy.
I turned the remote off and stared at her, watching her chest heave frantically as she panted just as wildly. Her scent filled the room. I guess I wasn't lying about the mess.
"I hate you." She said as she got off the counter top, taking her feet out of the sandals, removing her shorts from around her ankles before she slid her absolutely sullied panties down her legs.
She threw them in the bag I carried with me, shooting me a smile before she raised her shorts back to her hips, slipping her feet back into her sandals before she pulled her shirt back over firm nipples.
"Let's go home." She said, walking to the door. "I need a proper bath."
"Okay." I smiled, picking up the bag, hiding her panties underneath the groceries.
As we walked towards the door, I unlocked it, but before I could pull the door open, her hand slipped behind my back before she harshly dug her right hand's nails into my rear.
"Don't think you get away clean, bitch." She whispered into my ear, squeezing my rear harder, causing me to wince in pain. "I've got something for you at home."