DIY Was Never Like This!

But how was Lucy going to stop her fine sheath dress from showing the damp patches she would undoubtedly get when sat down for lunch. I was about to find out, as we set off in Fen's car.

"Lucy, lift the back of your dress whenever you sit down, we don't want to stain the dress now, do we." Lucy climbed in to the rear seat next to me and as she sat down she slid her dress up so that her fantastic, glowing cheeks were briefly on view before coming into direct contact with the car seats. Lucy had a look of pain and pleasure on her face as the recently spanked flesh touched the seat, and she struggled to find a comfortable way of sitting. Fen must have just tweaked the control as Lucy sat down as she jerked and gasped before composing herself again. I was absolutely rock hard, my cock was straining against the confines of its latex prison as I sat beside Lucy. The pull of the suspenders reminded me just how vulnerable I was, but the slinky feelings it gave as the stockings moved sent shivers down me. Fen set off and the rest of the journey was uneventful. We arrived after about 30 minutes, the conversation was on anything except what the day was about and for all the world as if this was a normal lunch. Then Lucy and I had to get out and walk to the restaurant door.

I felt as if all the eyes would be on us, but as we entered, could see it was a quiet place and everyone was going about their ordinary business. As Lucy had left the car I could see the damp patch clearly visible on the seat where her juices had been freely flowing. The butterfly was doing its work, and Lucy must have been very close to cumming, but she was walking as if nothing was amiss. She did attract some interested glances, mainly from the waitress, as we were led to our table away in a corner. Lucy was clearly aroused, her nipples were very prominent against the fabric of her immensely sexy dress, and she raised her eyebrows when she caught sight of the waitress coming towards our table. Fen leaned in to me and whispered, "Witness to the Meg Ryan moment." We seated ourselves without any further comment (though with Lucy again discreetly sliding up the rear of her dress to enable her bare cheeks to hit the leather of the seat) and the waitress, who's name badge said Lisa, took our orders for drinks without really making eye contact and left.