SoloPlay by Miranda Baker

mirror with her legs spread and her feet braced on the wall, fingers busy between her legs.
    The heavyset, ringed man’s eyes glanced off Alisa, skated away, returned to his date.
    “Good girl,” Mark said.
    She cleared her throat, tried to breathe evenly. It would be better if she didn’t rush it. She focused on Mark.
    His jaw was tight, mouth set, blue eyes blazing. He wasn’t looking at the remote in his hand. He was looking at her. Intently. As if she were the meal, not his untouched steak. As if he would like to eat her. She wanted that. She wanted him to eat her. She wanted his mouth on her pussy. She wanted him to suck her, fuck her with his tongue. The hungry, raw look on his face transfixed her.
    Alisa’s imperceptible rocking motions lodged the small vibrator more deeply in her vagina. Her body arched. A small whimper escaped from her throat. She knew she was going to come any minute. Even if he stopped the vibrations, her own subtle grind would carry her over the edge.
    The next blast went on forever. She fought to sit still and silent while her pussy exploded with wave after wave of pleasure. She was coming and he knew it. His desire fed her orgasm. She couldn’t look away from his eyes.
    Peripherally, she saw Mark do something quick and complicated on the remote. She wasn’t coming down. She could barely keep from screaming. What was he doing? A thread of panic heightened the pleasure, took her higher. Alisa felt the murmur of electricity surround her clit, the hum of vibration building inside her body. Again.
    Her nostrils flared, teeth clenched against a groan. Mark’s eyes were avid, eating up every sign of her arousal as she fought not to betray them. A quick, hard throb in her ass sent her reeling over the top again, higher, harder than before, one single gasp tearing loose from her throat, a guttural groan of swallowed exhilaration.
    The waiter was approaching their table. Mark leaned forward. “If we were alone, I would bend you over this table and fuck you. Would you let me to do that?”
    “Is everything all right, sir?” The waiter stopped at their table and looked worriedly at their untouched plates.
    Mark smiled calmly. “Everything is perfect. Would you wrap these to go? I think we’re all done here.”
    “Certainly, sir.” The waiter swept the plates off the table.
    They were alone again.
    He looked at her expectantly.
    Alisa downed the wine in her glass. “I want…I need…excuse me.” She fled to the ladies room.
    Alisa desperately hoped that the back of her dress was not stained with her own moisture. Thank God she’d worn black. It was a synthetic material, and with the way she was dripping, she was afraid she’d have cream down to her ankles before she made it to a stall.
    She needed a moment to regroup, dry off and assess the damage.
    Damage to what, she wasn’t sure.
    Why couldn’t she answer his question? Tell him that, yes, she wanted him to bend her over, take her any way he wanted, fuck her hard, make her come, use her until she passed out. Why couldn’t she speak the words out loud? What was she afraid of? It wasn’t like he was going to say no. He’d asked the question, after all, and he wanted her help with DoublePlay.
    Alisa examined herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed, hair tangled in back from where she must have rested her head against the banquette for a moment.
    Unbelievable. She was getting wetter just thinking about the way he had looked at her. His gaze had been merciless, like she was a butterfly pinned to a tray. He had looked hungry, like a starving man at a banquet. Crystal had watched her orgasm countless times, but she had never gotten the feeling that Crystal would eat her alive if given the chance or that the space between them served to protect her.
    Alisa shivered.
    The door to the bathroom opened. She quickly ducked into a stall to dry off BodyVibe.
    When Alisa came out, the elegant, older blond woman was washing her