After having ordered a couple of chicken salads, Brooke smirked at Jenna as they waited at the same table they’d shared dinner at last night. This time a single small vase of the special flowers sat in between them on top of a long white tablecloth, its scent flowing into their lungs with each breath. Her massage from earlier had made Jenna’s nipples stand at attention, poking through the front of her dress. Jenna’s face still had faint remnants of a blush, showing Brooke that her mind was still in the gutter, right where she wanted it to be.
“So…” Jenna broke the silence, idly playing with the tips of her hair. “Got any fun plans for us after lunch?” She took a sip of water from her glass, then set it back down on the table. She tried to cross her left leg over her right, but her diaper kept her from doing just that. She tried again, then gave up.
“Oh, I might have a few ideas for tonight…” Brooke smirked as she let her mind run wild, thinking of all the dirty things she wanted to do to Jenna. “But for now…” She glanced around to make sure they were alone, then slipped her foot out of her shoe before she lifted it up to press against Jenna’s diaper. She let a sly grin slide onto her face as she felt Jenna’s legs clamp around her foot, the tips of her toes pressing into her soggy diaper. “Have you ever fantasized about me?” she asked.
“I, uh…” A door in the far corner of the room opened, revealing Mia bringing their lunch.
Brooke ignored the waitress, though she still lowered her voice. “Have you ever masturbated while thinking of me?” she asked, kneading the front of her friend’s diaper with her foot. As Mia approached, she lifted her pointer finger to her lips and with a wink, whispered, “Shhh…”
Jenna nodded, her face burning red.
“Alright ladies, here are your meals!” Mia said as she placed the food in front of them. “Do you need anything else or are you good for now?”
“We’re great, thank you!” Brooke said as she glanced up at her for a second. She looked back down at Jenna and smirked. “Do you need anything?” she asked as she doubled her efforts under the table.
Jenna did her best to bite back a surprised moan. Brooke’s toes pushed the warm soggy padding against her flower in all the right ways, though it was never enough to push her close to the edge. “N-No thanks!” She cleared her throat and tried to calm down even just a little bit. “Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Everything looks great!” she said, trying her hardest to ignore Brooke’s foot spreading her pussy with the warm padding. A little bit of pee tickled her as her diaper thirstily absorbed it, making her wonder if she just came in front of the waitress and her new girlfriend.
Mia shot her a funny look but said nothing about it. “Very well.” She placed a little bell on the edge of the table. “Please use this bell if you need anything at all.”
“Of course, thanks again!” Brooke said. As Mia walked away, Brooke lifted her fork and dug into her meal, letting her foot come to rest back down on the floor.
Jenna pouted as she felt her friend’s foot slip away. Her delicate flower throbbed against the inside of her diaper, so much in fact that part of her wanted to finish herself off right there in the middle of lunch. Her left hand slipped down to her crotch, and right as she was about to start pleasuring herself right there and then, she felt Brooke’s foot push her hand away.
“You think you’re allowed to do that?” Brooke asked with a smirk.
“B-But you were just–”
“I was just what?” Brooke took a bite of her food. “Teasing you? Yeah, I was. I didn’t say you could touch yourself, though. I think it’s fair to say that only I should be in charge of your pleasure while we’re here. After all, you did call me Mommy.”
Jenna grinned. “Fair enough. I hope you know it’s not polite to keep a girl waiting, though!” she said with a smile as she dug into her lunch. The rest of their meal lapsed into silence as a sexual tension grew between them. I wonder what she has in mind for me once we’re done here… she thought as she finished her food. “So…” She paused as she felt her diaper grow warm again. Jenna grimaced as she tried to clamp down to stem the flow but realized that she was quite unable to do so.
Brooke paused, a few more bites still on her plate. “Yes? Need a change soon?”
“If you don’t mind, yeah.”
“Hm… let’s see.” Brooke lifted her foot against the front of Jenna’s diaper and pressed it against it. Jenna’s legs clamped around her lover’s foot as she stifled a moan. “Can you… leave it there?”
“As you wish.”
Jenna leaned forward and bucked her hips forward. While Brooke didn’t move her foot, the constant pressure was more than enough for her to start pleasuring herself. A minute passed as sounds of her squishy padding filled the room, and as her pace quickened, she felt Brooke pull her foot away. “Hey, what gives?” she demanded.
“I’m in charge, remember?” she asked with a coy smile. “Besides, you haven’t finished your lunch yet.”
“I’m not too terribly hungry at the moment.” She sat back in her chair. “Do you mind if we…” Jenna nodded back towards the door behind her that led back to their room.
“If we what? I want you to say it.”
“If we can go back to our room so you can let me cum?”
Brooke’s smile deepened. “Let you cum where?”
Jenna scoffed. “Are you really going to make me say it?” She locked eyes with her, observing Brooke’s steely gaze. After several moments, she asked, “Seriously?”
Brooke nodded. “If you want release, then yes.”
“Can we go back to our room so you can make me cum in my diaper?” she asked, blushing so hard she thought it’d leave a permanent mark upon her cheeks.
“Hm…” Brooke played with the last few pieces of her salad with her fork before setting it down. She noticed Jenna lean forward against the corner of the table, pushing her diaper into it over and over for pleasure. A single gaze was all it took to make her stop. “Fine,” she said as she stood up. She smiled as she walked around the table to fetch her needy lover, then intertwined her fingers with her own. Brooke’s hand snuck down inside the front of Jenna’s diaper, finally settling down upon her quivering slit. She cupped her hand around her delicate flower, the tip of her middle finger drawing circles on her entrance. “But only if you make me cum first,” she whispered into her ear.
My diaper was soggy and was on the verge of leaking. It wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last. The drive home up these winding mountain roads was always long. I was glad to have changed before I left the office; with the amount of liquids I had consumed all throughout the day I didn’t think I would have been able to make it back home without leaking. The sun had set long ago. I finally turned off the highway and onto the road that led back to the house, then sighed. I still had another ten minute drive ahead of me. There were no streetlights out here; not this far away from the city. I wanted to see just how much padding I had left so I squeezed my legs shut as much as I could. My diaper, thick as it was, didn’t let me get anywhere close. My husband, Aston, was my soul-mate and I his. Even after we got married, he seemed too good to be true until I found out his secret: he had a diaper fetish. I was a bit curious about it so I gave it a shot. Once I started showing him I ...
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