Her panties hide a secret, sleek device,
A Lush vibe nestled in her warm embrace.
My phone, an app, gives me the power to tease,
To build her pleasure with a subtle ease.

With every swipe, I set her nerves alight,
The vibe responds, pulsing with delight.
She walks beside me, trying to stay composed,
Our private game in public, unexposed.

In bustling streets, we play our daring game,
My heart pounds hard, aroused by brazen shame.
She's nervous, excited, fear mixed with thrill,
As Lush vibrates, obeying my will.

I hunger for control, to make her squirm,
She aches to yield, to twist and turn.
Guilt gnaws at her, yet pleasure overrides,
I feel no remorse, just passion that abides.

Her eyes dart 'round, scared we'll be caught,
I relish the risk, care not if we're sought.
She fights the urge to moan and cry out loud,
I long to hear her, exposed in the crowd.

Conflicted, she begs me with desperate gaze,
To stop, to pause, but her body belies.
I push her limits, test how far she'll go,
Consumed by this erotic show.

She's lost in sensation, mind clouded with need,
I'm high on dominance, on making her plead.
She fears judgment, yet craves this release,
I want to own her; my desire to appease.

As climax nears, she panics, tries to hide,
I feel triumphant, watching her subside.
She comes undone, a mix of shame and bliss,
I'm rock-hard, aroused by her near-miss.

Post-orgasm, she's dazed, vulnerable, bare,
I'm protective now, yet yearn to dare.
She processes shock of what we've just done,
I'm already planning our next risky fun.

Our secret act leaves her shaken, yet keen,
I'm addicted to this taboo scene.
Both changed by this public, hidden affair,
Craving more thrills that we'll brazenly share.

Then comes a voice, "Quite the show, you two."
A stranger's eyes meet ours, knowing and true.
He holds up his phone, a recording light blinking,
Our secret thrill exposed, my stomach sinking.