Tabitha sat down and grabbed a piece of toast, dressed in a short skirt and a tight t-top. She munched it down and reached for another, giving me a little smile.
“I’m hungry,” she giggled before adding milk and sugar to her coffee.
“Well, we are going for brunch, then we will go shopping and find you something for tonight.”
“Brunch sounds good,” she agreed.
“I was planning on taking you to the zoo,” I added. “They finished the butterfly gardens last year.”
“Oh really! I love butterflies!”
“I remember. Want to go there first?”
Sure!” she answered excitedly.
She jumped and hugged me around my shoulders, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“You are so thoughtful. Let me get my purse and sandals, and we can go.”
I put the dishes in the sink before going to the bedroom and putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I chuckled while she watched me dress, seeing a little smirk on her pretty face.
“What?” I asked. “Never watch a man get dressed before?”
“No,” she admitted with a giggle. “I just wondered how your dick fit in there.”
“Haha, it’s not that much of a struggle,” I laughed.
“Well, it’s pretty big,” she said shyly. “I just wondered.”
I chuckled and kissed her forehead.
“So know you now. Later you can see it get bigger again."
She giggled and nodded.
“Let’s go,” I suggested. “Time to see some butterflies.”
We drove to the zoo and parked, taking the tree-lined path to the Butterfly House. She took my hand and leaned against me a few times, giggling as she tried to knock me off balance, until we reached the entrance. We went in and took our time, enjoying the peaceful, warm atmosphere and floral scents as we strolled the path and watched the numerous colorful butterflies floating around. We agreed we both loved the little blue ones, Azures, and the Monarchs that we were familiar with.
"Hey, we should get butterfly tattoos!" she suggested excitedly.
"You think so?" I replied with a laugh.
"Yeah, that would be so cool! Can we?"
"I don't know about that, Tabby Cat. Let's think about that later."
She pouted for a moment, her lower lip out and her head tilted, and gave me the typical puppy eyes. I am usually immune to such displays, but from her, it felt different, and I paused for a moment.
"We can talk about it over brunch," I agreed, knowing I would not agree.
"Okay!" she giggled, putting her arm around my waist and leaning against me. We strolled through the displays and back to the car, with her holding my hand again. I unlocked the car and opened the door for her, getting a big smile in return, and jumped into the driver's seat.
"Time for brunch," I announced, pulling out of the lot.
"Good, I'm starving," she announced, resting her hand on my thigh.
As we drove she moved her hand along my thigh, running her fingers over my now-growing bulge, and giggling.
"I love your big banana," she teased. "Maybe I can have a snack before brunch?"
I chuckled, the thought of her pretty lips on my cock making me even harder.
"Well, we are already here," I announced, pulling into the parking lot. "You will just have to wait until later."
Tabby giggled, shrugging her shoulders and giving my bulge a squeeze.
"I guess I can wait," she agreed, giving me a coy smile.
We went inside and were seated at a corner table by a window, a nice spot with a bench seat along the wall and two chairs on the opposite side. She slid into the bench and I slid in next to her, deciding to show her that two can play the teasing game. The server dropped off menus and we ordered glasses of tomato juice to start.
"Oh, this is such a nice place," Tabby purred. "What should I have?"
"Whatever you want, everything is good here," I answered, resting my leg against hers.
The server returned and we ordered French toast, crepes, and some Banana Chocolate waffles to share. Once the server left I put my hand under the tablecloth and rested it on her knee. She giggled quietly and blushed slightly, trying to sip her tomato juice while my hand slid up under the hem of her skirt. When my fingers went between her thighs she closed them tight together, giving me a glance and gesturing at the other tables.
"They can't see under the tablecloth," I assured her.
"Oh, you are a tease," she giggled. "Just like Mom said."
I wiggled my middle finger and her thighs opened a little, leaving enough room for it to slip between the smooth skin and touch the cotton underneath. She was already damp when I trailed it over the material covering her little kitty, and she sucked on her lower lip to keep from making noise. The food arrived and I kept my hand between her legs, giving little strokes while the server placed it on the table.
"Anything else?" she asked with a smile.
"No, I think we are good. Tabby?"
She just nodded and kept her eyes down, squeezing her thighs tight on my hand.
"That's so embarrassing," she whispered. "What if she saw?"
"Then she would happily take your seat," I chuckled. "Try the French toast."
She started eating while I used one hand to work on the crepes. My finger pushed down, applying pressure at the top of her slit near her nub, and she glanced at me again. I continued eating while rubbing her, watching her struggle to keep quiet and try to eat. She dropped her fork to the table and lowered her head when the orgasm hit, squeezing her thighs tight and pursing her lips while she quivered. She let out a little moan and covered her mouth with her hand, soaking her panties and my finger.
"How is everything?" the server asked, suddenly appearing at the table.
"Oh, very good," I assured her. "She is really enjoying the French toast."
The server gave me a smirk and a wink, spotting my hand under the table and seeing Tabby blush.
"Glad you are enjoying it. I will leave you to enjoy your brunch."
She smiled at me and walked away, looking back once with a smirk.
"Oh my god," Tabby whispered. "She knows!"
"She is just jealous," I replied, taking my hand away. "Not everyone gets to enjoy French toast that way."
"Oh, you're bad," she whispered.
I chuckled and nodded in agreement, pulling the plate of waffles over. We finished up and the server brought the bill, smiling at Tabby and asking her how the French toast was.
"Very, very good," she replied, blushing brightly.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your visit. Hopefully, you come again," she teased, giving me a smile and a wink.
"Oh, I'm sure we will," I replied with a grin of my own.
Tabby slapped my shoulder after she left, giving me a nasty leer, and I chuckled and helped her out of the seat.
"That was fun. Now, let's go do some shopping."
"I'm so embarrassed," she whispered.
"Don't be."
I took her hand and we returned to the car. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes, still feeling the effects of the orgasm, and let out a sigh. We drove to the mall and went inside, searching for the stores she wanted to go into. After browsing a few places I suggested a boutique near the far end. We stepped inside and she hesitated for a moment, looking around at the lingerie and woman in the store.
"Come in, I know we will find something in here," I assured her.
We were approached within minutes by a blonde woman in her late twenties dressed in a skirt, stockings, and heels.
"Can I be of assistance?"
"Yes, thank you. This young lady needs something for a formal evening out."
She looked Tabby up and down before grinning.
"Oh, we have just the things for you," she said, taking Tabby by the hand. "Come with me."
Tabby looked at me and I nodded, gesturing for her to go along.
"I'll be waiting right there," I assured her, gesturing to a lounge chair along the wall.
"Now, have you ever tried something strapless?" I heard as they walked to the back of the shop, seeing Tabby glance back and smile.
I sat and waited, watching the women strolling through the store and admiring many of them. The clerk appeared and stood in front of me.
"Do you... does she, require some new undergarments to go along with her choice?" she asked.
"Of course," I answered. "I will leave it up to you to choose."
"Oh, fabulous. Any color preferences?"
"No, not really."
"Well, black is always in fashion. Shoes to match?"
"Sure, something she will be comfortable in, though. I don't know if she ever wears heels."
"Very good," she quipped before walking away.
I watched as she carried items into the dressing area, unable to see much, and hoped Tabby was enjoying the experience. Another clerk appeared, a tall, buxom redhead, grabbing some shoe boxes from a shelf and giving me a big smile before disappearing into the back. I could hear light chattering and giggling, and assumed they were having fun getting Tabby outfitted. The tall redhead stepped out and gestured for me to come over.
"A little preview, to make sure you approve," she announced, gesturing to the doorway.
My mouth dropped slightly and my heart jumped when Tabby stepped out. She was wearing a dark blue pearlescent dress with one shoulder bared and a slit up one side. The slit revealed one leg up to the hip, showing the black fishnet stocking hugging her thigh, and she had a pair of two-inch black heels on her feet, with thin straps around her ankles.
"You look stunning," I announced quietly. "Wow."
"Isn't she to die for," the redhead said in my ear. "I just want to eat her up."
"Thank you," Tammy blushed, slowly twirling in front of me. "You really like it?"
"I love it! You look fantastic!"
"I think so," she giggled excitedly. "I'm so excited to go out tonight!"
"She's a show-stopper," the blonde announced. "See how it hugs her nice little body?"
She ran her hands over Tabby's body, down her sides and hips, then turned her away from me.
"Look at how cute it makes her little bum," she said, lifting her eyebrows and running her hand over the firm cheeks.
Tammy giggled at the touch, giving me a sheepish grin as the redhead moved over and did the same, cupping one cheek in her manicured hand. Her eyes were bright and her smile was huge.
"We will take it all," I told the clerks. "Maybe throw in another set or two for underneath as well."
"Already done," the blonde replied, picking up a small bag and handing it to me. "Red and white are always a good option."
I nodded in agreement, still stunned at how Tabby looked. She didn't look like a girl fresh out of school anymore, and my cock stirred as she posed and twirled for me. The clerk ushered her into the back and the redhead led me to the sales counter.
"You did a great job of fitting her," I praised while paying.
"Oh, it was easy, and so much fun!" she replied. "She is a little sweetheart, that one."
"Yes, she is," I agreed.
Tabby came bouncing over, a big smile on her face, and wrapped her arm around my waist and hugged me.
"You're the best! That was so much fun!" she giggled excitedly.
"We are glad you enjoyed the experience," the clerk said. "Hopefully we will see you again when it's time for something new."
"Oh, yes!" Tabby replied. "We will be back!"
I chuckled at the assumption this would happen again but didn't say anything. We gathered up the bags, thanked them for their help once more, and returned to the car. With the bags in the trunk, I checked the time.
"We have some time before we need to get ready for dinner. What would you like to do?"
"Ice cream?" she asked. "Maybe at the place by the park?"
"Sure, that's a great idea."
We drove to the park, with Tabby chatting about how much fun she had, and admitted that she found it slightly arousing when the clerks were helping dress her, seeing her change outfits and try on the undergarments. I chuckled, telling her that the redhead wanted to eat her up, and she giggled.
"Like you did? That might be fun."
"Yeah, you think so?"
She sucked on her lip for a moment and then gave me a coy grin.
"I played with another girl before," she announced quietly.
"Yeah? Did you like it?"
"Yeah," she admitted. "My friend, Chrissy. We fingered each other a few times."
My cock was hardening at the image of her and her friend getting each other off, the image of their nimble fingers exploring each other's tight little cunts playing in my head. Her hand appeared on my thigh again, this time moving directly up to the bulge.
"Ooh, you like my story," she giggled.
"Yes. Yes, I do," I admitted. "Tell me more about it."
She turned towards me in her seat, reaching over and running her hand over the length of my bulge.
"Like what?" she asked quietly, a little nervous to talk about it.
"What does your friend look like?" I asked, hoping to complete the picture in my mind.