OnlyFans Girl

"Alright," you said. "I'm ready."

"Just remember to keep the framing right," she reminded you.

You lifted her phone and pointed it at her, adjusting just slightly so that the upper limit caught just the bottom of her nose, and her smooth, expressive lips. She was smiling just a hint lop-sided, giving her a touch of playful personality even before she'd started doing anything, and this camera position both hid her identity and managed to put her entire torso in frame, along with her food.

"Got it," you said. "Whenever you're ready."

She nodded, and you started the recording.

"Hey baby," Sabrina whispered lowly, using the voice she put on in all of her videos. It was soft and sultry, but didn't hide her usual earnest pep. "Thank you so much for coming to meet me on this lunch date. It was so nice of you to come all this way, just for little old me."

Sabrina played with the buttons of her blouse as she did this, running her fingers over them softly, then down her sides, subtly accenting her form under the tight shirt. It was opaque enough that you couldn't see what sort of bra she had on, but it hugged her form as tightly as the sweater she had been wearing before.

"Look at this delicious salad they made me," she continued. "I know, I know, you're not big on salad. You're a manly guy, and I think that's kind of hot. And look, I'm already done my first drink! I swear I'm not trying to get tipsy in the middle of the day. I'm just building up my courage to thank you properly even though we're in this busy restaurant."

She started unbuttoning her shirt from the top button, one at a time. She wasn't going slow, since you weren't trying to get caught by doing this for too long, but she didn't speed through it either.

"Do you like my outfit? I was ready for a long day in the office before you called. I promise I wasn't trying to flirt with anyone else, baby. I just like to look cute, especially if you might call for drinks after work. Of course, I know your favourite way for me to wear my outfits is not at all. I can't really do that here, baby, but maybe I can just tease you a bit? Is that alright?"

Sabrina had unbuttoned her shirt down past her bustline now, revealing her small set of cleavage and the centre point of the little black bra she was wearing. You couldn't see much yet, but she started leaning forward, letting her shirt gape open a bit, and subtly pulling each part to the side as she talked.

"You like that, right? When I'm willing to take some risks to make you happy? When I show myself off to you, and only you? When I give you peeks at things no one is supposed to peek at?"

Her bra was entirely visible now. It was a thin lace, partially see-through, and you could see the dark, ruddy pink of her nipples. By now your mouth had gone a little dry - this surreal experience was like watching live porn. No, it is live porn.

"I know I'm being naughty," Sabrina continued. "But I know you like that, too. I can't go much further than this, baby, but maybe? Just a little peek?"

She pulled one of her bra cups aside, letting one perfect little tit peek over the edge, revealing her nipple to open air. At the same time she bit her lower lip, framing a beautiful shot of her being equal parts naughty and naively innocent.

That, unfortunately, was when you saw the waitress heading over to check on you two.

You gave the signal, wiggling your finger above the camera, and Sabrina sat up straighter, pulling her shirt closed as she turned and smiled as the waitress came down to the side of the booth.

"Oh, is everything alright? You folks haven't even started yet."

You held the camera down, but didn't stop recording. The shot was more of the table now, both your food and Sabrina's, but there was still some of her torso in the shot.

"Yeah," Sabrina said. "I'm just a bit of a foodie. Taking pictures for Instagram before we eat."

"That's cute!" the waitress said. "Just make sure you start that burger sooner than later, alright? Don't want it to get cold."

"Will do," you said. "Just gotta keep my girl here happy."

"That is too cute. Hey, make sure y'all tag us in the photos, alright?"

"Of course," Sabrina smiled, and the waitress sauntered away.

You raised the camera again and circled your finger, telling Sabrina that you were still filming.

"Oh my god," Sabrina whispered, going back to her performing voice. "We almost got caught. I've got goosebumps on my arms, and my chest. We should stop, but you called me your girl to that waitress for the first time ever, and that got me hot. Am I your girl now, baby? Mmm, maybe I should reward you for that."

Sabrina pulled her shirt aside again, flashing her tit one more time before fixing her bra and buttoning up a couple of buttons. Then she gestured with a finger pointing down and mouthed, 'Under the table.'

You tried, as best you could, to make it look like you were casually lowering the phone while also keeping her face mostly out of frame, before it dropped below the line of the table and the camera auto-adjusted for the dark lighting. On the screen you could see that Sabrina was sitting with her legs spread about a foot and a half apart, and her long skirt was pulled up over her knees, but drooping between her thighs. Slowly, she started pulling the skirt back more, shifting her butt forward on the seat and spreading her legs wider, revealing inch after inch of her perfect, smooth thighs.