It’s your birthday today and I promised to take you downtown where we would search the stores for the perfect gift for you. The weather was warm as we pop into shop after shop. You try on jewelry, scarves – even hats, but nothing really jumps out at you. We continue walking down a side street when we came across a “sex toy store.” And not one of those gross, seedy places you see in the darker corners of town. This was a real “boutique.” Very upscale.
We look at each other with curious smiles before I take you by the hand and pull you in. The shelves and displays were packed with every type of device that could go in, on, or around one’s body. To be honest, some of the devices looked quite intimidating, but we roam the store, hand-in-hand, picking up various toys and exploring them with our hands.
I watch you run your slender fingers over a large, realistic, 12 inch dildo. Your fingertips stroking the bulbous head and tracing down the thick, veiny shaft. I have a moment of insecurity and wonder for a moment if you would prefer a man with a monster cock like that to fuck you. I was so relieved when you put it back on the shelf with a laugh, saying that you thought it was “fucking scary.”
We meander through the shop, growing more comfortable and curious as we explore all the different shapes, textures and materials. Smooth glass. Soft silicone. Cold stainless steel. My mind was reeling with thoughts of how I would use all of these toys on you, in you - to pleasure your body. My cock started to get hard in my pants.
We explore the vibrator section where we marvel at all the different kinds of motorized devices designed to bring your body pure bliss. You hold different ones in your hand as you cycle through the settings, trying to decide which ones would feel the best nestled against your clit and running up and down your lips. You look around quickly to make sure that no store clerks are around and you bring one of them down between your legs and press it to your pussy, over the soft cotton of your sundress.
You press a couple buttons and close your eyes as you feel the vibrations stimulate your clit. I see your mouth drop open and hear you mouth the words, “Oh Fuck” as you rub the vibrator quickly up and down your fabric covered pussy. You suddenly snap out of it and hand me the toy with a smile and say, “I definitely need this one.”
We walk further and find ourselves in the anal toy aisle. We had talked at some length about both of our desires to explore your beautiful, tight asshole. We scan the shelves for starter toys and we see a set of three anal plugs, each a bit thicker than the next. I pull the package off the shelf and we both run our fingers over the shape of the plugs as they protruded out of their plastic packaging, imagining how we would use them on you - and maybe in me as well! We make eye-contact, smile and I drop it in the bag. We pick up some nice, slippery lube to round out our purchases and head for the check-out counter.
We try, oh-so-fucking-hard, to appear nonchalant. Like this was just a typical trip to the grocery store. But as we stood at the counter, paying for the new toys, my cock was hard and pressing tightly against my jeans. Your pussy was aching and wet and leaking juice into your panties. We walk out of the store and down the street.
I pull you into the first alley we come to and press you against the rough brick wall. I kiss you fiercely, breathing hard into your mouth as my fingers run up and down the wet crotch of your panties, feeling your swollen lips underneath. We do this for what feels like ages when the alarm on my phone goes off, reminding me that our dinner reservation is in 15 minutes.
We quickly compose ourselves and rush off to the restaurant. We get there just in time and are seated at a private table in the back corner. We hold hands under the table as we wait for the server to bring our menus. She comes and we each order the coolest drinks on the menu in an effort to bring ourselves down from the sexual heat coursing through our bodies.
We check out the crowd and chat about our day. As I hold your hand, the back of my fingertips rest warmly against your bare thigh, I can’t stop myself from sliding them back and forth against your warm leg. I let go of your hand as my fingers creep down to find the hem of your short skirt and pull it up over your hips. You scan the room anxiously. My fingers slide down the inside of your inner thigh seeking out the heat and warmth of the folds of your pussy. I roughly yank the side of your panties aside to give me better access.