After experimenting with the butt plug while masturbating and discovering the experience to be extremely pleasurable, I was left wanting more. As the days passed and I gained more experience with the plug, I began walking around with it inserted. My anal muscles quickly adjusted to the toy's presence, and with daily practice, I was soon able to leave it in for hours without feeling any discomfort.
With each passing week, my excitement for introducing this new toy into my sex life grew, as did my arousal, because I knew it would open up a whole new realm of pleasures for me and my boyfriend to explore together, and the opportunity soon arose.
It was the start of a long weekend, and we had both requested and received a vacation on Friday. He wanted to take me out to dinner and then to a show, possibly followed by some dancing. We were supposed to return home late Friday or early Saturday and spend the rest of the weekend snuggling in bed together. I decided this weekend would be full of excitement and surprises.
Friday afternoon, while he was distracted watching television, I began preparing for our night. During my shower, I spent some extra time grooming my pussy and decided to leave nothing to his imagination. For the first time since we had been together, I was bare. It actually felt nice.
After toweling off, drying, styling my hair, and then applying makeup, I crossed into the bedroom closet. I reached up onto the shelf and removed the hidden box holding my new toy and the bottle of lube. Tonight, I was going to venture into uncharted territory by wearing the plug while out on the town, which made me both nervous and excited. With a shiver of anticipation, I placed the box on my bed and slowly opened it, revealing the silicone butt plug—small in size but promising immense pleasure.
Using plenty of lubrication on the toy and my rosebud, I slowly inserted the plug into my tight hole. As I slowly inserted the plug, I felt a warmth rush through my body, and my muscles contracted around the toy, sending a flush of forbidden desire washing over me. I took a deep breath and let myself relax as I pushed the toy further inside, savoring the sensation of stretching as it filled up my throbbing hole. I could feel my muscles squeezing around the plug's neck, firmly holding it in place until the toy was all the way seated.
As I slipped on a silky, black lace thong, I felt a second rush of excitement. I turned around and spread my cheeks, leaned forward with my bum toward the mirror, to see the toy's round base resting at my entrance, the back strap of the thong barely covering it. The plug pressed against my inner walls when I moved, giving me the pleasant sensation of being full.
I slipped a black chemise over my body, the velvet-like fabric caressing me like a lover's touch. The seductively sheer material made every curve of my body visible. Slowly, I twirled in front of the mirror and smiled at how sexy I looked. I then hoisted up a pair of black jeans, slipped on a black button-up silk shirt, leaving the top two buttons open, and stepped into a pair of two-inch platform heels.
With the plug fully seated, I strolled into the living room as if I had nary a care in the world. My boyfriend was sitting on the couch in front of the television, watching his favorite show. As I stood there, aroused by my dirty little secret, my excitement bubbled through every inch of me, and it became increasingly difficult to control my desire for him to discover it. I cleared my throat to get his attention and asked if he was going to get ready for dinner or what?
As his gaze shifted away from the screen and took me in, his mouth fell open.
"Don't just sit there, close your mouth and go get ready," I remarked.
He quickly jumped up, ran to the bedroom, took a quick shower, and was dressed in record time. He returned dressed in trousers, a light blue Polo shirt, and black oxfords. In my mind, he looked scrumptious. Truthfully, I didn't want to go out, not knowing how long I would last with the plug in place, but we set off for our evening out.
As he started up the car, I could feel the vibrations from the engine up through the seat cushion and into my ass. The plug began pulsing in sync with the car engine and it was all I could do not to moan in pleasure as we headed for dinner. Throughout the trip, the throbbing from the engine was causing my stimulation to advance so much, I almost regretted wearing the small black thong.
As we pulled into the parking area for the restaurant, my thong was drenched, and I wondered how I would be able to walk. As he closed his car door, the added bump triggered a sudden, intense sensation of pleasure I had to quickly keep in check. He came around, opened my door, and offered his hand in assistance. Dew from my pussy was quickly forming, and I feared my jeans might betray my arousal. On shaky legs, I stepped out of the car, and we strolled into dinner.
My heart was pounding, and my breathing was coming in quick gasps as we walked, my mind on fire with thoughts of the night ahead of us. I tried to appear composed and collected, but I was sure the flush in my cheeks would give away my excitement. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.
He held my hand and opened the door for me. When we walked into the restaurant, we were greeted by a warm and inviting atmosphere. The tables were covered with delicate linens, amber candlelight danced across elegantly set tables decorated with flowers, and an enticing aroma of freshly prepared food filled the room. Live country music was playing in the background and I recognized a familiar song from the soundtrack we listened to together the first night I went to his place.
The hostess greeted us with a smile, led us to a table with a beautiful view of the lake, and took our orders. We spent the night talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. Each time I laughed, I could feel the plug jiggle, sending tingles through my body and adding to the growing dew in my pussy. With the toy inside, I felt wickedly naughty, yet empowered by the fact no one around me, not even my boyfriend, had any idea what I was experiencing.
As the country band's lilting, honeyed harmonies floated through the air, couples drifted together on the creaky old wooden dance floor. The music enchanted everyone, including me.
"Dance with me," he said, holding out his large hand.
His voice caressed me like a soft melody, sending waves of pleasure through my body and tugging at my heart. Slipping my hand into his, I rose from my seat and followed him to the center of the room. He pulled me close and held me tight in his strong arms. As we swayed from side to side, I felt my heart flutter as I nestled closer to him. His touch sent sparks of desire through my body, reminding me of just how much I wanted him.
His soft lips brushed against my forehead, and I felt my body tremble as the warmth of his breath flooded my senses. The pace of the music gradually increased, and our movements followed suit, becoming more fluid and enthusiastic. I became increasingly aware of the butt plug inside me, sending waves of hedonism coursing through me with every beat. Looking back at when I dressed for our night out, I was thankful I had decided on black jeans, as I knew any other choice would result in obviously wet material.
His hands moved lower and lower until they reached the curves of my hips, and as he pulled me closer to him, I felt like I was soaring higher and higher. My pussy was throbbing with desire, and I could feel every inch of his body pressed against mine as we swayed together to the music. His body pressed against mine, his muscled chest rising and falling with each deep breath, our movements perfectly coordinated. I was lost in a trance, every nerve in my body electrified with arousal as the music enveloped us.
The plug inside me felt bigger and bigger with each movement, and I could feel a deep pleasure growing within me. It was overwhelming, and I could barely keep my eyes open as I clung to him, trembling with ecstasy as we moved together. His body pressed against mine, his muscled chest rising and falling with each deep breath, our movements perfectly in sync. He could see the lust in my eyes as I gave myself to the moment. His strong hands held me close, and his lips brushed against mine, sending even more sparks of pleasure through my veins.
"Why don't we just skip the show?" I whispered, my heart racing with anticipation as I met his gaze.
"It was difficult for me to obtain these tickets," he replied, his deep voice rumbled, sending shivers down my spine.
"Once we get home, I'll put on a show for you," I said as I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, my heart beating faster and faster with each passing second.
He smiled knowingly, and I felt a wave of warmth course through me as he nodded his agreement.
"I'll get the check," he said, and I excused myself to visit the restroom to check if the plug was still in place and to discreetly wipe away my drenched pussy before a wet stain appeared on my jeans.
While in the ladies' room, I cleaned myself with a damp towel, though the sensations passing through my vagina almost made me take much longer than necessary. My sexual desire had reached an all-time high, and I badly needed a fix. The need was overwhelming and I craved the rush that would come from a brief but intense orgasm.
I finished cleaning up, leaving my thong in place despite being soaked in my trickle, and returned to my boyfriend. The waiter had just returned with the change, and we set off towards home.
My hand crept up to his groin during the drive, and I could feel his excitement grow as my fingers traced circles around the zipper of his pants. As I stroked his half-erect cock through his pants, he really stepped on the gas. The faster he went, the harder he got.
His breathing grew heavy as I increased the pressure of my hand, and he reached out to grasp my thigh. I could feel his grip tighten as I moved my hand faster and harder, pushing him closer to the edge. His foot kept pressing down on the accelerator, taking us faster and faster, until we finally arrived at our destination.
As soon as we entered our apartment, I kicked off my high heels and began slowly unbuttoning my blouse. The fabric gradually unraveled until only two straps framing my camisole with a deep V-cut neckline remained. My boyfriend's eyes widened as he saw me dressed so sensually, and he quickly closed the door behind us.
He removed his shoes, keeping his gaze fixed on me as I unbuttoned my jeans, slid them down my thighs, and then stepped out of them. His breathing quickened as I stood in front of him, wearing only my camisole and thong. I could feel the electricity in the air.