You come running out to meet me at the gate as I pull up. It’s Friday at noon, at last! And we have a very busy day ahead. You get in the front next to me, and we head out. I pull right into the closed neighborhood a block up the road, and pull over. I reach over to hug you, and pull you in for a kiss. We kiss, slow at first, then building in pitch until we have both spent the built up passion of the week apart. The kiss ends as it started, slow, soft, and still wonderful. “Hi,” I whisper as our mouths separate, foreheads leaning into each other. You smile. “Hi.”
As we pull out again, you turn to lean back on me as I drive, finding our most comfortable position in the front seat. “Are you ready for this?” I ask. You look up at me, smile again, and nod enthusiastically. You pull your skirt up to free your legs, bringing them up onto the seat in front of you, and turning your body into mine, as I squeeze you in a tight hug. I reach behind my seat and pull out a small, pink egg-shape, with a long tail. You see it coming, and your legs part, nearly involuntarily. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I am SO wet already!”
I drop my hand between your legs, and prove to myself that you are right. I can’t resist playing a little with your clit, and your squirming in response to that encourages me to slide a finger inside you. You are wet, warm, and ready for play today, as you promised me you always would be. It takes very little effort to slide the vibrator inside you, and position it securely. My phone is on the dash, looking like it is just playing music, but I reach out to turn up the volume, and you can feel the vibrator come to life inside you. You gasp, not expecting that yet. “Looks like it’s working then!” I chuckle at your response, and let it stop, for now.
We cuddle in the truck the rest of the way to the restaurant. When we park, I jump out and get to you as you are climbing down. I grab your wrists in one hand and pin you back against the truck door, kissing you deeply again, and pressing you against the truck with the full length of my body. “God, I love kissing you.” You can hear my own arousal in the huskiness of my voice, pushing your own fever higher.
We walk into the restaurant together. You can feel the weight of the vibrator inside you, reminding you of the game we are playing today. You look at me, and see that I am also trying not to smile, not to give the game away, but one look at you, and the smile spreads across my face, as it always does. I hold the door for you to walk in ahead of me, and as you do, taking advantage of having your back turned for a moment, I “turn up the volume” again, causing the vibrator to suddenly, briefly come to life inside you. You gasp, and stumble a step, not expecting that at all. We sit at the table, and start to chat, as we wait for our waiter. As I see him coming, I turn the vibrator on. A steady, low, rumbling, just enough to distract you. I leave it like that, as I talk to the waiter, ordering my choices, and some drinks. “And what did you want?” I ask you, as I pick my phone back up off the table…
I am not that cruel, I watch you order your food, trying to get the words out around the constant feelings inside you, but I don’t change it while you are talking to him, the expectation on your face, and the willpower I can feel you exerting to not react if I do, is entertainment enough. You order, and the waiter leaves. “Oh god!” you say to me as he walks away, “I was sure you were going to – unnnhhh!” as I spike the levels suddenly. “What… do that? Sorry, should I have?” I grin at the waves of pleasure crossing your face. “You _are_ a dirty girl. Good thing I love that about you.”
Lunch continues like that, with me distracting you every time we are alone at the table, and testing you every time the waiter comes over. Which he seems to do more and more often towards the end of the meal, for some reason. We pay, tip well, and leave for our next stop.
We hit the highway, driving south. You lean back into me again, with my arm around you. I turn the buzzing back on, at a low level at first, as we drive. You tilt your head back at me, “This is so good, but I’m so wet I think I might drop it before we’re done!” You know me too well, I can’t hear that and not check for myself. And wow. You are dripping, soaking your skirt, wet from thigh to thigh. I pull the egg out of you, slowly, still buzzing, and start playing with you, brushing your clit, and pressing my hand against you, squeezing you gently. You moan, and buck against my hand. I start circling your clit with my fingers, squeezing it between fingertips every now and again. You melt into my lap, legs spread open along the seat, moaning and gasping in turns, as I change my movements.
Pretty soon you are riding that peak, where I can push you over easily, or hold you there to ride the wave for as long as I can. “Are you ready?” “Yes, please!” I start to push you higher, harder. Then I have an idea. I pull up next to the semi in the slow lane, and match his speed. I can just see him through the passenger window, but can’t see his face. I can certainly tell when he notices what’s going on next to him though. The road is fairly empty this time of the afternoon, so I can move away a lane, giving him a better view, and so you can see him looking down at you. I feel you clench a little as you realize this, a new wave of wetness washing over my hand as you do. “You naughty, _naughty_ girl.” I grin at you. You look up at me again, disbelief in your eyes, and your building orgasm written all over the rest of your face. The semi truck keeps pace with us, the driver looking down at you, now with just one hand on the wheel.
I push my fingers inside you and push hard, with my thumb riding your clit on the outside, pinching you with a steady pressure. Fingers and thumbs moving together, stimulating you inside and out, I push hard, not giving you a chance to back down between movements. The wet sounds of my movements fill the cab, as I push you over the edge. You let out a choked moan, and I feel the muscles clenching down on my hand, hard. Your legs shaking, I keep up my movements until your spasms subside. I move my hand and spread your lips, lightly brushing the area around your clit, without direct stimulation. You lie, panting, in my lap. And looking up, see the driver looking down at you. I spread you wide, for no reason other than giving him a last look, and pull off ahead of him.
As we pull into Molbaks, I reach behind my chair again, and pull out two small leather cuffs. “Put these on.” Each one fits snugly around your wrist, and there’s one small pop-snap to attach them to each other. After I park, I connect them, and place your jersey over your hands, hiding your wrists from anyone’s view. “They will come apart easily if you need them to. But the challenge is to not let them. Keep yourself cuffed the whole time we are here, and as well as me spoiling you here, and I will reward you later.” You laugh softly, and lean into me for a moment.
I hug you, holding you close for a minute, calming us both down from our drive. We kiss. Gently this time, just feeling and enjoying each other’s presence. We surface, and head into the nursery together. We walk the rows, looking at all sorts of flowers, fruit trees, and others. As we walk around, an assistant comes to talk to us. She asks what we’re looking for, and you’re the one with all the answers. She picks up a small potted plant, and hands it to you to look at. You freeze, looking at me, and back at her. I watch you for a moment, and just before it gets too awkward, I take it from her, and hold it between us, discussing it. I turn the vibrator up slightly as we talk, and smile at you as you turn to look at me, wide eyed. After a while, she picks up another plant, and this time I walk away, “interested” in something on the other side of the aisle. You position yourself to see what she’s showing you, without taking it from her. I smile, watching you succeed at your goal. I take out my phone as you talk to her, and pulse the vibrator a couple of times. You tense, but keep your composure. I’m pretty sure only I could notice your reaction. As she turns her back, you glance at me. I step back over, and put an arm around you. I can see your pupils dilated, feel the roughness of your breath. It’s time to move on. You pick out a few trees, and some ground cover. I add in some tools and supplies to plant it all, and we head to the registers.
They load our purchases into the truck for us, and as they walk away, you gesture excitedly towards your jersey. I take it from you, and see your wrists still cuffed together. “I didn’t think they would last that outing! You’re such a good girl! Here, let me separate them for you.” I reach out to your wrists, but you stop me. “I… I kind of like it. Can I keep them on for a while?” I kiss you in response. The fact that you are asking this even gives me great pleasure. “Of course you can. Let me help you into the truck though,” I pick you up easily, swing you up, and place you sitting in the truck, before climbing in myself.
We snuggle in the truck as I drive up to the pass. The parking lot is empty this late in the day, so we can park easily and walk up the house. It only takes so long because we keep stopping to kiss, to hug, to be together. I open the front door, and we walk in. I show you around, and then up the stairs, to the 1st floor, which is just the bedroom. I put down our luggage, and as I turn to walk back out with you, you push me back onto the bed, hands now uncuffed. You climb onto the bed, straddling my waist. You lean in for a kiss, “Right, now it’s my turn…”
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