(This is my very first story, and it's based off of my experiences this previous weekend. Hope you men enjoy.)
This weekend, my boyfriend and I also went on getaway to Savannah, Georgia, for my birthday celebration. Since I've recently had to go right back house, our opportunities for sex have been reduced quite a bit, much to both of our disappointments. After a full week of zero sexual contact (as per his command), I had been wet at the really touch of his hand near my thigh. We were craving each other's touch; we were hungry for the feel of each other, limbs connected, teeth and nails across epidermis.
Earlier that week, we had spent in a beautiful little set of black, silky, lace-trimmed panties with a remote managed vibrating insert. I've constantly had a exhabitionist side to me personally, so the extremely idea of being under his control while in public made my epidermis tingle and my cheeks flush. I had been waiting all week to attempt them out, but a lot to my disappointment, he seemed to forget about them as we were getting prepared to go walk around the old town.
"Baby, we should possibly go out soon. Need to pee first or anything? I'm not sure how easy it'll be to find a restroom down there."
"Good point. Let me go real fast then we'll head out babe," he responded before making the space.
Since soon as the bathroom home shut, I slid the vibrating insert into the front of the panties, letting it rest snugly in between my already moist lips, with the front pressing against my clit. Sliding the remote into my pocket, I did one last check of my hair and makeup. My blond locks dropped around my blue eyes, framing them in a mess of curls. My lips were colored a soft red, a mischievous look dancing across them. Perfect.
"Alright babe, let's go." His voice always came away so smooth, and damn did he look great in that solid black colored button-up. A bulge in his jeans verified that I looked since good as I felt. we couldn't wait to be by his side, parading up and down River Street, understanding that my pleasure had been quite literally in his hands. I simply had to wait for the ideal moment.
We rode through the streets, music playing and the street lights illuminating the curves of his forearm muscles as they flexed somewhat while he drove. He was a "car guy," and for some unexplained explanation, watching him drive, so in his element, drives me wild.