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 popped into shop after shop. You tried on jewelry, scarves – even hats, but nothing really jumped out at you as being right. We continued 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 both looked at each other with curious smiles before I took you by the hand and pulled 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 roamed the store, hand-in-hand, picking up various toys and exploring them with our hands.

I watched 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 had a moment of insecurity and wondered 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 meandered through the shop, growing more comfortable and curious as we explored all the different shapes, textures and materials. Smooth glass. Soft silicone. Cold stainless steel. My mind was reeling with the thoughts of how I would use all of these toys on you, in you – to make you feel good. My cock started to get hard in my pants.

We explored the vibrator section where we marveled at all the different kinds of motorized devices designed to bring your body pure bliss. You held different ones in your hand as you cycled through the settings, trying to decide which ones would feel so good 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. 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 hard 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 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 to your waist. 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.

My fingertips trace the edges of your swelling lips, running up and down, just avoiding your aching clit. As I do this under the table I challenge you to maintain eye contact with me and carry on a conversation. It is so difficult, isn’t it baby? All that fills your mind is the feeling of my five fingers playing in your folds, spreading your wetness around and around. Your clit is swelling, aching and begging to be touched.

But I don’t give you that kind of release. Not yet. Instead, I slip two fingers slowly into your tight pussy. As they slide in I see your mouth drop open and your eyes close in pleasure. That first penetration is always so exquisite, isn’t it?

I gently cup your cheek with my hand and guide your face back down to help you to reengage in our conversation. My thumb brushes your lips and you quickly part them and bite my thumb before letting it go. You look deep into my blue eyes and try to hear what I’m saying to you, but a flush is spreading up your chest, to your neck and face. It is so difficult for you to concentrate as you feel my two fingers slide so slickly in and out of you increasingly wet pussy. Finally, I slide them in deep and hold them inside you as my thumb starts to circle your swollen, aching clit. Once again, the sensations are too much for you and you lose your train of thought.

A waitress comes by and asks if we need anything else. I casually shake my head “No,” and as she looks to you, I quicken my strumming of your clit and it is all you can do to stammer “No tha-thank you,” as you reach down and tightly grab my wrist. The waitress strolls away. You lean closer to me and say, “Fuck. I can’t take this much longer. I can’t cum in the middle of this restaurant. Please. Don’t make me cum here”

I flash you an affectionate smile and wrap my arm around your shoulders and pull you gently to me. I lean in, kiss you softly and then whisper in your ear, “I’m sorry baby. You don’t have a choice. I will determine how, when and where you cum tonight. O.K.? Do you understand that? Can you accept that?” You look up and meet my eyes and I see a look of quiet, sexual, desperation reflected there as you nod in assent.

You bury your face in my chest as you feel my fingers start to plunge in and out of you again, like a pump, pulling your orgasm out from deep within you. Your juices are leaking out of you and pooling on the leather chair. You feel the spring winding tightly within you. Your orgasm building. You keep your face pressed to my chest, mouth open, while you still grip my wrist under the table. I can feel your hot breath through my shirt and on my skin. You bite my chest through my shirt. You do anything to try to stifle the waves of the orgasm about to crash over you as I hold you tight.

My fingers and thumb are working in tandem, simultaneously stroking and plunging, working hard to coax your orgasm out of you. And then it hits. You cum. Hard. Your body jerks, knocking the edge of the table and tumbling over a wine glass. A few patrons turn briefly to look at the disturbance before going back to their own conversations. You hold on tightly to me as your body trembles still with the force of your cum. My fingers move slower in and out of you now as you come down from the high.

After awhile your breathing slows and you can turn back to face the restaurant, searching the room to see if anyone can tell that you just came in front of them. You adjust your wet panties and slide your wrinkled dress back down your hips just as several waiters arrive at the table with your birthday dessert singing “Happy Birthday.”