It’s been a long day. One filled with the growing demands of an overstressed boss who seems intent on making sure I shoulder some of his burden. Before I leave work for the day, I decide to get online to check my favorite blog, and see if there’s anything new and kinky posted.
I’m rewarded with a new post detailing a night of lust and debauchery with two MILF’s the writer met at his gym. For a moment, I wonder how much of what he writes is true, and then I realize it doesn’t matter. His writing has distracted me from my pounding headache and now I have another ache; a much better kind. I think about pleasuring myself in the ladies room. I have my little vibrator in my purse, and though it’s late, it isn’t late enough to risk whipping out the toy. Then I remember I have Smartballs in my purse, I had forgotten they were in there. I had taken them out of my pussy after wearing them for a few hours on the weekend. My purse slung over my shoulder, I smile to myself as I walk to the ladies room.
The restroom is unoccupied when I step into a stall and push the first ball inside my tight pussy; feeling my muscles close around it. I hear the door open as two colleagues enter. They chat amiably, making me feel delightfully naughty as I insert the second ball. Washing up, they greet me and I can’t help wondering if they notice the wicked spark in my eye. With the weighted balls in place, each step I take makes them shift and heightens my awareness of my wet pussy. I sprint down the steps, despite how tired I am, just to feel the balls rumble inside me. The train ride home is suddenly looking much so better.
My head stills hurts and it is not helped by two women chatting on the train. They are sitting next to one another and yet their voices are loud and shrill, piercing the layer of calm I’ve attempted to surround myself with. The train suddenly jostles on the tracks making me forget about them as my attention shifts to the pleasurable sensations between my thighs.
I love the way I can feel the balls rolling around inside their hard casings. I squeeze my muscles and thrust my pelvis (as much as I dare in public), heightening the vibrations and my arousal. I don’t think I can wait until I’m home to get off.
Entering my car, I realize I don’t need to wait. It’s late and dark outside. While the parking lot isn’t deserted, if I just wait for the few people walking to their cars to pull away, I should have enough time to give myself a stress relieving, body shaking orgasm.
I push the seat all the way back, part my thighs wide, and bemoan the weather has turned so brisk that pantyhose have replaced thigh highs in my wardrobe. It doesn’t take me long to decide to sacrifice the pantyhose. But first, I turn on the vibe and lazily drag it along my panty covered crotch, teasing myself, as I roll my hips; making the Smartballs rotate in rhythm inside my hot pussy. I’d like to drag it out longer; while the thrill of getting caught masturbating in my car adds to my excitement, I don’t want to tempt fate. I dig a nail into the fine nylon beside my crotch and feel it give way. The ripping sound makes me even wetter as I widen the hole enough to push my panties to the side. I haven’t turned on the ignition; the air is cold as it hits my exposed pussy. Using cool fingers, I spread my lips apart and lightly graze my clit. I moan loudly, catching myself as I look out into the darkened parking lot, making sure I’m still alone.
I press the vibe to my needy clit. The combined sensations of the shifting weight inside me and the vibrator stroking my clit are electric. My hips thrust up so hard that I almost bruise myself on the steering wheel, as I tilt my pelvis making the balls shift again. My tension is forgotten as my breathing quickens, the cool air on my heated, dripping slit makes it impossible to hold on any longer. I press the vibe harder against my clit, making tighter little circles until I convulse, every muscle in my belly tightening as I spasm hard. Suddenly, I’m shouting in the car, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.”
The parking lot is still deserted as I take a final look around. I let my breathing return to normal, smooth my skirt back over my thighs, and push the seat back into position. I return the vibe to my bag but leave the Smartballs in place. As I drive off, calm and sated, I think about how it always pays to be prepared. I have a feeling I won’t be returning the Smartballs to their place in my toy box, but instead will add them (along with mascara, blush, concealer, and my little vibe) to the items always present in my bag.
The New Intimacy