It was fall and you have talked me into going to a football game with you. I am excited about going, we always have a great time when we are together, but not looking forward to the game. I love all the stuff that goes along with football, friends getting together, good food, bundling up in blankets and being outside, especially in the fall. It's all so exciting until the game begins, then I will get bored, you will be enthralled, then I will mope or get pissy, neither of which I am sure you will be happy about.
The day arrives for the game and we leave fairly early to grab a bite to eat before. You can see my enthusiasm dwindling as the meal progresses. You look at me in my jeans and long sleeve tee and smile exasperatedly at me. You promise me I won't be bored, trying to cheer me up, then adding that you know how to make it fun for me and smile.
I smile back at you, but now a little concerned. I thought this was a "pg" outing but not too many of our events end up "pg", even if it's not intended to.
You hand me a bag as I get in the car and tell me that you got a little something to keep me interested during the football game. I look at the plain brown bag, stuffed with brown paper to hide the contents, a little skeptically but proceed to pull the paper out. There in the bag, was a pair of panties. There didn't seem to be anything special about them, they were rather plain from what I could see from inside the bag. You told me to go to the restroom immediately when we get to the stadium and put them on. I looked over at you and said, "I don't see how these are going to make the game more interesting for me, but if it makes you happy, I will do it", then kiss you and thank you for your thoughtful gift.
As we drive to the stadium I open the bag again and pull the panties out to examine them. I turn them over in my hands, examining them. I can see you watching me out of the corner of your eye as I notice that they are a little heavy for panties. I look over at you again and see that twinkle in your eyes as the corners of your mouth try to fight back the smile.
I examine the panties a little more closely and figure out that they are not ordinary panties but seem to have something sown into the crotch.
"Hmmmm, why are they so heavy? There seems to be something in them", I say as I try to figure out what kind of panties you have me putting on. It finally occurs to me that these are vibrating panties. We had looked at them in a store not long ago, but I don't remember you buying them. I can't figure out how they work though, the ones we had looked at had a remote control connected by a wire, so I look for the "on/off switch".
You watch as it dawns on me that the panties I had dismissed as plain previously are anything but. You tell me, "there is no "switch" if that's what your looking for, there is only the wireless remote that I have in my pocket, but don't worry, I checked them and they work," you finish a little cocky.
You see my look of confusion and explain further, "I remembered us discussing buying them in the store once but didn't like those because the remote was not wireless." "I hunted on the internet until I found a pair that I could control," then you smile and a wink at me.
As we park outside the stadium you explain, "with every point my team scores you will get a dose of excitement as well, so if you pay attention you will know what's coming but if your mind wanders then it will be something to bring your attention back to the game," you finish sounding so proud of your plan.
When we get into the stadium you immediately find a women's restroom an wait outside for me to put the panties on. When I came out I saw you reach into your right pocket as you put your left arm around me.
I immediately felt the jolt of the vibration, you started low as we walked through the crowd, wanting to see if the vibration could be noticed.
