Beth strolled along the racks of clothes, trying to keep her face impassive. Struggling, with all her strength, to hide her secret.
It started with a simple text.
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"I'm thinking of you," it read, "and I want you."
"God," she replied. "Me too. You have no idea. I'm just about to go out shopping for the afternoon."
"I think I have some idea. Do you remember your promise?"
Oh fuck. Her promise. Her body ached instantly, equal parts anxiety and arousal. She decided to play it coy.
"Oh yes," she texted back. "Getting a little tingle in my nether regions thinking about it."
"Good. Are you coming over after shopping?" His response appeared instantly.
"Maybe. Do you want me to?" She was almost ready and out the door. Perhaps getting out in time would allow her to avoid the decision to go through with it. She rushed through her routine, phone remaining blessedly silent as she gathered her things. She swung her car door open, and her phone buzzed inside her purse.
"Yes, I want you to come over. And I want you to do what we talked about. Exactly what we talked about. Some nice tight leggings to hold it in when it gets all slick. And I want it inside you the whole time. Can you do that for me, babygirl?"
"Oh shit," she muttered. That's all it took. Beth shivered and she walked back inside, decision made.
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Beth let her fingers linger over the cool metal of the clothing rack, returning from her reverie and sighing as loudly as she dared. Shifting focus helped maintain her composure, if only briefly. She kept a distance from the other shoppers, afraid she'd betray herself.
Inside her, the vibrator thrummed harder. Picking thick, dark colored leggings was a very, very smart move.
Though miles away, her lover Aaron seemed to know exactly the worst time to increase the intensity and lower the speed. He knew damn well what she loved - and hated. Precious, beautiful torture. Her basket was filled with clothes she'd most certainly never buy, because that would require coherent thought and she was well beyond that.
Her phone buzzed again with instructions. "Show me what you've picked out."
She smirked and took a picture - her first selection paired with his first set of instructions: Something black and lacey. And, just to add some spice, she added a picture she'd taken earlier, showing the pink toy glistening with her juices just after she slowly thrust it inside herself. It was pink and shaped like a butterfly with a base that sat against her clit, as well as a phallus that penetrated deep inside her.
The toy inside her mercifully backed off, a reward for the lingerie picture no doubt.
"Are you okay?" Shit. Someone was talking to her. It was a woman, about her age. Beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair, like her own, but minus the dark purple highlights in the back that blazed against the rest of Beth's own straw-colored locks.
Beth smiled at the other woman. Was her face flushed? Probably. Almost certainly. And then, her breath caught. The toy inside her jumped from barely-on to holy-shit. Punishment, no doubt, for that second picture. For being a tease. He was returning the sentiment, in kind.
"I'm fine," Beth managed.
The other woman smiled back and nodded. Was that more smirk than smile as she turned away? The vibration level eased back to tolerable.
If she wasn't blushing before, Beth sure as shit was now. She sped away toward the checkout, face burning as she prayed the vibrator would stay leveled out for this part.
It did not. The intensity eased higher slowly, minute by minute as she waited in line, thrumming deeper and harder inside her with each passing second. She managed to stay silent as she paid for the black lacey thing, setting everything else to the side. Thankfully, the clerk wasn't in a talkative mood.
Beth sighed out loud as she slammed her car door shut. Finally alone, she squeezed her thighs together and closed her eyes, allowing her orgasm to build. She reached down to her crotch through her leggings and pressed the toy harder against her, humping her hips back and forth, unaware and uncaring of anyone passing by.
And then, it stopped. The vibrations faded to nothing, and Beth could only groan.
"You fucker," she whispered.
Composing herself, she turned on her car and hurtled toward his house. He wouldn't be able to tease her like this in person. She'd make sure of it.
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Beth pulled into the driveway with alarming speed, nearly hitting Aaron's fenced gate in the process. He was sitting outside, dangling his legs over the porch, phone in hand.
"How was shopping?" he asked as the vibrator came to life once more.
She managed to ignore it, frustration overcoming her arousal. It was time to get even.
"Meh," she said. "I did pick up one thing you might like." She tossed him the bag as they hugged and walked inside. The blinds were already closed. Very presumptuous of him.
"And what's this?" he asked, opening the bag and pausing noticeably as he held up the thin material. Good, he caught the scent.
Every man, in her experience, has
something
. Maybe the curve of her ass, the yelp of pain from giving or receiving a good hard flogging, or the feel of her moist lips slurping along the head of his cock. Most everyone loves those things to some extent, but there's always one thing that just pushes a man's secret button, and activates a primal urge so intense, he loses his fucking mind.
For Aaron, that
something
