I sat outside the store in my car, debating what to do next. There's do doubt about how excited I was, how wanting I was for what we had talked about in our chats. It would have been easy to take my new purchases home and settle into a night of self-indulgence, but I'm not known for taking the "easy" way.
I took a chance, fished my cell phone from my purse, and gave him a call. It seriously surprised me when he answered.
"I was wondering if you were going to call after your shopping trip. Did you get what we talked about?"
"Not exactly." Laughing, I said, "You should have come with me to keep me in line."
"Why's that?"
"Left to my own imagination, I've left the store with $70 worth of toys, and a preferred shopper card."
In his smooth, deep voice, he asked with a genuine tone of interest, "Really? Toys -- as in more than one? What exactly did you buy?"
"I'm not going to tell you. But I'll show you."
Silence.
"Listen -- I'm feeling feisty -- which could be very good for you. You've got a clear chance here. Just say the word and I'll show you what I bought. Otherwise...well, you know what my options are for this Saturday night and my mood."
The challenge had been made. The question was would he take it? Our real-life interactions were palpably cold to the outside observer so as not to let on to the truth. For a couple of months now, we had been carrying on a clandestine online chat affair. We played to each other's fantasies, shared our deepest desires, and brought each other to orgasm through our words alone.
Our conversation continued as I drove towards home, heading down the street that would get me to my house; the road that further down would get me to his. I started to bring the conversation to a close, letting him know that I was about to take the turn-off to get to my house because I was, well and truly turned-on and looking for some release in whatever form it took.
Then he told me to keep going -- the way that I knew would take me to him. In an instant my excitement escalated to a state of blinding desire. I needed sexual release, and I needed it soon.
I blazed down the street as fast as I dared, this last 2 miles being the longest I had ever driven. He guided me, teasing me as I went, turn-by-turn, guiding me right to him. I was beyond wet now. My silky thong was absolutely soaked through.
I pulled up to his house, took a deep breath, gathered my bag of "goodies," and slowly headed up to his door.
As soon as I got to the door, it opened. He stood there with his big blue eyes blazing, and that gorgeous grin of his. I smirked back at him as I sidled inside. As soon as he closed the door behind me, I grabbed him around the waist and spun him around, pinning him against the door.
We stared at each other intently, taking in the fact that we were both there together, knowing that we were about to violate all of the rules that had existed between us to this point. Would one of us call this off, or had temptation finally gotten the best of us?
I made the first move, leaning forward and kissing his neck firmly. I slowly slid my hand from his waist down to the front of his jeans, stroking his hard cock through his clothes. "Hmmm...does someone have another little something here for me to play with?" I asked. He quietly moaned.
He liked when I teased him about his size. He liked when I took charge. Tonight, I was happy to play to all of his fantasies.
I stepped back, turned around, and walked over to the sofa with my shopping bag. He followed slowly, taking a seat beside me. I handed him the bag. Curiously, he opened it.
He had said that it was a turn-on to him to see how long and thick of a toy I could take. He pulled out the vibrator that I had bought. An 8" long pink delight, flaring to 2" from the tip to the base. His eyes widened in amazement as he held it, assessing its thickness. Then I turned it on, clicking through the 3 increasingly powerful speeds. The look on his face seemed to say, "Do you honestly think you can take this all?"
I replied with a confident smile.
He smirked at me, as if to say, "Prove it. I dare you!"
He knew that I would never resist a dare like that, if only to show him up.
With that, I climbed off of the sofa. Standing in front of him, I took the vibrator from his hand, and laid it down on the seat next to him. He sank back into the cushions, expecting a show.
I leaned forward, and kissed him on the cheek, running my hands down the front of his shirt, feeling his chiseled chest underneath. So many times I had seen his chest, but being in public, I couldn't react. I had to stand there stone-faced not letting on to anyone how much I wanted him. This time was different. He could see just how much I wanted him, and that only turned him on more. I reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt in my hands and peeled it off of him.
I took a step closer, and put one hand on his thigh, and the other on his chest for balance. I nibbled the side of his neck. I could feel the chill of excitement run through him. I trailed my tongue down his neck to his chest. Slowly, I began licking, then sucking on his nipples. He leaned his head back, and let out a contented but excited sigh.
I knelt down in front of him, resting on my heels, and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my deep-v push up bra that I had worn in the photos that I had sent to him.
His eyes lingered over my breasts, and then followed my hands as I put them on his knees. I slowly ran my hands up his thighs, and began running my hands over the front of his pants.
"You don't get to see me play with my new toy until after I've had some fun of my own," I said defiantly.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and eased them down, revealing his hard cock. My eyes widened in surprise as I saw him for the first time in real life.
I had seen his perfectly shaped, albeit small, cock so many times before. The photos that he had sent me in a previous chat had been the source of so much inspiration for our chats, for my dreams, and for while I had brought myself to climax.
In all of our chats, I had played into his fantasies by chiding him over his size, but until I saw him, I didn't realize just how small he really was. 4 inches. He had told me, but I hadn't believed him, until now.
His eyes pleadingly asked, "Well?"
More insistently he looked at me as if to say, "Well? What do you think?" I could sense a hint of nervousness in his face.
I looked him straight in the eye, and said with full confidence, "Well, you weren't lying when you said it was small." Smirking, I said, "Whatever in the world could I possibly do with something this tiny." I gave him a quick wink to let him know it was all part of the game.
"It's a shame you didn't go shopping with me tonight. I would have loved to see how you measured up to the toys there," I said playfully.
That sent him over the edge. I could see that he was well and truly excited now.
