The New Toy - © Saqui 2010

The New Toy

It was a Friday night, just like any other Friday night. The week had been a long one with just a bit
more stress than normal – with deadlines missed. Oh the woes of a manager. But tonight was my night to cut loose. Tonight was my night to un-cage the wild beast within. I rushed out of the office exactly at
5:00, not even pausing to wave goodbye to my staff. They could tell I was on a mission, they knew not to ask.

I stopped by Pleasure Island in West Hollywood. I just wanted to pick up a new toy for my new adventure. During the drive, my mind wandered to what I would buy.. would it be the nipple clamps for the lover? Would it be the strap on? Would it be a new vibrator? Hmmmmmmm so many choices.. so many…..

Got to the store and walked in.. the young pierced clerk lifted her eyes from behind the counter and
gave the nod of familiarity. I glanced at the body stockings.. and picked up a pair of crotch less
panties.. purple.. hmmmm.. they looked like they would be perfect under the dress.. yes.. their silky
texture, with just a hint of lace on the edges.. nothing to bind or get in the way. I handed them to
the clerk to hold while I looked around a bit more.

She buzzed me into the ‘back room’ where the really “special” toys were kept. The heavy smell of fruity lube hung in the air. There was also a lingering burn in my nostrils from all latex and rubber. I knew my way around and had no time to waste. I found just what I was looking for.. of course it was purple, my favorite color. I left the room and handed the clerk a $100 bill to pay for my purchase. As she placed the items into one of those non-descript black bags (you know the kind that scream alcohol or adult toy store) we chatted a bit about how my piercings were healing.. and she gave some advice about my new toy..

I giggled and thanked her and quickly got into my car. My crotch was already starting to get that familiar tingle and I could feel my panties begin to get hot and moist. It must have been the thought of what I will do with that toy.

I was happy to get home and shed my office clothes, freeing myself of all the office worries at the same
time while allowing my body to feel the air of home. My nipples immediately erected as I released them from their bondage of the bra which held them captive for over ten hours. My hands instinctively caressed them gently, begging forgiveness for the pain. Sofly teasing the sore nipples with feather-like touches. They were so hungry for touch.

There was an obvious rise in hot moist air when my panties were slid away from my crotch. I cupped my left hand to try and contain the heat and a smile came across my lips.. yes.. tonight.. yes..

I brushed right my hand over my left breast..feeling the erect nipple and the nipple ring stimulate my
palm.. I pinched the nipple and twisted the bar.. hmmmmmm.. I want .. I want.. I want.

I needed to get ready for the night.. but I had to take time for the shower. I walked through the house to the bathroom, not bothering to dress, because no one else was there. The windows were covered with the wispy white sheers and if someone dared to look in, they would definitely get an eyeful. The house was set back from the road, so there really wasn’t much of a chance. But still I hoped that someone was looking. No time to put on a show, because the night seemed ever so promising.

The shower felt so wonderful.. hot water cascading down from my curls… down my neck.. down and across my breasts…. Like two seductive waterfalls.. I wanted to have someone there with me..
rubbing them.. drinking the water from my nipples.. sliding down between my legs.. washing every part of my body.. But I sighed.. still alone.. it was only a fantasy.

I carefully used the razor to trim away all pubic hair which might hinder the events which I hoped to
unfold that night.. smooth is always best. The room filled with steam and the air became too heavy to breathe.

I finished my shower and was cleaned and ready for primping. The first thing to put on, of course, was to be the body lotion. Always take care of the details. The lotion was cool and had just a hint of the scent of my favorite scent, amber paste. I had added a bit of sparkles.. it always made me feel so carefree and wild. My special potion, the one that only I can mix. The one that reminds me of earth. Of animal lust.

My clothes were laid out on the bed and in no time I had pulled on my new crotch-less panties, and then the thigh high stockings.. to be covered almost completely with my thigh high black suede boots. I
looked at myself in the full length mirror. Hmm what a site! Purple panties.. black stockings and boots.. my breasts still free and my hands again reached reached .. one for my crotch and one for my breasts.. yes yes yes.. tonight.

I reached into the black bag that I just brought home and took out my new toy. This is going to be fun fun fun ! I opened the package and took the necessary steps of cleansing and placing it for use later that night.

I found the small black dress to be shorter than I remembered, but the tightness across the top made it
possible for me to go without a bra. I hated having to bind them in bras, hiding their fullness by day. This dress was just right and held them in place just perfectly.  I pulled on my long black fingerless gloves, then my black leather collar and lastly my black velvet shawl.

My hair and makeup were next. Being sure to not use too much, (I hated the smear of mascara that happens with good hot sex). My curls were cooperating and just fell flawlessly, framing my face. I chose the reddest lipstick I could find, to define my lips. To call out to be watched.

I  could not help but smile as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror before leaving out of the back door. From head to toe I was dressed for the hunt. My breasts were showcased and lifted by the laced bodice. The tall boots and high stockings peeking out from under the shawl gave me the look I was trying to achieve.I was ready and it was time to go. On the hunt.

I got in my car and headed south, cranking up the most appropriate cd, Nine Inch Nail’s Closer. Not quite sure where I would end up. The cloak of darkness was already in place with the assistance of the new moon. All I had to do was wait for an exit to call to me…

I had become lost in my thoughts and snapped out of it just to see Irvine Spectrum Drive. I swerved to
escape the building traffic ahead. I followed the road to the bright lights of the hub of activity.
Parked my car and sauntered into the center of the action.

I walked past faceless crowds.. scurried past couples and strollers. I could feel myself being called by some unknown force. Then it hit me. The sounds of laughter came in waves. I followed and found myself in Dave and Buster’s.

I could feel the eyes of the men lined up at the bar, as I entered the pub. The doorman could only pretend to look away, but I felt him staring at me as I seductively brushed past him, sighing deeply and
pressing my breasts against his rock hard solid chest.

I slowly ascended the stairs and found a stool all alone in the crowd, with my name on it. I straddled
the stool, feeling the cool breeze rush by my bare hot wet crotch as I slid onto the leatherette seat. I opened my legs to gain balance and rubbed my exposed pussy onto the seat.. smiling secretly from the pleasure I received, from the thoughts of the pleasures I was yet to be given.

There was on my right a man in a suit, of which I had no interest. He smiled at me and I just turned away. On my left was a man with jeans and a black long sleeved casual polo type shirt. His eyes were
incredibly enticing. His lips held a slight curl and he barely smiled as his gaze dropped to my boots and then followed the line of my stockings, up my thighs. I lifted my dress slightly, with the brush of my handbag, unassumingly, just to give him more to look at. His eyes widened and I could hear a slight gasp. He tried to conceal his excitement by licking his already parted lips. But I knew. I knew what stirred in his mind.

He offered me to buy me a drink and I accepted, graciously, being sure to lean forward and let him
get a peak of the top of my breasts as I gently whispered thank you into his ear.. my lips kissing
the lobe. My breath caused an obvious reaction as he let out a tiny little moan.

Grand Marinier was one of my favorite seductive drinks. I liked it served in a shot glass, because instead of sipping it, I liked bring it to my mouth and letting the liquid pool on my lips. The sweet burn feels so good when it is licked off that way. When the glass is empty I like to lick every drop I can reach with my long tongue, eventually sticking my tongue to the bottom of the glass while rimming the top with my lips.

After about the third shot of Grand Marinier I was beginning to feeling a bit anxious. I wanted to be sure this was going to work. Time was running short and this called for drastic measures. I strategically ‘dropped’ my purse between our stools.. and when he did the gentlemanly thing of retrieving it for me, I made sure that my knees were opened in his direction giving him a clear shot of my clean shaven prize. A bit of perspiration formed on his brow and he struggled to hide the bulge in his jeans with my
purse. The purse of course had opened and all the contents spilled out. He began to hand them to me..
my wallet, my lipstick, my keys and a remote control.

Of course he commented.. why a remote? I asked him to inspect it carefully and to try and figure it out. He turned the dial and when he did I jumped up a full two inches off my bar stool with a clearly audible gasp and moan. He turned the dials some more and watched me writhe in pleasure. It finally hit him that the remote was affecting ME somehow. Maybe his senses were dulled by the alcohol. Maybe he was pretending not to know and just wanted to hear the words come from my red lips.

“This remote control is a new toy I picked up today. Can you guess what it controls?” I blurted out. He
stood there, eyes bulging, slack jawed and could only point to the place between my parted knees. “yep!”

I asked if he were a gambling man and if he would care to place a wager. He of course was a puppy dog in heat at this point and would have done anything to feel me against his bulging crotch. “I tell you
what.. if you can make me cum. Right here. Using only this and only your words, I will leave this bar with you.. and if you don’t, well I will take home that guy over there” (pointing to the man in the suit that has been watching this whole scene unfold).

The game was on. He began to twist and fumble with the dials watching me smile and smirk and write and get a bit flushed. After about 15 minutes (his brain functions were slowed by the obvious flow of blood to other regions) he asked.. just how am I supposed to know when you are cumming?”

I burst out in a laugh heard by even the bartended… “but hon, the only way to know for sure if
a woman has cum is to reach your finger inside her pussy and taste!”

I scooted close to him.. my left knee lifting up to press against his ass.. grabbed his left hand and
guided him to my dripping wet pussy. His slid his index and middle finger inside me.. wiggled them a
bit, feeling me deeper and deeper.. I could feel my contractions close down on his fingers.. could feel
my juices . hot and sticky cling to him as he slid in and out.. then with a slight pop, he pulled them out
and lifted them to his lips.. sucked them. And smiled..

I pulled him close and covered his lips with my own, licking the cum from his lips and tongue……

He triumphantly whispered: “ grab your bag, you are coming home with me.”