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Date: Tue, 16 Nov 1999 17:10:01 -0500
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The Dinner
by Suki
At last minute, my friend had invited me to join her at the annual
Police Officers Association Dinner & Dance. I accepted, and then spent
the
day trying to figure out what to wear. I had asked my SO if he minded,
since
I was somewhat canceling out on plans with him and his comment was,
"What,
me mind? Mind you going to a dinner with more testosterone in one place
than
you've been around all year? Oh, of course not." He was just kidding,
but
the comment stuck in my mind, exciting me. I decided to indulge that
night,
and carry out a private fantasy.
After a nice hot shower I located the specific teddy I was looking for.
I had come to determine that this teddy was really 'mine'. Since I used
it
more for self-play than for show to my SO. It was tight and black,
and
hugged firmly down my front and in between my cheeks in the back. Using
a
little bit of oil, and a little bit of tiger balm I carefully inserted a
small plug in the back, and a vibrator in the front, securing them
firmly
under the teddy so they could not slip. I turned the vibrator on and
continued getting ready.
It took me an hour and a half to get ready. I don't think it's ever
taken me that long. But I was distracted. Every movement reminded me
of
the invasions. My muscles were constricting and relaxing in the nicest
way. It was a tease. A self tease. The vibrator was not enough to
make
me cum, but it was enough to keep me excited. I kept finding extra
reasons
to cross the room, too.
When it was almost time to go I turned the vibrator off. I had
selected my black dress leather pants, and a maroon silk shirt that
night,
with silver dangle jewelry. I was a little worried, because it felt
like
I was so wet that I was dampening the inside lining of the pants, and I
did not want to stain them. But I decided it would be OK if they were a
little damp. I could always have them cleaned.
With the toys still inserted I left the house to pick up my friend.
Driving was sweet torture. First of all, just sitting down was
pleasurable,
because it changed the pressure in my backside. And when I started the
car, the vibrations of the engine added to the pleasure. It was like
turning
into a giant vibrator. It's a good thing I have a lot of self-control
or
I probably would have had an accident that night.
Anyway, I safely arrived at my friends house, and went inside.
Standing up out of the car distracted me again. Shift in pressure, of
course. I picked her up and we went on to the dinner. Amazingly, there
was parking right in front. Thank Goodness...I don't know if I would
have
been able to walk straight at all.
Dinner turned out to be pretty boring. We were a little late, so
we did not get first choice of tables, and macho attitudes never turned
me
on much. So we sat down (gingerly I might add, at least for me) and ate
dinner. Every once in a while I would wiggle a little, trying to shift
the position of the toys. I was excited, as much by the toys
themselves
as by the fact that I was in a room with 300 people, looking normal, but
filled deeply under my clothing. It made me feel wicked, and sinful
(in a pleasurable way).
The after dinner speeches lasted 45 min. during which I not only
wiggled a lot in my chair, but I was also highly distracted. With each
wiggled it felt like they went further and further into me. Finally,
the
last speech was over and gratefully I stood up. A brief period of
socializing
followed after which I dragged my friend out before the dancing could
begin.
That would have been serious sensory overload.
Safely at home, I masturbated myself to orgasm, reveling in the
tightness of my clenching muscles.
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Suki
Suki@fish.com To use reply, take out the nospam.
Bi, switch, tease, but mostly uppity bottom.
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