Toy Story - JWH Edition

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I'd love to say that I remember it like it was yesterday, but to be honest, when I actually think back about it, I think we were in bed. We had just enjoyed an amazing fuck session. I know we were tremendously sweaty, and I remember getting up, pulling up my underwear, going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

I may have even offered you some, I probably did. And I remember you were scrolling, scrolling through your phone, a little bit giddy about something. When I came back, collapsing back on top of the mattress, warm next to you, you showed me your phone.

You had just clicked the order button. Well, I guess this is what you get. I mean, after all, you were the one who bought that gadget.

You were the one with that giddy idea of telling me about wearing it in public. And I'm not going to lie, I was surprised that you had even suggested that. What I also remember was that conversation, seriously? In public? I had said, and I remember your expression, illuminated awe is the best I could describe it.

And then that devilish grin, watching your cheeks turn red as if they probably felt hot. And you interjected right then and there, and you control it, you said to me. That, I recall, made me grin, wide and excitedly.

Of course, I have no idea when it arrived at your place, but I do remember a text message followed by a phone call. I guess my memory is not that great, but I do recall you erupting into giggles. And I remember FaceTiming with you, and you unboxing it for me.

A pink little thing, bullet-shaped little tool. You told me about the accompanying app that I would need, but subsequently, I forgot all about it again. And then, more recently, it was going to be date night.

I love date night. For a couple reasons, one of which, I love being close to you. I love the way you smell, and when you put in that just extra little touch of effort, mm, God, you make me so proud to be with you.

But I didn't remember about the little gadget. That was until we had just stepped into my car and were headed out. You asked me, oddly, and I looked at my phone, confirming that, yes, I had it with me.

And when you suggested that I open that app, you could probably see some confusion on my face. You could probably see my eyebrows knitting together a bit, at least for a moment. But then, the epiphany of the idea caused my eyes to brighten.

I felt this glowing smile cross my face. I felt like a little kid on his birthday. I guess what I had expected was that you were going to have tested it out, but instead, you just giggled, returning my phone to me, holding my hand and squeezing.

It wasn't until hours later that I suppose I decided to play with our new toy. We had gone and seen some fairly mediocre movie, afterwards walked down the block, listened to your heels clicking on the concrete. We passed my favorite coffee shop, the one that you know I simply have no resistance to.

I looked at you, paused, and you nodded. I opened the door, holding it for you, watching your pretty backside as you walked through the doorway, my back heavy against your chest while eyeing that handwritten chalkboard menu. I'm not sure what you were deciding on, but if I had to guess, some type of chai tea latte or fancy type of cappuccino, me, I'm a purist, I'd just go for coffee.

But that's probably when you felt it. I didn't need to look at the chalkboard, but I had already pulled out my phone. And not ironically at all, that is likely when you felt those vibrations start erupting through your hips.

I was close enough to hear a small gasp squeaking from your throat, and while it wasn't terribly obvious, it looked as though your legs were trembling. Granted, I had no idea what I was doing with this app, I was just sort of experimenting. But almost instinctively, I watched as your fingers started to claw my chest.

I could feel your sharp nails, and you certainly could see nothing less than a mischievous grin on my face, before I couldn't help it, before I broke into wide-eyed laughter. I'm not sure if it was a surprise of watching you react to that toy, or maybe it was a bit of nervous laughter when my eyes finally met yours. And then you whispered in my ear, ooh, this is so much fun.

And you chuckled. Well great, I'm glad this is fun, because to be honest, it feels a little weird out here in public. I've never done anything like this, and I could feel my cock jolt just a little bit inside my jeans.

But you, you were kind enough, sparing me the awkwardness. You patted my head, turned around, and I let you order your coffee without any more sudden jolts of excitement. And as you waited, I watched you.

I was going to have some fun with this. I would reach for my phone, look up at you, deep into your eyes, take it out of my pocket, turn it, and then put it back in. I watched as your heart pounded in what appeared to be anticipation.

It seemed, however, though, that your emotions were hovering somewhere between a sense of relief and maybe disappointment, especially when I answered a text from my friend. But just when you got comfortable, distracted by that cup in your hand overflowing with whatever, you felt that gentle buzz which snatched your attention. Suddenly your eyes snapped right to mine, and you could see that smile curling on my face.

I'd imagine what you couldn't see, I hope, was that bulge beginning to grow bigger in my jeans. And as my finger danced across that phone screen, varying pulses trembling through your coat, I watched as you shifted in your chair, squeezing your thighs together. Moments later, you're biting your lower lip.

I couldn't tell for sure, but if I had to bet, you were stifling what appeared to be a moan as those more prevalent, more exquisite sensations started to flow through you. My lust and my gaze seemed to make you smile. My eyes were narrowing on your chest, wondering how it felt, wondering if you were trembling as much as I was hoping that you were, hoping that your pussy was clenched around that toy.

Some more time passed, and now, as I continued….