Posted: Oct 11, 08 2:14am

I haven’t been this excited since I was a teenager.

After many weeks of online temptation, countless emails a few good old fashion hand written letters, and more than a few hours of what amounted to mutual masturbation over the phone. The sexual tension is so thick it can affect any person within ten feet of us. In fact they have been telling us to “rent a room for crying out loud” I guess we have been more than a little distracting to our local circle of friends. At last we have decided to meet. To keep things safe and ease the fears of our individual friends we have decided to meet in a public place, I have chosen a very public place, the farmers market on the town commons.

We discovered early on that we like toys. And I am a man that doesn’t like to disappoint a lady. To that end I have sent you a package containing the following:

See photos below.

The Butterfly comes with the following instructions: “This unique powerful clitoral, vaginal and anal stimulator is discrete with its clear see through design. The 2.5 inch penis enters into the vagina and the powerful vibrator offers extreme pleasure that can be turned on and off with the handy remote. The upper nub massages the clit. Remote range is approximately 20ft. Uses a fully adjustable waist and thigh strap-on for a solid fit.”

The snap crotch body stocking will hold the butterfly in nice and tight and the blue jeans hugging that sweet ass will turn as many heads from behind as the cut of the top does from the front.

We arranged to meet at 11:00, I’ll be wearing a dark tee shirt, jeans, sneakers and the same hat as in my profile picture. I already know what you’re wearing. I can see you walking down the sidewalk from a block away. The market is crowed with lunch hour shoppers. Most of the men over the age of puberty and a few of the women are following you with their eyes and I can tell even from this far away that you love it.

I must confess at this point that I led you to believe that spotting me would be easy, I sort of fibbed. It is a farmers market, most of the men are wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and better than half of then have on broad brim hats like mine.

I have decided it is time to mingle. I am about 15 feet from you following you as you walk passed the various vender stalls, your looking from face to face hoping to see me, hell your still not even sure I showed up. I reach in to my pocket and push the button on my remote. Even from this distance I can hear your sudden intake of breath, walking has just become a real challenge, your hands move to the top of your thighs, just before your knees buckle it stops. Now you know I showed up, but where am I? I can’t be any farther than 20 feet from you but there are at least twenty people with in a 20-foot circle around you.

The little demon attached to your crotch and buried deep in your cunt by the body stocking springs to life again. But this time it isn’t as powerful and it seems to be starting and stopping. With considerable effort you start walking, after about five steps the infernal buzzing stops. Not that way, you turn around and there are only three men with jeans and hats like the one you are looking for. Just as you take step they split up, one to the right, one to the left, and the third is walking straight away from you. In three quick steps you close the gap, the man that went to the right is kneeling by a bushel of apples and is about five feet from you, the man to the left has picked up a small child and is holding hands with a woman. It must be guy number three, who is still walking away towards the gazebo at the end of the mall. There is a large open space between the last farm stand and the gazebo and he is about half way across the space. Hot pursuit would be a way to describe what you do next. As he stops to pick up a frizzbe you closed the gap to within about 15 feet, and the little plastic demon starts buzzing, with avengeance. The vibrations in your cunt and on your clit become more intense with every step you take. As he throws the frizzbe, a woman on the side walk calls to him, he see her and waves, looks at you, smiles, and walks off to join her. Your cunt is about to explode. As your orgasm starts you sink to your knees, the change in position only pulls the infernal toy deeper in to your cunt, which intensifies the sensations. So there you are, on your knees in the middle of the town commons, at 11:15 in the morning cuming like a freight train, you can’t turn it off and you sure as hell can't take it off and you have no real clue where whoever it is that has that dam remote is. People are starting to notice. Then, as suddenly as it started it stops. As you struggle to stand your hand brushes the switch on the remote that is clipped to your belt, and you hear a sharp intake of breath followed by a deep groan behind you. Gotcha, as our eyes meet I open my hand to reveal a little silver remote similar to yours with my thumb just over the button.

What happens next is another story.

A clip on remote that you are to wear on your belt

I don’t think I need to explain where this goes.

And last but not least