I texted him, “Our new toy came today!” It was the Petite Pink Ribbon Vibe. He’d picked it out for me, I’m not sure why. Maybe because its small size and body-hugging shape suggested interesting possibilities. “When can I try it out?” I asked.

“I’ll email instructions,” he told me. The instructions were simple. Tuck it in my panties on the drive home, on low. And it came with the beginning of a story, to add to my distraction.

My first clue that something was amiss was him handing me the car keys and coming around to open the door for me. He never lets me drive, “Driving is a man’s responsibility, ladies should ride and relax”, I had heard many times before. After I was seated in the car he lifted the hem of my skirt up and offered me the buckle for my seat belt, which I pulled across and clicked into place.

It was easy enough to pop the batteries in. I liked the texture of the plastic: velvety but firm. On low I could barely hear it. I turned in to high, just to see. Loud buzzing filled the car. Medium was about the volume of a malfunctioning fluorescent light – annoying but not overly intrusive. When I turned on the motor of my car, I couldn’t hear it anymore.

He went around and got in the passengers seat, put on his seat belt and turned half sideways toward me. He placed his arm on my seat back and around my shoulder. His other hand dug into my purse and took out the new pink toy. He pushed my legs apart a bit and slide the toy down inside my panties. I immediately noticed that he had put it in place upside down, with the wider base down against the seat, and the tip pointing upward.

“No, you have it backwards.” Oops.

He leaned closer and whispered into my ear “Start the car.” and reached down to the base of the toy and activated the Low setting. “Okay, let’s go.”

I turned it on low, and tucked it into my underwear, curved side down, controls in easy reach.

As I drove up out of the parking garage he was muttering soft seductive words into my ear. Between the noise of the car, of the street and the distracting of the vibrations between my thighs, I could make out very few words, but I clearly understood how he was intending to make me feel.

It did feel good. In this position, it vibrated my pelvis and the curved nub hovered near my clit. The low setting was pleasant – not quite distracting. I’d almost say it was relaxing. The story, though…

As we drove out on to the street, he reached down a pressed against the front of my panties that moved the vibrating tip of the toy more firmly against me. He increased and then decreased the pressure randomly. His hand had moved from my shoulder and was buried in my hair, alternately combing through it, then grasping a handful and squeezing/pulling.

At the first stoplight I took the opportunity to turn my head toward him but his grip on my hair kept my head looking straight ahead. And then, I felt him reach down and bump the toy up to the Medium setting . . .

That’s where his story ended. At the last light before the highway I tried the medium setting, just to see. It felt good. I was wet, imagining his had in my hair, his mixture of firmness and gentleness. As the light turned green, I turned the toy back down to low, following instructions.

Traffic was heavy. I merged, sped up for a lane change, downshifted for a steep uphill ramp, and then downshifted again as the cars around me slowed to a crawl. I let my mind slip back into daydream, feeling the persistent buzzing between my legs and imagining his hands.

“You’re distracting me from my driving,” I said. “This could be dangerous.”

“You think so?” he asked. “I’ll make sure you don’t drive off the road.” He pressed the toy more firmly against my clit. My hips arched up, trapped by the seat belt, feet balanced between clutch and gas as I shifted gears again. “See how good you are at multi-tasking?” he said, and then added, “Besides, you’re not allowed to cum until we’re parked in the driveway.”

I couldn’t resist. I was changing lanes again, making the final approach to my exit. I turned the vibration up to high.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” he said, his hand gripping the back of my neck, the other sliding under my shirt to pinch and squeeze my nipples.

I merged off the exit and hoped for a green light at the corner. I didn’t want the panhandlers ogling me in this state, skirt up, cheeks flushed, breathing fast. Luck was with me. I turned the corner towards home. It’s a school zone. The 20 MPH light was blinking. I pressed my thighs together, pulling the toy in closer. Even on high, it wasn’t overly powerful. The cars crawled through the school zone, and I turned onto street at last.

“We’re almost there, baby,” he muttered in my ear, moving the toy rhythmically against me, pressing it in circles. “You can cum when you’ve pulled into the driveway.” I was moaning and whimpering, close to the edge. His hand in my hair was all that kept my eyes focused and alert.

I pulled in at last, for once oblivious to the guilty enumeration of yard-tasks left undone. I shut off the motor and pulled the hand brake. I could see my neighbor getting out of her car across the lawn from me. I pulled the toy in hard against me and imagined his lips on mine and my body jerked as I came.
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Other thoughts on the Petite Pink Ribbon Vibe:

This vibe is called the pink ribbon because A) It’s pink and B) a portion of proceeds go to support breast cancer research.

The shape fit comfortably against my body either right-side up (tip down, controls in my pubic area) or upside down (controls between my legs, vibe giving a nice buzz to my whole labial area). I liked sitting on it, too, but it’s damn hard to change the setting in that position. It doesn’t look like a vibe or a dildo, it’s kind of sweetly abstract.

I’d call this a beginner’s vibrator. It’s not strong enough, on high, to get me off w/o a compelling fantasy. Sometimes I want to cum w/o straining my imagination, and this baby would not take me there.Overall, I’d say give some money to breast cancer and buy yourself a toy with a little more oomph.

This story is from Birds are Smart.