We are staying with Jack’s parents for a few days.  While Jack has business in the area, the main reason we’re visiting is to have a huge belated Christmas feast with Jack’s parents and exchange gifts.

We got into town on Tuesday night.  When we got to Jack’s parents’ house we left the baby with them, and decided to have a child-free outing.  As we drove away, we realized that we should have waited until we had dropped off the baby before we went to dinner.  Maybe next time.

The first place we went was Suzie’s, a local adult shop that was our favorite place to browse and shop for toys when we lived here.  When we were childless and visiting adults-only establishments was more convenient, we would stop by Suzie’s on a random evening and spend an hour browsing toys, looking at porn and people-watching.

Because we are now parents, we can’t often indulge our naughty sides with a trip to an adult store.  That’s why when Jack and I find ourselves alone with a few minutes to kill we like to visit one, even if only to get in the mood to have sex later.  As it turns out, I forgot to pack a vibrator on this trip.  That shouldn’t be a problem, as Jack never leaves me unsatisfied, but I really enjoy getting off in the shower every morning, and with my waterproof toy still sitting on the sink at our house, I’d waste far more water than I would like to.

I was excited as I browsed the sex toys.  This was the first time I had been in an adult store since I wrote
Open Box.  In the car, I briefly imagined that I would walk into the store and see the saleslady from my story.  Even though she wasn’t there, I was still enjoying looking.  I wanted something waterproof, preferably something small that I could use in the shower during our trip and keep in my purse when we got home.

As always, the selection was almost overwhelming.  As we browsed, an employee approached to ask if we needed any help.  We dismissed her, and continued looking, though she appeared again when she saw me holding a small but impressive-looking vibrator that cost $14.95.

“Are you looking for stimulation, penetration, or both?” she asked.

“Stimulation”, I responded, and gestured to Jack.  “I’ve got him for penetration.”  Technically I had Jack for stimulation as well, but I liked my quick, witty response.

“Then you definitely want to get this one,” she said, proffering a fifty-dollar Water Dancer not unlike the one in my bottom drawer.  When you’ve got a dozen or more sex toys at home and you just need something fun for the next couple days, it is very important to resist the high-pressure sales pitch.  I didn’t care about the seven speeds.  I didn’t care that it was whisper-quiet.  She offered to put batteries in both toys so I could compare the sensation, and even though she wasn’t quite as cute as the saleslady in my story, I imagined her taking me into the break room and having her way with me.

But instead of doing that I followed her to the counter where she let me hold both toys.  I was surprised that she didn’t seem to know that the best place to test out a vibrator, other than on your clit, is on the tip of your nose.  (It’s true!  The tip of your nose is much more sensitive than your hands.)  Yes, the fifty-dollar Water Dancer was much more versatile than the fifteen-dollar toy.  Yes, it was a lot quieter.  But I wasn’t dropping fifty dollars for a backup vibrator.  I went with the cheaper one.

As we drove home, I was feeling very hot.  Jack and I toyed with the idea of pulling over and having sex in the car.  We usually manage to have plenty of sex when we’re staying with Jack’s parents, but I wanted it right away.  If we went back to their house we’d have to chat with his parents for at least half an hour, and that’s only if the baby was already asleep.  If she was still awake, which she probably was, it would be even longer.

Finally I couldn’t ignore my arousal any longer, and I made Jack pull over.  He parked the car on a dark street not far from his parents’ house, and I hopped into the back seat.  I was soaking wet.  My jeans and panties came down, only making it to my ankles before I found myself spreadeagle with my new toy buzzing against my excited clit.

It didn’t take very long before my orgasm was ripping through my body.  I came hard and fast, imagining my sexy saleslady pleasuring me atop a cheap formica table, and when I was finished I pulled up my pants, zipped up, and rejoined Jack in the front seat.

-Jill