A romantic date watching B movies in the park

Andrea touched up ‘her’ makeup on the drive down with the products in ‘her’ purse using the mirror in the passenger side sun visor while Brian babbled away, and ‘she’ pretended to be interested.

They found a spot and set down their blanket to watch the movie; some B-movie that was filmed in the town in the 1970s.

Brian had brought a picnic, which Andrea was thankful for, feeling starved at this point.

The public setting did wonders for Brian’s amorous intentions; the maximum he tried to do was press up against Andrea, hold ‘her’ hand, stroke ‘her’ leg, embrace ‘her’, and occasionally kiss ‘her’ cheek or neck.

Andrea was ready for a far more peaceful date, but ‘she’ felt a sudden shock from inside ‘her’ posterior, making ‘her’ yelp loudly.

Luckily something ‘scary’ had simultaneously happened in the movie, which averted suspicion.

Andrea instantly realised what had happened; ‘she’ had left the love egg inside of ‘her’, in the rush of getting ready having mistaken it for ‘her’ butt plug.

Another shock made ‘her’ yelp again, followed by another and another, repeating at infrequent intervals which put ‘her’ on edge as ‘she’ got ‘her’ vocalisations under control and combed through ‘her’ handbag for the remote.

Andrea looked for a public bathroom or porta-potty but saw there were none in site at this terribly-organized event.

Moments of relief were erratic and eventually non-existent when the egg sustained its buzz at full power, Andrea’s yell being mostly drowned out by a monster’s roar from the shlock.

Brian Took notice and elected to make fun of his girlfriend.

“C’mon babe, it’s not that scary! You’re such a wuss! Good job I’m here to look after you, he-he!”.

Andrea wanted to deck Brian right in his condescending face, but right now ‘she’ was too busy keeping ‘herself’ from moaning orgasmically as ‘she’ climaxed, clutching onto the blanket for dear life.

Andrea could not find the remote anywhere in ‘her’ bag and being in public, ‘she’ daren’t try and pull the rampaging sex toy out.

Racking ‘her’ brain, ‘she’ finally realised that the remote must have been left at home and had an absurdly long range.

Furiously, ‘she’ texted Charlene, asking her if she had seen a remote.

Charlene’s reply came an agonising ten minutes later, Andrea having cum another two times by that point, ‘her’ mother asking which remote.

Andrea reluctantly answered it was for the love egg and probably switched on.

Charlene made sure to rib her ‘daughter’ and congratulate ‘her’ on ‘her’ naughty behaviour before finally agreeing to look.

Around ten minutes later and another three orgasms later, the egg finally ceased its vibrating and Charlene texted back to a relieved Andrea.

‘Found the remote. Was on your bed. Dropped your shopping on top of it. Must have turned it on lol’.

Finally, Brian became aware of how heavily Andrea was breathing.

“Babe are you alright?”.

“Yeah hun, it’s like, just a really scary movie…”.

Andrea watched the rest of the movie and the next one in peace, analysing ‘her’ ordeal.

It was mortifying but the pleasure ‘she’ felt was amazing, never having cum so much and so fast before.

Had the situation been different ‘she’ might have let the egg buzz on.

After the movies finished, Brian drove Andrea back home, confirming that he’ll see ‘her’ at the party the following evening.

Andrea put up with wry comments from ‘her’ mother as expected and was glad to finally take the egg out from ‘her’ posterior before heading to bed.