Message Tommy, her boy toy

I take the time to send Tommy Martin a text message: 'u free right now??'

I anxiously wait for his reply. It's been two weeks since we last met, and I need another fix. Getting that young stud wrapped around my finger has been the best thing I've done in years. Hopefully, I can spend some time with him instead of my other little friend, the egg vibrator I have in my handbag.

He messages me back with a selfie of himself fully naked. Tommy had long, flowing blonde hair that any girl would be jealous of, and a smooth, toned body that belonged to a Greek God. His cock was only average in size, but he made up for it in stamina and technique. Tommy follows the photo with another text 'yes'

'b right ther. Dont start without me' I reply. I hope he's naked right now, ready to make my day. Before heading off I consider inserting my little remote control egg-vibrator. It could get me into a lot of trouble, but nothing beats the thrill of getting off in public. The fact that 99% of the people around me didn't know I was getting off just gets my heart pumping. Then there's that one person who notices my odd walk or hears the faint humming when they get close enough. We'll never exchange words, but the dirty looks are acknowledgment enough.