Perfect Fit

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. Reaching for my phone to silence the awful noise the covers lift, allowing the cold October air to breach my cozy cocoon. Shivering in response to the frigid invader, I snatch my phone from atop the nightstand and retreat under the covers. My fingers quickly deal with the alarm, and I blink at the screen, focusing my vision. It's Friday, 6 am.

I debate staying in bed for a bit longer but quickly become aware of the pinching sensation in my butt. It's my night plug, and the lubes all dried up. Bracing myself for the cold, I jump out from under the covers and hurry to the bathroom.

Turning on the shower, I stand in front of the mirror waiting for the water to get up to temp. My black hair is messy, a few locks cling to my right cheek. I can't wait to get under the hot water, but the dry plug must come out first.

Reaching back with my left hand, I pull one butt cheek to the side and grab the base of the soft silicone toy with my right. I start pulling at it slowly so as not to cause any unnecessary discomfort, the plug comes out without much fuss. Thankfully, it's clean, and I deposit it into the sink.

I reach back for a quick inspection, running my fingers over my tender hole. I note that it remains slightly open for a bit. This brings a small smile to my lips, and I wash the toy before stepping into the shower. The hot water feels amazing rolling down my skin.

Twenty minutes later, I emerge, a cloud of steam tumbling out of the bathroom as I open the door. Wrapping myself in a fuzzy bathrobe, I proceed to the kitchen. A hot cup of green tea is just what I need right now.

With the tea in hand, I sit at the kitchen table, flipping through my phone and mentally going over the upcoming day. Work starts at 8:30 am and usually ends at 6 pm, but I should be getting off earlier today. Olivia, my boss and the owner of the antique store I've worked at for the past year told me she wanted to close at 3 pm today.

Besides work, I remember that a package should be arriving today. I make a mental note to pick it up after my shift. It's a new toy I ordered last week. I've been slowly amassing a small collection. This one will be the first vibrating one, and I'm excited to try it out.

Other than that, there isn't much else to do today. Maybe I'll go for a walk in the park after work while the sun is still out. The autumn leaves should be beautiful, and I want to savor the site before the color is drained entirely and replaced by bleak grey waiting to be covered by snow. The amber leaves always look particularly pretty, filtering low rays of sunlight.

Speaking of which, what's the weather forecast for today? 20 c and mostly sunny, with no chance of rain. Perfect, I've actually always liked the rain but prefer to be indoors when it does come.

I scroll through my phone for the next 30 min. Finishing the last of my morning tea, I decide it's time to get ready for the day.

I walk back to the bed room, slide open my wardrobe, and start putting together something cute and cozy. Picking out a pair of light blue wide-pant jeans and a cream turtle neck, I lay them on the bed. Some warm white socks and a black belt complete the look.

Before I start getting dressed, I walk over to my special drawer. An array of butt plugs and other toys of varying materials, shapes, and sizes lay neatly inside. I pick out a medium-sized silicone plug. The aquamarine silicone is soft and velvety smooth. The narrow base is more comfortable when wearing it over longer periods of time.

Turned on by the prospect of feeling full again, I hastily apply some lubricant to the toy. My ass will need some too, and I start massaging my soft hole with a couple of lubed fingers. The trained ring gives way without protest, and I slide two digits inside.

Pumping my fingers in and out several times, I coat my warm tunnel in lubricant. My soft penis twitches in response, and a bead of precum gathers at its tip.

Satisfied with the amount of lubricant now inside me, I remove my wet fingers from the needy hole and quickly replace them with the tip of the toy. Applying steady pressure, the squishy toy pops in, the base settling snugly at my entrance. I tap the base of the plug a couple of times, sending a pleasant vibration into my butt.

If I keep this up, I'll have to take care of my growing erection, and sadly, there is no time for that now.

Regardless, satisfied with the comforting fullness, I go over to the bathroom sink and wash the lube off my hands.

Looking down, I wipe the bead of precum off my pink tip with my index finger and suck it into my mouth. A bit sweeter than usual, the clean diet I've been adhering to seems to be paying off in some unexpected ways.

Returning to the bead room, I begin to get dressed.

A pair of aquamarine cotton panties go on first, followed by the socks and jeans I picked out earlier. The jeans are intentionally wide but come up to a slim fitted waist, hugging my round feminine butt nicely. Next is the cream turtleneck, which I tuck into my pants and finish off with the black belt.

I do a little spin, inspecting my cute butt and slim waist in the full-length mirror of the sliding wardrobe door.

Satisfied, I grab my bag and proceed to the door of the apartment. Quickly slipping into a pair of black oxfords and pulling on a beige cropped coat, it comes down to right above my butt. I turn to the hallway mirror for some final adjustments.

A blue cashmere scarf and black beret complete today's outfit. My black hair and beret frame my face nicely. My grey eyes seem to take on the color of the scarf, reflecting a muted blue. A feminine button nose peeks up over the scarf, concealing my soft lips and supple jawline.

I rummage through my bag to make sure I have all the daily essentials, wallet, sunglasses, a small bottle of lube, cherry chapstick, a pack of wet wipes, and an extra pair of simple white cotton panties, everything seems to be accounted for.

I snatch the keys off of the hook next to the door and exit.

It's nice out, except for a chilly breeze that makes me reflexively retreat further behind my scarf. The store is only a 15-minute walk from my home. I walk at a brisk pace, every now and then being reminded of the plug filling my butt as it rubs up against my prostate, not enough stimulation to cause an issue, but a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

I stop at a coffee shop to pick up another fresh green tea for myself and an oat milk latte for Olivia.

Jane, the barista, spots me as I enter.

"Good morning! The usual?"

She asks, wiping down the counter. I smile and nod in response.

Waiting at the counter for my order, I look around the familiar establishment. I recognize most of the people here. I might not know all of their names, but I've definitely seen most of them before. Then, an unfamiliar face catches my attention. A gorgeous woman sits by the window at the far end of the shop. She's reading a book with a red cover while sipping a coffee. Long black hair cascades down her shoulders, contrasting beautifully against the pale skin of her face. She seems to be older than me but not by much, maybe in her late twenties, I assume.

There seems to be some sort of graphic on the page of the book she's reading, but I can't make it out from this distance. Then she glances up and meets my stare. I just stand there looking back at her like a startled animal mesmerized by her gaze. Her expression softens, and she smiles at me.

This spans me back to reality, and I am suddenly aware of the fact that I am staring at this stranger. Blushing furiously, I quickly turn away. I swear I could hear a soft chuckle back from her direction. My saving grace comes in the form of the barista calling to me.

"Your drinks are ready. Will that be all for today?"

I look to Jane. I first met her here when I moved into the neighborhood several years back. She's always been nice to me.

"Uh...yes, that's everything, thank you!"

I try to give her a friendly smile, hoping she doesn't notice my glowing embarrassment.

"Alrighty then. Looking cute as always, Misha. You have a good day!"

She smiles at me in her typical friendly manner.

"Thanks. See ya later!"

I grab the two cups and swiftly exit the coffee shop. Proceeding down the street to the antique store, I make sure to avert my gaze from the window the stunning woman is sitting behind. Not thinking, my eyes snap to the reflection in a parked car window. I automatically zero in on her reflection. She's still smiling and seems to be following me with her gaze.

I can't quite make it out, but I'm almost entirely sure that she's looking at my butt! Even more, embraced, my mind reflexively focuses on the toy currently nestled between my cheeks. Fighting the urge to start running, I maintain my pace as if nothing is amiss.

Soon, I am out of the line of sight and slow my pace a bit.

My heart's beating fast. Images of the dark-haired woman flutter through my mind. Who is she? Is she just passing through, or will I see her again? Do I want to see her again? And she was definitely looking at my ass. That isn't all too unusual. I catch people glancing my way fairly regularly, but this felt different. That thought, in particular, causes my penis to stir lightly in response. Or maybe I'm just overthinking this amid being embarrassed after she caught me staring at her? Why am I even thinking about this so much anyway? She was really pretty, though, wasn't she?

Feeling extremely frustrated with my inability to rain in my spiraling thoughts, I spot the antique store just up ahead. Hoping some work will help me settle my nerves, I hurry into the store.

The store is calm and cozy. Soft jazz pours from an old record player sitting atop an equally antique media console in the center of the space. The walls and various shelves are lined with all manner of antique baubles. Most are in near-mint condition. My boss, Olivia, always makes it a point to only sell "quality pieces", as she puts it.

She's standing by the register off to the side, scrutinizing an old clock.

"Good morning, Misha, sleep well?"

She says, not looking up from the timepiece.

"Good morning boss,.. yeah good, thanks. I've got your coffee!"

I walk over and set the cup down on the counter.

"Thank you, darling. As you know, we are closing early, and since it's Friday, you can take it easy today. There are just a couple of boxes of china in the back I need you to go through. I don't plan on displaying any of it yet, so don't worry if you aren't finished by 3 pm."

She finally sets down the clock and takes a sip of the latte. She looks over at me, her eyes quickly scanning up from my shoes and settling on my face. Now I feel like I'm the bauble being examined.

"You feeling alright? You look a bit flushed."

"No...uh, I'm fine, promise."

"Okay, well just let me know if you need anything. There's a big potential buyer in town looking to do some redecorating. He's an old acquaintance from back in college, asked me to come by his new place to see which pieces would harmonize well, hence why I'll be leaving early."

"Sound exciting!"

"Yeah! We don't get buyers like this often. I'm hoping to part with at least a fourth of our inventory."

"Wow! You really think He'll buy that much?"

"Oh yeah, He's a bit of a collector."

(I'm something of a collector myself. I think to myself.)

"Cool... Well then, I'll be in the back if you need me."

"No worries hun."

The workday is mostly uneventful. A handful of customers came through. Most only browse. One man did end up buying the record player, which temporarily left me in silence. Not for long though, as no more than 5 minutes after the Jazz music ceased, Olivia had set up another equally old player, and the cozy tune resumed.

Around 12 pm, I had to go to the bathroom to reapply some lube to my toy. I always kept a small bottle in my bag.

This was an everyday occurrence and never caused me any trouble, but today, standing in the bathroom, my jeans and panties scrunched up around my ankles, bent over slightly at the waist, my back arched to give me better access to my hole, pulling at the plug, I can't help but picture the woman from the coffee shop. She's standing behind me. A hungry look in her eyes as she watches me handle my most private parts.

I'm hot in the face and chest. Hart beating faster. I impulsively start to exaggerate my movements. I arch my back further, spread my legs a little wider. My breaths become heavy. I play with the plug, sliding it in and out of my needy ass. Precum oozes from my growing tip and drips down, landing in the crotch of my panties below.

I look at myself in the mirror, a helpless little slut looks back at me.

My eyes pan over my body, settling on my butt. I always thought it was my best asset.

Just then a knock at the door yanks me back to reality. Its Olivia.

"Hey hun, you going to be much longer in there? I really need to use the bathroom."

Paralyzed, I fight to steady my breathing and formulate an appropriate response.

"Yeah! Sorry.., I'll be out in a second!"

I quickly straighten up. With practiced precision, I bring the plug to my front, apply some lube, and swiftly guide it back into my waiting butt. Pulling my bottoms back into place, I disregard the wet patch of my panties nestling up against my perineum. My erection is dying down, and since I'm not all that big, to begin with, the bulge is barely noticeable.

I wash my hands and exit the bathroom.

Olivia hurries in after me and locks the door.

Now that I have time to think, the rational part of my brain begins to chime. I silently chastise myself.

"What are you even thinking?? Playing with yourself like that at work?? Fantasizing about a perfect stranger, no less. Truly despicable. You dirty whore!"

Noticing that that last part actually turned me on a bit, I collect myself and get back to work.

The rest of my shift goes by in a flash. By 2:40 pm, I've finished sorting the china. Olivia thanks me for getting the task done so fast and declares that I am free to go for the day. I collect my bag and head out after saying goodbye and wishing her luck with the buyer.

I take a moment to plan the rest of my day, deciding that I'll swing by the post office first to collect my package and then head to the park while it's still light out. The post office is on the way to the park anyway, so it only makes sense.

I collect the package, a nondescript brown box a little smaller than a standard shoe box.

With it in hand, I proceed to the park.

The weather is still nice, with low rays of golden sun flickering through the rich red maple leaves. I come across a particularly picturesque bench overlooking a small pond. The water is still, evening sunlight shimmers, and amber leaves lazily drift atop its surface. I decide to rest there a bit and enjoy the scene.

Sitting on the bench, my mind goes to the package beside me.

I was planning to wait until I was back home to open it, but I'm a little too curious now. I look around the area of the park I'm in. No one around.

I start to carefully open the box, using my keys to split the tape, holding it shut. Inside the plain brown box is a smaller hot pink box and a pack of 4 AAA batteries. I open the pink box and am presented with a mat pink silicone toy. It's about as wide as the plug currently filling my ass, maybe a little wider.

No problem though, I've taken bigger.

The base of the pink plug has a circular panel with several buttons and seems to unscrew to allow access to the batteries. Scanning my surroundings again to make sure the coast is still clear, I open the batterie compartment. I insert all 4 AAAs and screw the panel back into place.

Grinning with horny excitement, I press the larger On button. The toy immediately comes to life. Its whole surface is vibrating, and two rings lined with circular bumps spin in opposite directions underneath the silicone at its base. These would directly stimulate the sphincter from within.

The vibration is already fairly strong, but I want to see what it can really do and start pressing the plus button repeatedly. Ten button presses later, the toy emits an audible beep to indicate that I've reached the strongest setting. The vibration is intense. I can feel it up my entire arm. I'm particularly intrigued by how the spinning rings will feel inside me.

As much as I want to try it out, I'm not quite crazy enough to do that here. I turn the toy off and return it to its package.

The last bit of sunlight is quickly fading now, and worryingly, some darker clouds are gathering above. The forecast said "no chance of rain", but I guess you can never be sure. I'm starting to regret not taking my umbrella with me. Just in case I decide to head back. Sure enough, as I'm coming up to the edge of the park and back onto the city street, I feel stray raindrops start to hit my hat and shoulders.

Not wanting to get soaked in the quickly approaching downpour, I run to the closest establishment I can think of, a cafe just around the corner.

I clear the threshold just as the rain really starts. Now that I am safely inside, the rain only adds to the cozy atmosphere of the cafe. I've eaten here several times before and know they serve a rather delicious spinach and roasted tomato quiche. That sounds lovely, and since I'm stuck here until the rain stops anyway, I feel it's only right to indulge. I also haven't eaten anything yet today, oops.

Before that though, I need to use the restroom. With the interruption earlier, I realize I'm rather **** to pee. Changing into some fresh panties would be nice too.

Hanging my jacket, scarf, and beret up on the coat rack, bag in one hand and package in the other, I proceed down the narrow hallway towards the restrooms.

There is a sharp left turn at the end of the hallway. The bathrooms are just beyond it. I look down at the parcel in my hand as I walk, considering trying my new toy sooner rather than later. Then, as I'm turning the corner - sudden impact!

I'm not sure what happened exactly. Something soft and tall collided with me head-on, sending me to the floor. The package tumbles out of my hand and skids across the tiled floor coming to a stop against the wall to my right.

I look up, towering above me, with a mix of genuine concern and embarrassment across her face, is the woman from the coffee shop.