I Tried My New Toy in the Middle of the Supermarket

It was two in the morning, and I had just finished reviewing the last set of notes for the exam at the end of the week. I wasn’t sleepy, just carrying that strange exhaustion of someone who’s studied too many hours straight and needs to disconnect before being able to sleep. I threw myself onto the bed, waited for my body to warm the sheets, and stayed there, comfortable, wearing an oversized T-shirt with nothing underneath and a pair of black shorts that were practically the only thing I had on.

Bored, I scrolled through videos on my phone without paying much attention. Until one appeared that did catch it. A couple out on the street, her walking through the crowd with a tense smile, him looking at his cellphone screen with a mischievous expression. At some point he uploaded something to an app, and her knees gave out right there on the sidewalk. She had to brace herself against a wall to keep from falling.

I can’t really explain what happened to me. The skin on my arms prickled, and I played the video again, twice, three times. He was controlling a small toy she was wearing, doing it from a distance, as if he had a secret switch over her body. I stared at the ceiling for a long while, a new idea taking root somewhere in my head.

I want to feel that.

Before I knew it, my hand had already slipped beneath my shorts. I found my pussy soaked, my lips swollen, my clit throbbing as if it had a pulse of its own. I slid two fingers inside, slowly, and smothered a moan against the pillow. I finger-fucked myself imagining that invisible switch, imagining the vibration suddenly surging in the middle of a crowded street. I came in less than two minutes, biting the fabric, my fingers buried to the knuckles and my thighs squeezing my wrist. When I pulled my hand out, it was shining with wetness all the way to the palm. I licked it without thinking. And then I knew I was going to buy one.

***

A few days later, I bought it. I didn’t have it sent home: I asked to pick it up at a collection point so my mother wouldn’t find it before I did and launch into her usual conservative lecture. Fantasies belong to each of us, and nobody is owed an explanation. Even so, as I went to collect the package, nerves climbed up my stomach as if I were picking up something illegal instead of a toy the size of my thumb.

It was a mixture of fear and excitement, a bittersweet taste that quickened my pulse and, to my surprise, delighted me. I sat alone on a bench in the square and, after looking around purely out of reflex, opened the box. There it was. Small, with a soft, pleasant shape—I even liked the color. I felt something like the excitement I’d had as a child when I got a new toy, except this time the excitement was a different kind and went straight down between my legs.

I went home almost at a run. I headed straight for the bathroom, pulled down my panties, and kicked them off. I was so wet that I felt a warm trickle run down the inside of my thigh as soon as I spread my legs in front of the mirror. I ran the toy over my pussy lips, up and down, coating it in my own juices before pushing it inside. It slid in without resistance, slick, and I let out a long sigh when I felt it settle against my inner walls. It wasn’t anything extraordinary yet, just a presence, a sensation barely more intense than a finger. The fun, I assumed, would come later. I paired the toy with the phone app, tested that it responded—a short lash of vibration that made me squeeze my thighs—and smiled at myself in the mirror, my cheeks red and my pussy soaked. I had it under control. Or so I thought.

***

I got dressed to go out. A loose skirt, sandals, my hair tied back. Underneath, nothing: I’d left the clean panties on the bed because I wanted to feel the toy without layers, without a filter, and besides, any fabric would end up ruined within ten minutes. I wanted to relive that video, even though I lacked the boyfriend who controlled the screen. I didn’t need one, either: the phone was mine, the decision was mine, and I liked that part even more. I chose the large supermarket downtown, the one with long aisles and white lights, where you could wander around without anyone taking much notice of you.

Once inside, with the empty cart in front of me, I opened the app. I set it to the lowest level and turned it on. A warm tickle began to rise, pleasant and distant, a purr pressing right against my inner walls and making me clench my ass without meaning to. I walked between the shelves, pretending to be interested in things I had no intention of buying. After ten minutes of that, I had to admit I was starting to feel a little disappointed. False advertising again, I thought. In the video the girl was falling apart; I could barely feel a pleasant tingling, and my nipples were a little hard against the fabric of my T-shirt, nothing more.

There was something, however, about knowing I was wearing it. Every person I passed was completely unaware of my secret. The woman comparing prices on yerba didn’t know I had a toy shoved deep inside my pussy. The apron-wearing man restocking bottles didn’t know that beneath my loose skirt I was naked, pantyless, my thighs already slick. The boy dragging his feet behind his mother didn’t know that the girl walking past him was hiding a switch between her legs and could make it throb with one finger. That thought, more than the vibration itself, was what had my pulse racing and my pussy slowly dripping, leaving a warm trail down my thigh.

Just before turning it off and heading back toward the exit, I did something I hadn’t planned. I opened the app again and, almost on a whim, slid the control all the way to the maximum. It’s only a couple more minutes, I told myself, and then I’m leaving.

It was a miscalculation.

I was standing in front of a shelf of skin creams, reading labels without taking in a word, when a wave of wetness suddenly appeared between my thighs. The tickle stopped being a tickle. It was a deep, constant vibration, pounding the exact spot inside me and giving me not a second’s relief, as if my own fingers were digging into me without ever having the mercy to stop. I felt the toy throb against the front wall of my pussy, the place that always made me come quickly when I touched myself, and I knew at once that I was in trouble.

I crouched a little, pretending to look at the products on the lower shelves. In reality, I was trying to hide my legs, which had begun trembling on their own, and conceal the thick stream of wetness already running openly down my right thigh almost to my knee. A searing heat climbed from my pelvis, burned across my abdomen, traced my breasts with electrical pinches that left my nipples so hard they showed through my T-shirt, and ended by raising goosebumps on my neck. I pressed my lips together. I clamped my thighs shut, squeezing the toy inside me, and that made everything worse: I felt the vibration multiply against my own walls, ricocheting into my clit from within. I breathed through my nose, slowly, counting.

“Are you all right?” a voice said beside me.

A woman was watching me, her head tilted slightly, concern furrowing her brow. I gathered all the composure I had left and answered in a whisper that yes, I was fine, I’d just had a slight drop in blood pressure. I didn’t dare speak any louder. I was afraid that if I let my voice out, my own mouth would betray me and release the moan lodged in my throat. I could feel my pussy contracting in short waves around the toy, practicing for orgasm, every squeeze sending more wetness down the inside of my thigh.

“Sit down for a little while, if you’d like,” she insisted.

“I’m better now, thanks,” I lied, giving her a sideways smile.

The woman hesitated, but eventually moved away with her cart. I didn’t know or care whether she had realized what was really happening to me. I was too busy swimming in my fantasy made real, my heart pounding against my chest and the toy throbbing relentlessly inside my pussy, pushing me closer and closer to a climax I wouldn’t be able to hide.

***

I had to pay before it was too late. I’d never handled orgasms very well, and I could hardly imagine having one standing up, in public, in front of strangers. Every step toward the registers sent a shiver through me. I could feel warm threads escaping me, the insides of my thighs soaked and sticky, my knees weak. As I walked, the toy shifted slightly inside me, and that slight movement was enough to cut off my breath with every stride. I walked with a false elegance, my back straight, while inside everything was coming undone, my clit throbbing so hard I could have sworn it was visible through my skirt.

I reached the line. I placed two or three things on the belt that I’d grabbed at random, without even looking at them. I told myself it was just a matter of lowering the level and walking out as if nothing had happened. With my hand trembling, I took out my phone, opened the app, and went to shut off the control.

The screen froze.

The app locked up, the slider stuck at maximum, and the vibration didn’t ease even a little. I pressed the phone’s power button, turned it back on—nothing. The toy kept devouring me from inside, with no intention whatsoever of stopping, hammering that exact spot that could no longer take it. My nails dug into the fabric of my skirt as I searched for something to hold on to. My legs could barely support me. I felt another warm rush of wetness spill out of me and run openly down both thighs at once. I was seconds away from coming in front of the register.

“Hi, is that everything?” the cashier asked, a young woman, as she scanned the items.

I wanted to answer. I opened my mouth, and what came out wasn’t a word. It was a short, muffled moan, right in front of her, impossible to disguise as anything else. I felt my whole face burn and the walls of my pussy clamp down on the toy so hard they almost spat it out.

The cashier looked up. Her eyes traveled over me from head to toe, stopping at my legs, which I had practically crossed over one another, tangled into a trembling knot, then continuing down to the wet sheen marking the inside of my thigh beneath the hem of my skirt. I saw the exact moment she understood. She said nothing. She merely drew a small, knowing smile and handed me the bag.

“Take it easy,” she murmured, almost sweetly, and I thought she bit her lip.

***

I walked toward the exit clutching the bag against my chest. I didn’t make it far. A few yards from the doors, my body said enough. I crouched beside a column, pretending to adjust a sandal, and then it came. The climax split me in two.

I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed silently, without a single sound escaping. It was as if time froze for one whole second. My pussy closed around the toy in brutal spasms, one contraction after another, so close together there was no space between them. I felt a hot orgasm burst out from inside me, a warm gush that soaked the toy, my lips, and my thighs, then continued falling in thick drops onto the tiles between my sandals. My whole body trembled, went numb, and trembled again in milliseconds, over and over, one wave crashing over the next. My nipples scraped against my T-shirt with every breath, and my clit kept throbbing like a second heart between my legs. One part of me wanted it to stop; the other prayed it would never end. And on top of all that, the awareness that I was there in public, coming in streams beside a column while strangers passed within a yard of me without noticing, drove it to an intensity I have no words to describe.

When I came back to the world, breathless and drained of strength, my pussy still pulsing around the toy and my thighs shining with my own orgasm, I raised my head expecting to find dozens of accusing eyes on me. There were none. Everyone was going about their business, pushing carts, looking at offers, completely unaware of what had just happened to me a yard away. The satisfaction was doubled: by the pleasure and by the secret remaining intact.

Only then, with clumsy fingers, did I manage to turn the toy off. The vibration died abruptly, and enormous relief swept through my body, although my inner walls continued clenching in aftershocks every few seconds, pushing the toy a little farther down. I discreetly adjusted it by squeezing my thighs, stood up slowly, pulled my skirt—soaked against my skin—back into place, took a deep breath, and outwardly became an ordinary girl leaving the supermarket on an ordinary day.

Inside, I was something else. I walked toward the door half-soaked in my own fantasy, wearing a smile I couldn’t erase, the wetness mixed with my orgasm slowly running down my legs with every step. Before crossing the threshold, I slipped a finger between my pussy lips beneath my skirt, pulled it out smeared and sticky, and brought it to my mouth, slowly sucking it clean and savoring the salty taste of my own orgasm as the payoff for my whim.

Next time, I thought, I’ll let it go on a little longer. And I’ll let someone fuck me while the app decides for me.