Naomi altered her two-hand grip on the steering wheel. Bright lights of cars in the opposite direction poured through her windshield for matter of seconds at a time.

“Thank you for driving sweetheart,” Sean eased into the passenger side seat with his eyes closed and head back.

Naomi acknowledged him in her current processing of jumbled thoughts. Dinner had lasted 3 hours. There were 6 other couples with them. A smaller friend group formed in their college days that continued to grow as a partner was added. Naomi was feeling drained from the company. She was ready for some alone time with her man.

Sean, eyes still closed and seemingly dozing, reached his hand over to lie of Naomi’s leg.

The touch awoke her from the recollections of conversations and information, and the sight of the road home from the drivers seat. “I’m surprised I’m driving,” Naomi removed her eyes from the road to see Sean perk up and place his attention on her.

“Why? You know how to drive,” Sean gave her leg three light pats before a squeeze.

“No, I mean, I never drive when we’re together,” Naomi anxiously rubbed the steady steering wheel up and down a few times, hands in unison.

“Ah, well I’m pretty drained after that dinner. Plus, you look exceptionally good at the wheel,” Sean gave Naomi’s leg a gentle squeeze and a weakened smile.

“Well then, you should let me do it more often,” Naomi flirtatiously smiled behind the wheel.

Sean mumbled, “we should probably make it home first before I make that deal,” Sean moved his hand from Naomi’s leg to her shoulder where his rough fingertips could rub her neck.

Naomi inaudibly murmured something of disapproval at that statement. Internally, she took that challenge. She wanted something more than to make it home though. She wanted some time with Sean. She wanted to feel those fingers in other places. She was distracted by his hand on her leg all throughout the dinner.

She tingled. Her panties were soaked. She needed Sean to kindly…or not so kindly…take care of her urges. Naomi took a right across from the on-ramp for the northbound freeway lanes.

“Where are you going?” Sean stopped rubbing and probed.

“Home,” Naomi smiled at her plan.

Sean looked at her, then at the road, back at her, and again at the road, “okay,” he said hesitantly.

They sat in silence as the winding back roads turned into town center roads and street lights. Naomi knew she could get to where she intended. She also knew she could get more out of Sean’s portrayed energy.

Naomi took a left at the last four-way cross in the town center. She drove three blocks down the dimly lit road and took one last left to her destination. Sean removed his hand from her neck, sat up straight, and rubbed his hands in his pants.

“This isn’t home,” Sean responded to the location. Curtains covered the windows, but the pink or redish lights shown through the entryway.

“That’s very observant,” Naomi retorted sarcastically, “C’mon, let’s go.” Naomi ignored any hesitation Sean expressed and lead the way out of the White Nissan Merano. Sean obeyed.

Naomi opened the door to the store and immediately took in the smell of lust and desire. A grin spread across her face. She was in her favorite kind of toy store. Sean peered over her with a confused look still washed over his face. Naomi reached for his hand behind her and dragged him further into the store.

“What are we,” Sean stopped to clear his throat. He needed some blood, just a little to stop rushing to his dick and come back to his brain. “What are we looking for,” he stopped Naomi from dragging him and looked down at her half inquisitively, half needing to hear what she would say.

Naomi looked back at him. Joy and excitement sparkled in her eyes, “We’re looking for anything fun. Think of this as a big huge playground.”

Naomi webbed her fingers with Sean’s and playfully played with his palm as they started to peruse the store. On one end wall of the store were 100’s of assorted vibrators. All different sizes in length and girth, different colors and textures, and different powered features. On another corner were gadgets for playing, swings, pillows, pillows with vibrators. Sean was trying to absorb everything there was.

“So what do you like?” Sean asked Naomi as they moved through.

“Well you know what I like, but see what you may like too,” Naomi pried for him to use his imagination, “This is one of those times I’m really open to things in bed.”

Sean spaced out. He stopped in his tracks and eyed the contents of the whole store. He took a wide step to the left to maneuver the large, hardened, cock in his pants and came to, “Oh….OH…OH!” Naomi smiled incredibly big at Sean understanding he could explore things now. He grabbed her hand sweeping her to a standing shelf of box sets of ropes and ties. On the opposite shelves whips of unordinary variety, floggers, chains, clamps, and ball gags hung.

In her mind Naomi determined what would scare the shit out of her, but she stood quietly waiting for Sean to show her what he wanted. Holding her hand, he pointed to a tall, but small black box. It was bed ties.

Naomi took her hand back and cuddled up to Sean. She gazed up at him with pleading eyes. She had been dreaming of this. She had been dreaming of being restrained to the bed and letting Sean admire her and please her in every way he wanted, having her control of her orgasms removed.

“Okay then…hmmm,” Sean took the box from the shelf, turned to kiss the top of Naomi’s head and turned around.

“Just not this!” Naomi heard herself let out, despite her attempt to be calm and not in the lead.

“And what is that? Please tell me,” Sean asked, but intentionally demanded to hear.

“Those,” Naomi pointed to the metal, then the fur covered, and all, “clamps. Nope nu-uh. Too scary.”

Sean giggled and leaned down to whisper to her, “don’t worry, I won’t get any, but I’ll do enough so you like it.”

The closeness of Sean and the promise in his voice made Naomi feel the need for new panties or none at all. Sean turned walked further down the wall of cruel, fun, toys and found the blindfolds. He picked one without asking her and then walked furiously to the opposite end of the store to pick up two of three more small things Naomi could not see.

When she caught up to him she asked, “What did you find now?”

“Just some fun toys,” Sean said flatly with his back purposefully kept to Naomi. He was trying to beeline it to the checkout counter before he needed a basket to carry all the goodies.

Naomi could not see over Sean at the counter. She chose to hug him from behind instead. She slowly moved her hands from his belly, to his belt, to his pockets. Naomi stuck her hands inside and could feel with her left what was waiting for her. It was rock hard. She wanted to keep it that way. Her heart pumped with adrenaline into his back.

Sean turned his head to try and whisper to her, “Hey, calm down back there.”

“Not possible,” she gave a kiss to his back through his shirt and did her best to wrap her hand around his thick cock in his pocket.

Sean stifled his groan and lightly pushed her back with his ass, “We’ll see about that,” Sean grabbed the bag of goodies, put his wallet back in his pocket, and dragged Naomi out of the store, “You’re driving. And make it fast,” Sean commanded. He then pulled her in for a deep, hard, wet, moan inducing kiss. When he pulled away he gave her a playful slap on her ass and hopped into the action part of the evening.