Ramona Dares Me

 

 

A short story featuring Best Vibe Toy

It’s not often that I meet a like-minded female, not in the context of the kinky side of my personality, so it was refreshing when I bumped into Ramona.  She was just as ‘dark’ as me, with sex on her mind much of the time, a fascinating goth dressed in black with shrieks of colour from her purple hair and her technicolour tattoos.  We got talking in the erotic book section of Waterstones and because we hit it off, we went for a coffee.

 

Over a frothy cappuccino (her) and medium black decaf (me) we found that we were a similar age and had grown up liking the same bands (The Pretenders, Blondie, The Stranglers, Elvis Costello).  While Ramona’s music taste had stayed dark (she was now into Slipknot, Evanescence and Bullet for my Valentine) mine had veered towards indie and had evolved lighter (Two Door Motorcycle Club, Twenty One Pilots, Wolf Alice). 

 

We shared a penchant for vampire and supernatural books, plots which strayed into other-worldly matters.  What we were skirting around discussing was our sexual predilections.  I hadn’t seen exactly which book Ramona had bought but she was browsing in the fetish section. I too was delving into kink, via fiction.  I’d purchased a copy of Anne Rice’s book The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty.

 

As I talked to Ramona I was equally distracted and fascinated by her piercings: small stretchers in her ears, a ring through the septum of her nose and piercings with either studs or rings decorated several locations round her mouth and eyebrows.  They were all black in colour, but some were engraved in such a way that the silvery metal glinted through.  Her lipstick was black too – making me watch her mouth when she talked. It left a perfect print of her lower lip on the edge of her cappuccino mug.

 

She raised an elegantly made-up eyebrow.  “You got time for another?”

 

I nodded eagerly, there was still so much I wanted to ask. We were on the brink of another level of intimacy, so when she returned with fresh cups of coffee, and crossed her fishnet clad legs with a delicious swish, I leaned forwards her to ask a leading question.

 

“So what’s your kink?”

 

Again those blue eyes were on me (blue with a burst of green around the pupil), their corners crinkled up in a smile. 

“It’d be easier to tell you what I don’t like!”

 

I sat back.  

 

“Have I shocked you?” She didn’t look concerned, she looked delighted.

 

“Not exactly,” I answered, “so what DON’T you like?”  

 

Her eyes rolled up to study the ceiling as she counted off a shortlist on her fingers, I took in that sloshing was one, furry play another.  

 

“If you’re into D/s are you a sub or a Domme?” I asked, hoping I sounded knowledgeable.

 

“I’m a switch,” she replied, “it depends on the partner. With girls I take charge but with guys I let them take the lead.”

 

I nodded encouragingly and sipped my drink. Darn!  I was so distracted I’d forgotten to add sugar.  I tore open a packet, pouring and stirring while Ramona elaborated further.

 

She told me about the munch she went to, where she met other like-minded fetishists, describing what a great way it was to identify kinks she was into and eliminate those which did nothing for her.  Ramona’s eyes glazed over in a lovestruck way whilst describing her passion for the long suede flogger. I tried to imagine how it would feel to be bound in place and whipped by a sexy Indiana Jones type, in full view of other people.  I’ll admit I got a slight frisson from picturing it in my head.

 

I told her about the sex blog I wrote, crafting erotic short stories and reviewing sex toys. Ramona searched for it, then book-marked it on her phone.  She asked what I liked writing best, so I said erotic stories.  I explained my current series was comprised of confessions where I described something kinky I’ve done. I  moaned that, unfortunately I was beginning to running out of topics.

 

“You need to do venture into new territories!” Ramona enthused.  “Have you ever wanked in a public place?”

 

“No!  Have you?”

 

“All the time – that’s why I carry this!”  she rummaged in a side pocket of her sparkly backpack and took out a tiny vibrator, about the size of a small lipstick.  It was slim and shaped like a silver bullet.  She held it out to me.

“Try it.  Here … now.  I dare you!”

 

I felt all kinds of confusion and embarrassment.  Here?  In this coffee shop?  (admittedly it wasn’t as crowded as before, the mothers with babies had gone and the lunch time rush had yet to begin).  In front of her?  Actually that felt more exciting than scary,  I really wanted to impress her, to prove I was cool and edgy. 

Whilst deciding if I could take the challenge, Ramona produced a bottle of hand sanitizer,  which she smeared over the little vibe then cleaned it off with a tissue.

 

I took the bullet shaped gizmo from her, determination and excitement bubbling up inside me, then our eyes met and I felt a bolt of wicked excitement. Ramona was encouraging me to embrace my ‘bad self’, I jumped straight in! 

I lowered the flies on my jeans and insinuated the black vibrator’s little tip between my panties and my mons then pressed the button at its base to activate the vibrations.  The thrill  was electric!  I was excited to be doing this, feeling quite naughty, especially with my new BF watching! 

Using my sweater to shield my actions, I teased the vibe around my labia and over the top of my clit, making me feel warm and delightfully tingly.  Squeezing my legs together I could make the vibrations travel, I suppressed a moan of delight.

 

“Good huh?” Ramona queried looking me in the eye, and I felt the pleasure elevator within me travel several floors higher.

 

With moisture gathering in my pussy, I kept my eyes on Ramona’s face.  Circling the buzzing nub around my clit I smiled to myself, thinking of the restaurant scene in When Harry Met Sally – I didn’t intend to make a noisy spectacle of myself like that reckless lady!  But jeez-louise! my orgasm was building stealthily and silently and that’s just how I planned to enjoy it! 

Maintaining eye contact with Ramona, who was smiling encouragingly, and I pressed the button to change speed on the PVC bullet, rammed it against my clit hood but a little to the side, holding it in place as tension within me pulsed and built. The escalation of sensations continued and I struggled to keep my eyes from closing. Suddenly, between my thighs,  starbursts of pleasure erupted, a big city firework display going off in my knicker region!  

OMG! I tried to regulate my breathing. I had just masturbated myself to orgasm in a public place! In front of my new friend, just for a dare.

“Atta girl!” 

Ramona whooped and high-fived my free hand.  I smiled with smug satisfaction as she slid the sanitiser gel at me across the table.  Wriggling in my chair I tried to discreetly re-fasten my flies.

“Now! What’s MY dare?” Ramona asked gleefully, waggling her beautiful arched eyebrows.

 

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This piece is submitted to participate in the #WickedWednesday meme. This week the prompt is ‘Feminism’ so please check out the variety of posts others are sharing. The image is from copyright-fee stock.

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18 Comments

  • nice 🙂

  • Incrediiiiible 😉 Posy, you made my day!

    • Hey Lisa, thanks, you’ve made mine! x

  • There is just something so incredibly thrilling about getting off in public! Great story, Posy!
    ~ Marie

    • Oh Marie – you little daredevil! Thanks

      • “We were on the brink of another level of intimacy…” is a wonderful line Posy. I enjoyed this hot tale of wanking in Waterstones very much indeed. It certainly put a frothy head on my cappucino. x

        • Wahay Pons! so glad it tickled your fancy! Thanks for the encouraging comments.

  • Damn it! I want to try that too 😉

  • very hot loved to have been in that coffee shop

    • Wow! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time haha. Maybe I should ask Sir to do something like this to me in public haha.

      • Thanks sass c – just sprinkling the saucy ideas around!

    • That would be sneaky sindee – but thank you!

  • sounds like a fun start to many great adventures. Thank you for sharing

  • You know I was sure I had commented on this – great story Posy – well you know what I think about being outside – I wonder if public is even hotter? From the sounds of this it is – I think it would be like trying to pee in public lol – bit difficult at first
    x

    • Ahhh May, I know exactly what you’re saying!

  • Gaah I wish this was real! The way you wrote it it could have definitely been real. You captured the thoughts and feelings wonderfully and I love the public display and the element of doing it in front of her. Very well written Posy

    • Ahh thank you. Perhaps it seemed more real because I based my description of ‘Ramona’ on somebody I know, but that’s a great compliment.

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