My gf ordered a new toy that neither of us had ever used before, it's pretty simple, just a little cordless vibrating egg. I didn't think anything of it when she told me that she was going make me "wear it" when we went out last night. I was in getting dressed and she came in and pushed me down on the bed, pulled my panty aside and pushed the egg inside me. She told me, "There, now you're ready to go out." She slapped my hand away when I reached for the cord to remove it, and she said, "No. You're wearing this tonight."

I could see she was serious. I finished getting dressed and forgot about the egg inside me. We had dinner at a crowded restaurant, and were having a good time. The evening was getting on and we both had a few drinks in us. She reached in her purse and I let out a squeal the entire restaurant heard! She had pressed the button activating the egg. My face blushed bright red, and my ears felt like they were on fire. The vibrations had stopped, but everyone was looking around to see where the squeal had come from, and she did it again. I couldn't help it, I let out another squeal, more muffled and not as unexpected as the first, but still everyone heard it. Each time she had only let the egg vibrate a couple of seconds, but the effect was very obvious. Each time I squealed and my body jerked like I was having some kind of seizure.

She looked at me and whispered, "Ready, set..."

I don't know if she said anything after set, she let me her finger pressing the button, and that is when my embarrassment really started. The little egg vibrated inside of me, pulsating against my most delicate spots. I couldn't help it. I started squirming. Giving little squeals and moans as the egg tormented and teased me. At one point I was conscious that I was humping the pad of the booth's bench. It was all I could do not to rip my clothing off and start rubbing myself. I wanted, oh, I so needed to feel the release of an orgasm. I looked into my lover's eyes as she tormented me, longing, begging, yet trying to not cry out as my climax neared.

I looked at my love, her smile told me she was going through with it. She looked back into my eyes, and whispered, "Do it."

I don't know how long it lasted, the squeals, my moaning, gasping, and thrashing about. I lost contact with the reality of the room and all that I was aware of was the smiling face of my love, and the pulsing ecstasy shooting through my soul. I grabbed the table and held on as my body tensed. I was quaking. Squealing all the time.

She clicked it off as I sat there holding the table--sweaty, panting, quivering, sobbing from the release. We stood up to leave and one table of college age guys cheered and clapped as we gave our waiter the money and slipped out the back.

Nothing has ever been so embarrassing, but I hope we do it again soon. I know we will.