A Day in Boise
By: JennieJenJen
12/01/2025

An incredibly hot day spent with friends out of state in Idaho will always be a fun memory. Visiting various spots throughout Boise. They were wanting to show you and I some of their city. Six of us loaded into your SUV and out we went to adventure together. The farmer’s market in the downtown was awesome. So many local vendors. Hiking breakfast off at Camelback Park. Then the afternoon spent on a self guided tour of The Old Idaho Penitentiary. That being the highlight of my trip funnily enough.
We had left early the day prior to make the drive from Sacramento. We took our time enjoying the drive stopping to break up the monotony either to fuck in between teasing each other or to see the sights. One place we stopped was to have breakfast in Reno, Mel’s Diner was open, and I love their chorizo and egg breakfast burritos and wanting to get lucky, you indulged me. It was early enough in the morning it was still quite dark. A morning pick me up fuck in the backseat was had. I loved how wet and dripping you left me while I drove the rest of the way to Winnemucca where we swapped and gassed up again. I couldn’t nap so I decided on giving you road head on 95, so looooong, straight and boring. My attempt at being helpful in keeping you awake and alert. You finished us both off in Jordan Valley. Bending me over in the back, with the doors open to conceal enough from the local law patrol. From there after a rather uneventful drive, I had dozed off while squeezing my thighs to feel the now double lode of cum you had left there.
A BBQ that night with Dave and Lynda. You and Dave old and close friends chatted and caught up while Lynda and I became acquainted better. The mirth filled glances and ebb and flow of your conversation with Dave told me you were regaling him of our exploits! Prior to his marriage Dave was our third in some of our sexual enjoyments. So he knew me intimately in that way and the glances were knowing. Still at a decent time we decided on bed. But before sleep you had gifted me something. I opened the unexpected gift and stared.
“Our adventures tomorrow will be so much fun little girl.” And as you turned you finished off with a grin on your face saying, “You will think and remember all those times you teased me.” Before sleep I remembered those times. I would tease you at gatherings in front of friends and strangers alike, mercilessly so. You would get so hard and heated. The memories of the resolutions of those occasions sent a shiver through me. Hardening my nipples and causing the space at the apex of my thighs to moisten significantly.
That morning you chose my clothes. I relished in watching you walk the room. Your erection was incredible. It looked so hard and inviting, but you denied me when I went to kneel in front of you. Smiling at my frown all you would tell me was, “Later little girl” The day was going to be hot so matching bra and panties with a skirt, tank and sandals. Before dressing you instructed me to lay in the bed, gently and teasingly you parted my legs, the cool air touching my hot sensitive area gave me goosebumps. You let me rest there as you unboxed my gift from the night before. My belly was in delicious knots waiting in anticipation. The feeling like flaming butterflies zigzagging flight patterns from my breasts down to my groin. Leaving a red hot trail behind. Making me want to rock my hips. Holding it in one hand as you parted my pussy lips with your finger dipping it into my already significantly wet hole, you explained that the app had been downloaded so it was all ready to go. Then sliding the finger up my slit and then in deep repeatedly, pulling a low moan from me then back up, your index finger circled my clit. You took the remote vibrator which was a vibrant pink, and slid it into me once the optimal wetness level had been reached. From there you pulled your phone out, and demonstrated the different levels and vibration intensities, all the while watching my face and going from a smile to an ear to ear grin.
“Little girl, your eyes and face tell all. You’ll need to work on your poker face today.” You chuckle as my eyes pop open when the vibrations suddenly stop.
I start to dress as the door snaps shut behind you. Just as I began buttoning my skirt the vibrations started. A surprised, “Oh!” Escaped me. A low setting. The vibrations then moving up and down the short length of the vibrator. The thought ran through my mind that I am in trouble as the vibrations stopped and I hurried to finish dressing. I sat in the back, so that you and Dave could chat easier. Thinking I would be safe while you were driving and your phone not being used, but out of nowhere to my surprise it goes off. I had looked around in confusion to see Dave with your phone!! Giving me side eye he manipulated your phone and the setting intensifies a notch and he let it set there for a few stops. The music thumping low over the vehicles speakers I hoped it hid the sounds of the vibrations. He left it running long enough to get me a bit flustered. At the farmers market walking from booth to booth sampling this and that you set it low and from time to time adjust the movement of it. Waiting in line for fresh sour dough bread was challenging. You, Dave and his friend Gavin were talking, all the while you played with your phone. I was sensitive. The walking was causing friction with my wet pussy lips sliding all over each other. My nipples hardened and rubbed against my bra. The sensation was delicious yet, driving me crazy. We had stopped at a coffee shop, and after I ordered my coffee, you send me in to take my bra off. Looking at you, your face gives nothing away. I really did need to take notes on that. But I could only surmise that you noticed my enjoyment of my nipples rubbing on my bra. You wanted their erectness on display for others to see. I exit the restroom with my bra in my bag and Lucy and Ethel flapping in all their glory. The task given with my already aroused state only elevated every sensation. The rest of the farmers market was intense. Gavin noticing the girls had been given free range rights.
Through breakfast you kept me on my toes. Waiting for the waitress to ask my drink order to turn the vibrator on. One of the middle settings. For such a little thing it packed a wallop. It felt as though if you placed a hand on my tummy you could feel it. Could it be heard in my voice as I spoke I wondered? Watching everyone’s face to see. Yours and Dave’s were the only ones outwardly amused. Everyone else was concentrating on the menu. Sipping my coffee and having what conversation I could in between the bursts from the vibrator, you lean in and tell me to go to the restroom and remove my panties. You stood up and I went remove my panties like your dutiful little slut. In the restroom pulling them off they are soaked in my pussy juices and adjusting myself and returning I pass them nonchalantly off to you and watch as you shove them in your pocket. I had felt so deliciously naughty. The corners of your mouth had risen up as you had to lean close again once I was seated to whisper in my ear, “Good girl. Your face though and your eyes… like a book little girl. You can’t hide from me. No cumming before I say.” Which I had been close to. Sitting, thighs pressed together concentrating, trying hard to follow the conversation thread. My face flushed. Which Dave had cleverly covered up with Gavin’s wife and attributed it to the heat of the day. Breakfast came and we ate. Gleefully free of vibrations emanating from my nether region. The food was good and afterwords we headed to walk it off at the park for a minute. Camelback Park is just that, a park at the foot of a small hill shaped like a camel’s back, it has winding paths to walk and at the top rewarded with a small view and the accomplishment of the climbing up. At the base we split three and three. One group taking the direct route straight up and the other the longer more drawn out path to the top. You, Dave and Lynda decided in the direct route while Gavin his wife and I took the longer easier one. Thinking I would have enough distance that the vibrator would be out of range… no. You are into quality products and the range didn’t let it miss a beat. Along the way I had to stop here and there. You had it at the max setting I am certain. It felt almost as if I could just vibrate up the winding paths. And you would endlessly change the settings, so much so, that I was surprised to see you waiting at the top ahead of me. Wondering how you had managed the climb while distracted with the torment of my pussy. My only consolation up to that point had been watching you have to adjust your shorts over your hard on at various points through out the morning and early afternoon.
The tour of The Old Idaho Penitentiary had been a spur of the moment thing. Dave had mentioned to me a “ghost hunting” team had visited it and knowing my love the spooky thought it would be fun to go. The tours were self guided with “guards” throughout to give the interesting tidbits along the way. In the museum walking through, I swear I could hear the damn thing echoing the vibrations throughout the quiet space. The “guard” there giving a quizzical look while explaining the different types of “shivs” the inmates would make that had been confiscated. I don’t know if he could actually hear it or the look and fluster about me. Going the length of the day intermittently teased and edged, while deliciously so, I was becoming quite discombobulated. While I consider myself articulate, forming a complete and understandable sentence had become increasingly difficult. Left had become right and up, down. You had not gone on unaffected yourself. Slightly proud of myself because I think I have the teasing thing down better than you, you did look a bit rattled now and again. Though ever stoic you would catch yourself, look me dead in the eye, and adjust a detrimental setting that would bring the air in quickly between my teeth. I didn’t know how much more I could honestly take at that point. Thankfully the tour did not include stairs. The jelly, liquidie feeling in my tummy, had moved to my legs. And now the feeling in my abdomen was hot and molten, swirling making an ever increasing outward circle making my tits harden and ache. My nipples had hardened to sharp peaks I swear would cut glass. And my pussy was actually dripping. I was shaved and my juices dripped and seeped down on to my upper thighs. Making what breeze on the hot day a wonderful contrast in sensations. Which caused a shiver to run through me. We had been at the gallows listening about the last execution held there, when your hand at my waist had guided me ahead of the 4 others in our group. At the exit I heard Dave’s bark of laughter as the door closed behind us.
The vibrator forgotten we had walked looking for a prime spot. The day being later in the afternoon and hot there was only a couple other people aside from our group of friends who had ventured on the tour. Opting for more cool options in doors. The penitentiary while having electricity, was only air conditioned in the main offices and museum up front. We had walked five minutes or so looking and had seen no one. You had been leading me by the hands the entire time, me just mindlessly following. All my nerves endings were aflame, every movement sent me a notch higher. You had given up on hiding yourself even. We had come upon som smaller lower buildings apart from each other with marker labeling them “SOLITARY”. I remember entering the building and being blinded by the bright to dim as my eyes had adjusted. The day not only had been hot, but bright as well. Your eyes had adjusted remarkably quick as you had let my hand go to check the separate rooms. It had been cooler and as my eyesight became clearer you grabbed my hand as you walked by taking to the farthest room from the door. The door being off center, two rooms to the right, four to the left and that being the direction we had headed. You all but shoved me into the room while you pulled the door as closed as far as it would go. The latches had been disabled so that they wouldn’t close all the way. Racing away from the door so that you could see I knelt while I pulled your shorts down at the same time. You had immediately sprung up and I sucked your head into my mouth. I loved how fat and purple it had been. I made short work of swallowing you, pushing you past the back of my throat. Gripping your hard thighs it had been all I could do to wait for your word. As I had gotten to my knees you had started the vibrator going. At the rate I had been going I thought for sure I would cum the minute I felt your cock in me. At max length and hardness you had not made me wait long. You pulled me up and placed my palms flat facing the wall as though you were going to “frisk” me. I had flattened my chest and stuck my ass out for you. While you had hiked my skirt up you pulled the vibrator out.
I had let out a frustrated sigh, you had chuckled quietly saying to me, “Oh little one, I only want you to feel me when you cum.”
You had pulled me to you by my hips, your fingers had dug deep, I still had the bruises to prove it. As you pulled me to you, you had thrust hard landing deep. I had yelped loudly and you covered my mouth with a hand pulling my head back to rest on your shoulder. You hadn’t wanted a passer by to hear, and even had done it without losing your rhythm. Fast and hard you had been pumping for a good five minutes or so. I had pushed back meeting you and despite the cooler temp inside we worked up quite a sweat. Vaguely I remember hearing Gavin’s wife laughing distantly, and panicking not because she might catch us fucking, but because i couldn’t remember her name. I had been close to cumming, and you, after hearing her too had quickened you pace.
Your mouth already at my ear whispered hoarsely, “Cum for me little one!” And I did. Hard and hot I had flooded your cock. Thankful that I was in a skirt and your shorts had been kicked to the side. Your grip on me had tightened as you to came. God it had felt so good feeling the pulse of your cock as your hot cum had filled me while my pussy had still quivered around you. We had gulped for air trying to catch our breath enough to get oxygen flowing back to our brains when we heard David speaking louder than was probably necessary to give us fair enough warning that the rest of our group had honed in to our whereabouts. I remember your dash and scramble for your shorts, you had given me back my underwear to catch our juices from my dripping pussy and trying to put them on seemed comical in my head. And I had begun to laugh. The look on your face did in what had been left of my composure. Hastily you finished with buttoning your shorts as my laughter had rung out loud and had carried to the others. They had followed the sound down the corridor to us and all together your confounded look, and their questioning ones, had combined to do me in and I had laughed harder still. Which prompted David, then Lynda . Finally unable and not really knowing why, everyone was laughing. We had stood there a few more minutes laughing when everyone slowly filed back down the corridor to exit as we dawdled behind to finish straightening ourselves. Outside, everyone had still been gathering themselves after a good laugh, with mildly questioning looks as to what had been so funny. David ushering everyone ahead with an amused glint in his eye pointed out that the rose garden by the warden’s house was beautiful.

As always it’s you.