You met him in the hotel bar as he instructed. The lobby was crowded for the art show and the bar was dimly lit compared to the lobby. The first thing you noticed was that he was dressed wearing a black tie and dinner jacket. He had been precise about your evening gown, your makeup and your hair and now you could see why - together you made an elegant pair. Your shoes were his favorite pair of high heels; he fucked you hard every time you wore then and you hoped to continue the tradition. He had such a sexy evil smile that you knew something was up. “You look stunning” when you walked up “I just want to eat you up.” You kiss him lightly and say, “I certainly hope you have me soon” The crowd at the bar is engaged in their own private huddles, so close but oblivious to the increasing sexual magnetism between the two of you. Jack says “I will make you a trade” and hands you a small wooden box. You set it on the table between the two of you and open to find two silver balls. “I will trade these for your panties.” You lift them out of the velvet limed box. They are smooth and heavy and when you shift them around, it feels like they have another ball rolling around the inside. “Are these the Ben Wa balls we talked about?” You asked. He nodded, affirming your guess, his eyes locked with yours. You had seen a reference in a catalog and now you were about to find out firsthand. You start to get up and he stops you. “I want to watch” You look around, rise up a little from your chair and tug your panties off. The only one who notices is one of the bartenders. Your slit up the side of your dress allows you to remove the panties without much trouble, then you take one of the balls and reach between your legs and pop it in. You can tell Jack is aroused by your show, so you take a little more time pushing the second one into your pussy. Jack notices the bartender is watching you and you take note of the obvious bulge in Jack’s pants. At first the metal balls are cold but quickly heat up to your body heat. Jack invites you to take your drink and walk through the art show. He gets up and your panties disappear into his pocket. You get up notice the balls shift a bit inside you, so you tense up to keep them in place. Jack is watching your face as you start walking with his toward the lobby. The sensation of the Ben Wa is peculiar, like a vibration, but not quite. You are still squeezed inside, which forces the magic orbs against the sensitive walls of your vagina. As you get used to the feeling, it’s more like a tickle or a tease, your arousal in your core enough to be a constant whisper of pleasure. You were wet as soon as you lost your panties, but now you have had enough of this teasing stimulation. “Jack, honey,” you whisper to him “I don’t think I can take much more. Could you take me to your and fuck me hard? I’m wearing your favorite ‘fuck me’ heels.” You don’t need to ask twice.