Basil and I had been together about six months, and we were struggling to think of new ways to keep things fresh. After all, there's only so much you can do with balloons.
We went on regular dates, too. Like this particular day, we went for a walk in the countryside. And if I thought Basil couldn't incorporate my fetish into that, I was wrong.
We settled under a tree, laid out our picnic blanket and food, and, out the corner of my eye, I could see Basil pull something purple out of his shirt pocket. I didn't realise what it was until he put it to his lips and started blowing it up. I heard the woosh of air going into the balloon and the floodgates in my panties opened.
"Basil," I managed to say… "Here? In public?"
He stopped blowing for a second, "Why not?" He stretched the neck back and then continued to blow. I was getting hornier by the second.
"Would you like me to stop?" he asked.
I didn't know what I wanted. I said nothing. I bit my lip, and he continued to blow. It looked like he was going to pop it, and that made me feel as if I was going to pop, too. But I decided I wanted to save myself for him. "Basil.. Please stop."
"Why? This is fun!" He started blowing up the balloon again.
"Blowing up the balloon or watching me squirm?"
"Both!"
*POP!*
I could feel myself come. I wanted to save myself for him, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen, Oh well, I could easily get wet again and be able to make love to him when we got home.