.....a woman returns from work.
There is a strange package sitting on my doorstep, it’s little, wrapped in shiny silver paper and tied with a red bow. I look down the street but can see no one outside, it is dinner time and everyone is home with their families. I pick up the package and carry it into the kitchen. With only a little time before I am due at a friend’s house for a birthday party, I grab a simple sandwich and open the package.
Inside is a small vibrator that can be worn inside a pair of underwear. The packaging claims that the vibrator is discreet, fun, has several vibration modes and speeds. I recognize it as the wireless version of the one I already own, so I look for the remote. But it isn’t in with the packaging. I shake the box upside down, a note drops out. It says, “Wear this tonight.”
My heart skips a beat, I suspect I know who it’s from but the type written note gives nothing away. But then again, who else would be sending me sex toys?
The party is on the other side of town. I can always count on good food (but never on time, hence the sandwich), good wine and good conversation at this house. I needed all three. By the time I arrive the party has been in full swing for some time. This is fairly typical. This particular crowd usually has a beer in their hand before they take off their shoes on a Friday.
The cooler on the back deck was nearly full but I manage to wedge in a bottle of white and take the bottle of red into the kitchen. The host of the party kisses me hello and hands me a corkscrew. I offer the wine to those sitting at the table but only one other person takes me up on my offer. This is mostly a beer crowd.
Rob sits at the end of the table with a beer bottle in his hand arguing with the host’s wife about her choice of music for the evening. He looks up when I come in and gives me a casual nod by way of a greeting. The secrecy is exciting but occasionally need to kiss him in public in front of everyone is almost overwhelming. But it’s impossible. It wouldn’t be wise to let anyone know Rob and I are having a relationship. Sleeping with ones employee is certainly not good for ones career. Although, ‘relationship’ is a strong word for what we share; which is mostly bodily fluids and a few laughs. So, I offer an equally casual nod in return and find a seat at the other end of the table.
Immediately a guest asks my opinion about the Presidential campaign and a loud discussion ensues. I do love a good ‘discussion’, I watch with growing interest as people get agitated and start waving their hands around. It’s a strange way to conduct a discussion because as soon as someone’s beer is empty the discussion is put on hold until a fresh beer has been collected from the garage. It’s nice to know we have our priorities straight; arguing is fun, politics is fun, but beer is serious.
Rob passes me on the way to get a new beer. He gives me a half raised eyebrow in question and I give a tiny nod of my head in return. With a slow smile he heads onto the deck. Almost immediately he reappears with beer in hand, I watch him walk down the hallway. I like the way he moves sort of fluid and contained at the same time. With a knowledge born of several intimate meetings, I already know how strong he is. With a very self satisfied smile playing on his face, he slides his hand into his jeans pocket. I almost jump out of my seat. The vibration against my clitoris instantly turns me on but it’s more than that, I am ridiculously aroused by knowing that he has the remote; that he is in control. Usually I like to be in the driving seat but somehow letting him take control is extremely sexy.
Rob returns to his seat at the end of the table while I struggle to remain composed. My heart rate is steadily climbing. A flush climbs up the skin on my neck, I am sure everyone can tell I’m fighting back a moan. Suddenly the vibration stops as he puts both hands on the table. The abrupt cessation of stimulation is at once both a relief and a frustration. I want you to turn it back on but am also afraid that you will.
Fifteen minutes or so passes, the argument at my end of the table has moved on to what food we will be ordering. I can’t think about food. I can’t think about anything except when and if he is going to turn the vibrator on. Every time he moves his hands I tense up, waiting. I’m sure he is aware of this because he starts moving his hands a lot. I narrow my eyes at him but he just gives me a bland smile. Then he turns it on again.
This time I do jump out of my seat. I pretend that I meant to go and get another drink and head onto the deck but walking only increases the friction. By the time I get to the cooler I’m sweating, my breathing is shallow and my legs feel more than a little wobbly. When the vibrator goes quiet, I lean against the siding to calm my breathing before I have to return to the dining room. This is crazy, why am I letting you do this to me?
What if he pushes me so far I have a “When Harry met Sally” moment? Only I wouldn’t be faking it. I can’t do quiet orgasms and if he makes me come in the middle of the dining room, everyone is going to know. I should just go home. But even as I think it I grab the bottle of white wine and turn to walk back into the house. Testing the limit of what we can get away with is part of the fun after all.
The food decision had been made while I was regaining my self-control outside. Pizza. Big surprise. Before too long it’s time to get the food. Rob has let me be for the past ten minutes and I am grateful. But despite myself I want him to turn it back on now. It’s been too long. I shoot him a look but he ignores me. Everyone is arguing over who is going to go and get the food. I don’t care who gets the food as long as they stop talking about it and just get it done. See? Now I’m getting testy. Turn the fucking thing on!
Thankfully, I feel the vibrator start to hum both on my clitoris and inside me. I close my eyes hoping Rob is enjoying himself too. I don’t know what this does for him, but it sure as hell is working for me. This time though he doesn’t let up. He changes the speed, slowing way down before speeding back up, alternating between the part stimulating my clitoris and the part inside my pussy. He shows no signs he plans to stop any time soon.
Within seconds I start to worry that I will lose control. Heat is creeping through my body. My breasts feel full and heavy; needing to be touched. I am wet. The vibration is great but I need more, I need to feel him, to touch him. I shift in my seat but find no relief. People are moving around putting on coats but I can’t focus on anything but what is going on inside me.
Control is rapidly slipping through my fingers; the beginnings of an orgasm are forming deep inside me. I have to get somewhere private and quickly. I push back from the table and with a focused determination which would have impressed Michael Phleps I stroll to the bathroom. Once safely inside, I lock the door, flick on the fan, hoping to cover any noise I may make, and prepare to let Rob push me over the edge. And just as I relax into the building pressure inside me, the bastard shuts it off. Anger replaces arousal quickly; it’s quite possible I might kill him. At the very least I’m going to have to find him and hurt him.
I pull open the door, bouncing it into the wall behind me and run right into him. He pushes me back into the bathroom up against the wall, pinning me. When he kisses me it’s a demanding kiss that scrambles my thoughts. His hands are on my ass pulling me tight against his hips. I can feel his erection through the fabric of his jeans pressing into my thigh.
When I catch my breath I ask where everyone went. Some went to get food and more beer, he explains and the rest went out to check out Dave’s new Lexus.
It dawns on me that we are alone. Rob is already aware of this, obviously I am playing catch up. Of course he doesn’t have the distraction of a vibrator in his underwear. Although the idea has merit…
“We won’t be alone for long.” Rob says, pulling up my skirt. I unbuckle his jeans and before I have time to think he has yanked my panties aside, dislodging the vibrator only to replace it with his fingers. He is not being very gentle, and I like it. One hand is on my breast squeezing me. He kisses me hard as he pushes his fingers deeper inside me.
“You’re wet.” He says with a smirk.
Ya think! I push his jeans over his hips, freeing his dick which I take in my hand. I firmly stroke him, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive head. He sucks in his breath, pulls his fingers out of me, wedges his knees between mine and forces my legs open. Then he is inside me, with one swift thrust. I wrap one leg around him holding him tight to me.
He is so deep inside me. Dear god you feel good! I close my muscles around him trying to draw him in deeper; I don’t think I can ever get enough of him. His hands are all over my breasts. Mine are on his ass, working with his rhythm to pull him into me. I kiss him urgently, pushing my tongue into his mouth; he tastes of beer and salsa.
I hear a noise outside and break the kiss. People are returning to the house. I begin to panic and try to squirm away but he holds me tight. He is still moving inside me, thrusting deeper each time. I lose focus on the people outside, only able to think about how big and smooth and hard he feels inside me.
During the course of the evening I have been pushed to the point of orgasm twice only to have stopped. I don’t want to stop now, despite the risk of getting caught, or maybe because of the risk, I am about to come and nothing will stop me this time. “Don’t stop.” I tell him urgently, “I’m going to come this time you bastard. Fuck me harder.” He laughs roughly and slams so deep into me, I lose my breath.
A wild cry is bubbling up inside me but I muffle it as best I can by burying my face in his neck, biting the exposed skin above his shirt collar. The front door opens, people are spilling back into the house, talking and laughing and I come. Hard. Great waves of pleasure pulse through me, as they subside I feel Rob come too, emptying himself into me with a series of short sharp spasms.
The guests are taking off coats and hats. Rob is still inside me and I love it but we need to move, we are about to be discovered. He slides out of me holding me upright.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Uh huh.” I answer, resting my forehead on his chest. My whole body is shaking. My legs have turned to jelly. If he lets me go now I will slide down the wall into a heap on the floor.
Pulling myself together, I hiss “Get out, I have to clean up.”
He grins wolfishly at me. I know what we have done is stupid and risky, but damn it was fun! Rob fastens his jeans as he leaves the bathroom. I watch him head into the dinning room, like nothing happened. How do you do it? My brain is scrambled, my legs are rubber and your semen is dripping down my legs. I’m a mess. And I love it.
When I return to the table, dinner is being dished up. I walk behind Rob on my way to my seat. Slipping the vibrator in his coat pocket, I whisper in his ear “Next time, you wear this.” For a very gratifying second, his cool façade cracks as he contemplates the idea. Playing with you is going to be so much fun!
