She had felt a little self-conscious at first, convinced everyone knew, but each time she thought of what was to come she couldn't help the little tingle that coursed through her.
His instructions had been specific, she was to get the train to London, she was to dress in her smart business suit, wearing the silk blouse he had bought her, but, and this was where he was insistent, she was to wear no underwear. Although slightly uncomfortable with being in public, in a short skirt with out any panties, it was the next bit that had tested her resolve. In with the blouse, had been a small egg shaped vibrator with a wire running from it to a control switch. She was to insert it, feeding the wire through her pocket lining. She unconsciously felt in her pocket as she thought back to the gift, yeah, the switch was nestled comfortably, waiting her command. The last item in the package had been a pair of delicate nipple rings which she was instructed to slip on under the silk blouse. The whole effect was becoming almost unbearable and the vibrator wasn't even on yet.
Now here she was, staring out of the window at the swiftly passing landscape, her thoughts on the rest of the weekend. It had all started as a little harmless fun, she was bored and had discovered the joys of Internet chatting. She had, over the months spoken to Pete at length, sharing her darkest fantasies with a complete stranger, until he had suggested this weekend. Now she wondered what she had let herself in for.
She was suddenly startled by the ringing of her mobile, Pete.
"Hi babe, how you feeling? Follow all the instructions?"
"Of course" she smiled "I was always good at carrying out orders."
"Good, 'cos I have some more for you"
"Go ahead" anticipation in her voice
"Put your hand in your pocket, and switch on my little present, only to low, mind, don't want you suddenly scaring the other passengers" mock sterness in his voice.
"What? now?" Her eyes darting round the packed carriage.
"Are you questioning my orders, 'cos you know what happens to bad girls besides you know you want to you horny little bitch"
She reached into her pocket, blushing furiously as she switched on the device. She listened hard, convinced some tell tale buzzing sound would suddenly emanate from her vicinity and then everyone would know. But true to the description, it was silent. She tensed her thighs as the soothing vibrations began to flow through her body.
"Still, there babe, or is it all too much already?" He teased
"No, fine" She replied hearing the tremor in her voice.
"So, wasn't too hard was it? Now, I just want you to sit back, relax and read the documents I gave you. Phone me when you're finished" and with that he hung up before she could utter another word.
She reached into her brief case and pulled out the file he had sent her, curious as to its contents. She started to read the first page, then blushed again as she realised the subject of the story she was holding. The whole file contained a collection of erotic stories, covering a wide subject matter, some of which she hadn't even heard about and she thought she was quite liberated.
The more she read, the hotter she became. She could feel her erect nipples brushing the silk, a soft breeze had found its way between her legs to her naked sex and was assisting the gentle rhythmic pulsating of the vibrator. By the time she had finished the file, she was silently screaming for release.
He answered his phone after what seemed like an age.
"Enjoy the reading material? Oh I can tell you did, I can hear it in your breathing and bet by now your soaking wet, those delicious juices sliding down those beautiful soft inner thighs."
He breathing was becoming a problem.
"So" he continued, "lets see how controlled you can be then shall we? I think it's time you turned that wonderful machine up a notch don't you"
"But..Pete I.."
"No arguments sweetness or there will be some severe punishments later"
She reached into the pocket and flicked the control switch once and nearly gasped out loud as the rhythm intensified
"Now listen to the rest of the instructions"
She could hardly concentrate on his voice as she desperately tried to keep her body under control. At the end of the conversation, he instructed her to switch the device off and told her in no uncertain terms was she to even consider finishing the job off herself in the privacy of the toilet cubicle, he would know and reprimand would follow.
By the time the train pulled into her station, 15 minutes later, she felt like she could fuck the first half-decent man she encountered. Picking up her small case, she made her way to the exit not convinced her trembling legs would support her. He had given her directions to the hotel and instructed her to ask reception to phone his room when she arrived, further orders would follow..
She reached the hotel in time, checking the address he had given her twice as she saw the imposing façade and the uniformed doorman. Well he certainly liked to do it in style.
The foyer was imposing with vast expanses of marble floor with islands of plush deep carpet dotted with comfortable chairs. She approached the huge reception desk, feeling out of place in such obviously expensive surroundings.
"Can I help you?" an immaculate receptionist enquired
"Yes, could you phone through to Mr Johnson's room, to let him know I'm here?"
"Oh, you must be Miss Farrell" She smiled, "He's expecting you." As she waited for the call to go through she added "We told him we provide our own in house PA and secretarial support for visiting businessmen, but he insisted you were the best for the job. I'm impressed, Mr Johnson is a very demanding man to work for I believe." Giving her a wink.
All she could do was smile, or was she really just being paranoid, imagining the subtle message hidden in the conversation that said I know what you're doing here.
When she turned back to the receptionist, the phone was just being put down.
