Remote Control

It had been a long, hard week at the office and she was glad it was Friday. Throwing her keys on the counter, she searched the apartment for her boyfriend. She was ready to let off some steam and he had better be ready for it, she thought mischievously to herself. But he was nowhere to be found. Sighing deeply in disappointment, she stepped into the kitchen for a glass of wine. At least she could relax with a drink and a nice bubble bath before he got home. The thought of the warm, soapy water against her skin brought a smile to her face.

She grabbed a bottle of her favorite merlot and a glass. But before she could pour her first drink her phone chimed. A text message. Please God, don't let it be work, she begged. Looking down at the screen she saw that it was an unknown number. The message read: "The front door."

How strange. Probably a wrong number. She set the phone down on the counter and poured her glass of wine. But she couldn't stop thinking about the text. She looked down at her phone and stared for a moment, as if it was going to give her some clue or answer.

Biting her lower lip in contemplation, she grabbed the phone again. "Who is this?", she texted back. A moment passed and her phone chimed again. "The front door."

Now she was really curious. She set down the glass of wine and hurried to the door. She could see no one through the peep-hole. Unlocking the bolt and twisting the knob she slowly opened the door. No one was there. Just a very small, ornate box sitting on the welcome matt. A scarlet red bow adorned the top and a tiny white envelope was slid under one of the ribbons. She picked it up and shut the door.

Inside, she removed the card and opened it. The hand written message read:

"A present for you. Enjoy

-X"

A twinge of excitement ran up her spine as she opened the box. Inside was a small, pink plastic egg. She had seen one of these before at the adult store. It was some kind of vibrator but this one had no on or off switches. Strange.

She took out her phone again and texted, "I opened the package. Now who is this?"

A moment later her phone chimed. The text read; "Put on something sexy and go to the bar on 5th and Essex. Be there in one hour. Don't forget the present I gave you."

She stared at the message for a long silent moment, not sure what to do. She was a little scared but exhilarated at the same time. Was this her boyfriend playing a trick on her? Or was it someone else? Someone she knew, maybe? Looking down at the pink device in the box, she suddenly got a twinge of excitement between her legs. Biting her lower lip, she struggled with what to do.

One hour later she was stepping out of a taxi on 5th and Essex. The short, tight red dress clung to her form as she moved. She loved this dress. It showed off her toned legs and wonderful cleavage perfectly. She'd wear this any time she was feeling particularly mischievous. Or if she wanted to really tease her boyfriend. Show him as much skin as possible and make him wait for it all night. Like something through a window that you could see but couldn't have. At least not until she wanted him to have it.

Laughing to herself she walked down the sidewalk to the bar. Her stiletto heels clicking against the pavement as he moved. She was only about a block away when she heard the distinctive sound of her phone chiming once again.

Removing her phone from her purse she read the screen. "Stop". She was confused but froze in place. Another chime. "Put it in before you go inside".

Her eyes scanned the streets to try and see if the person was watching her. Surely he had to be close by to know where she was. Too many people though. Men, women, couples; people walking their dogs strolled up and down the sidewalk. There would be no way to tell who it was. Plus, the outfit she was wearing drew attention in and of itself. Naturally men were looking in her direction.

Fine, I'll play your game, she thought to herself. Looking around she spotted a nearby ally that seemed to be clear and rushed over. Once reasonably safe around the corner she took out the egg and pulled up her dress. Sliding it in wasn't a problem as she was already starting to get very wet. The plastic egg slipped between her soft lips. She could feel it stretching her pussy gently as she pushed it in. And with a final pleasurable slip it entered her fully. She couldn't help but rub her fingers over her clit a few times before pulling her dress back down. She felt so dirty but it excited her too much to stop.

Entering the bar, she once again scanned the room. No use. Half the bar was staring at her men and women. She sat down at the bar and took her phone back out. "I'm at the bar", she texted.

A moment later the phone chimed. "Order a drink", it read. She smiled. Half frustrated and impatient; and half excited. Waving the bartender over, she took out her wallet. The bartender was tall and handsome. He had on a black t-shirt that showed off his toned chest and arms. Naughtily she wished it would be him sending the texts.

"What can I get you?", the bartender asked. But just as she opened her mouth to place her order, the vibrator inside of her went off, sending a quick shock of pleasure up her body. She let out a soft involuntary gasp and her hand instinctively shot to her thighs. Then it was gone.

"Miss", the bartender broke in. "Are you okay?" She removed her hand from her legs and recomposed herself. "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Sorry. Don't know what came over me. I'll have a vodka martini, dirty. Thank you."

The bartender went and started to make her drink. Her eyes once again scanned the bar for any clues as to who it was. Once again the vibe went off. This time for longer. She was prepared this time but still couldn't help rubbing her thighs together to hold in the wonderful feeling. Her ass wiggled in her seat and her hand rested on her leg as if ready to dive between them at a second's notice if needed.

The feeling seemed to last forever. She could see the bartender walking back over to her with her drink and she prayed silently that it would stop before he reached her or she feared he would somehow know. And just as he set the glass down on the bar it stopped.

"There you go miss", he said politely, not showing any signs that he was aware of what had just happened. She took down the drink hungrily and set the empty glass on the counter.

Her phone chimed. "That was the first level. Shall we try the others? There are four more. I bet your panties are soaked already", it read.

Oh shit, she thought. If that was the lowest setting of this thing than she wasn't going to be able to hide what was going on for much longer. She stepped down from the barstool to get away but the second her heel hit the floor, the vibe jumped to life once again. This time it was a slightly more potent sensation.

Instantly, she rose back up onto the edge of the barstool, more for support than anything else. Her lips started to part but she caught herself and pulled them back together. A few men stared at her. She still couldn't tell if it was because of the dress or the fact that she was acting quite peculiar at the moment.

The vibe stopped and the feeling subsided. The wave of pleasure lasted for a few seconds afterwards. Like the aftershock of an earthquake. Once again, she attempted to recompose herself. She stood up and started to head off to the ladies room but was cut off by a cocktail waitress.

"Excuse me miss. But the gentleman over there asked me to get a drink for you on him", she said. "What would you like?"

Looking across the room she couldn't tell who the waitress was referring to. "Who asked you?" The waitress turned around and looked for the man. "I don't see him anymore. But he paid me in cash for the drink if you still would like it."

Another chime. The text read, "That was level 2. Getting bored with this. Lets jump up a few. I wanna see you squirm."

A look of panic washed over her face. Oh fuck, she thought, turning quickly to the waitress. "Consider it a ti.....". The vibe went off inside of her. It shook and buzzed harder than it had before. She let out a squeal and gripped the wall. Trying to hold onto anything close by. Her legs started to buckle under her and her lips parted.

The waitress looked at her, concerned. "Are you okay?" Mustering all the strength she had she straightened up the best she could and choked out a reply. "I'm fine, thank you." But as soon as the waitress was gone she lost control again and started to hobble to the restrooms. Sweat started to drip down her skin as she fought the urge to moan aloud. The sensation between her legs was starting to become unbearable.

Her phone chimed. She burst through the doors of the ladies room and locked it behind her. She didn't have time to look and see if anyone was inside she just didn't want any more coming in. Looking down at her phone she saw the words she was dreading. "Level 5. Are you ready?"

She threw down the phone and scurried into one of the stalls just as the explosion hit her. The vibrator hummed and shook inside her pussy. Her entire body shook uncontrollably and she collapsed onto the toilet seat. Her left hand gripping for anything it could to hold onto and her right pressed hard between her legs. A loud moan emanated from deep within her and echoed throughout the room. The moans quickly turned to screams of ecstasy as the orgasm welled up inside of her. Her thighs clinched together as if drawn by magnets. Her whole body convulsed and every muscle tightened as the feeling became too much and she screamed aloud. Head thrown back, mouth open wide, and hips bucking as if her lover was right there fucking her with his rock hard cock.

And then the vibrator stopped and she collapsed down fully onto the seat. She was crying and panting at the same time. And as the world started to come back into focus and she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she noticed the pair of heels in the next stall.

The woman didn't move. She didn't make a sound. Probably too embarrassed by what she just heard to do or say anything. A chime echoed through the room. She reached down on the floor and picked up her phone.

It read, "Your welcome. -X"