I'd never really thought much about my neighbor's daughter as she was growing up.
Sybil was pretty quiet and introverted and if I said hello to her she'd make some unintelligible sound in response, avoid eye contact, and then scurry away. Hate to admit it but I simply didn't give her much thought.
Then when she hit sixteen she went from being shy and quiet to being Chatty Cathy. It was quite the change and she started speaking to me and that turned into a lot of long conversations on my front porch. I might add that her transformation also included becoming a young woman who was in my personal opinion just right.
Only after she turned eighteen did she get invited inside the house to talk.
And talk she did!
There was a rapid fire series of dates from the crop of boys at Kansas City Community College but nothing ever got serious. I got to hear all the details of the various dates and how the boys had failed to meet Sybil's standards for a boyfriend and thus that role had yet to be filled.
Her freshman year ended and the summer came along with the usual heat and humidity of a typical KC summer. Our chats moved from the porch to the much cooler basement where I'd made a very comfortable and windowless living room. The space was carpeted and I'd had a triple layer of padding installed under the carpet to give some extra insulation in the winter and it had the added bonus of feeling great on your bare feet. The furniture was what you'd expect with a couple over stuffed chairs, a coffee table, and a cozy futon sofa/couch with a big screen TV on the wall. I might also mention the wet bar and the full bathroom I'd installed.
Somehow the new location changed the tenor of Sybil's chats with me and she started to breach the subject of sex rather often. Her openness might have had a little to do with the fact that I made my liquor cabinet available to her.
One afternoon after a few Mint Juleps she confessed that she'd never had a very good orgasm although she didn't come right out and say it like that. I had to decode her very circumspect way of addressing the subject until I figured it out and just said, "Oh, you mean you've never had one of those toe-curling orgasms you've heard about?"
The shy version of Sybil briefly appeared as she flushed with embarrassment.
"Have you ever tried any sex toys?" I asked.
Her eyes rolled at me, "Oh my God, my parents would lose their shit if they caught me with something like that!"
"What if you could keep it here?" I said, gesturing to my very comfy basement.
She knitted her eyebrows as she responded, "Wouldn't that be a little inappropriate?"
I shook my head, "No, you could come down here when I'm at work and do whatever you want. And then you can keep it to yourself if you wish."
She mulled it over a moment. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Nope, not at all. You need some personal space and I have space that you can use for personal reasons, how's that?"
She looked down at her feet and then back up at me. "You really wouldn't mind?"
"I said it, didn't I?"
Chatty Cathy surfaced again as Sybil started a whole new conversation about sex toys and where to order them, what to order, and how to use them. After maybe a half an hour chat I pulled out my phone and got on Amazon. A few clicks later there was a decent assortment of sex toys on their way to my house.
Sybil went home for dinner and I left the requisite type and number of batteries on my basement coffee table for her to use.
The next morning I took off for work and just before lunch time I got a text saying that my delivery had arrived. I smiled figuring Sybil would have a nice afternoon setting up and maybe even getting to try out some of her new toys.
When I got home the house was empty. I headed for the basement and everything was in order. I smiled when I checked the trash can and found several empty packages in it. Then I looked around the room and saw a small bag next to my sofa and picked it up. Opening it I found the two vibrating dildos (one shaped like a slim penis and the other a G-spot stimulator), and I also found the two silver bullet vibrators...one large and one small. All four of the toys were heavy with batteries.
I sniffed them hoping to get a scent but Sybil had either demurred to use them or else she'd been responsible and cleaned them after she was done with them.
I didn't see Sybil that night so I wasn't going to hear the details of her day. I figured she'd tell me when she was ready.
The next day was much the same for me, a commute to work, a boring day at work, and then a commute home.
When I got home I opened the front door and could hear noise downstairs.
"Sybil?" I called out.
"Just a minute!" came her plea from down below.
I headed for the kitchen to find a cool drink and start some dinner. It was a few minutes later when Sybil came upstairs and it was pretty clear she'd been in a rush to get dressed.
I smirked and said, "I gather you had a nice day?"
She looked down at the floor, "Uh, yeah...sorry I wasn't ready for you the time just got away from me!"
I uncorked a bottle of Cabernet as we had a polite conversation about work, the weather, them Dodgers, and etc.
After the second glass of wine was poured I asked her about the toys.
She responded with a bunch of evasive comments until I finally just said, "I just want to know if you had your toe curling orgasm yet?"
Her lips scrunched up and then she just said, "No."
Pulling her tank top down a bit she continued, "It's not like nothing happened because it did. I tried the dildos and they were nice. The small silver thing was nice but the large one was just too big."
I encouraged her to give the toys that worked some time and I also encouraged her to help herself to a glass of wine before her sex play to maybe relax her and get her more in the mood. She agreed and said she'd try that.
On the way home the next day I stopped by Costco and picked up one of their fluffy oversize bathrobes figuring that Sybil needed something to put on when 'time got away' from her again. It was well received.
That evening we sat out on the porch and chatted a bit about Sybil's needs. In the course of the chat I had an idea.
"Sybil, would you mind if I tried to build you something?"
"Um, what?"
"I'm an engineer and we solve problems by building things. You have a problem so I'd like to build a solution. What can it hurt?"
She agreed to let me build something but made no promises that she'd use it.
That evening I was pretty excited and started doing a ton of reading on Sybians. Seems the main feature for them is the vibration but I noticed that some of the women who commented about the devices complained that they were missing the thrusting aspect of sex.
So for the next four weeks I ordered parts, assembled them, tested them, altered them, threw some away, gave up on one approach and then started another, until finally I was finished!
I arranged to have Sybil come over on Saturday for the unveiling and first test ride of my new project. Her parents were away in Wichita to see family so that gave me all of Saturday and on into Monday morning to play with Sybil.
It was ten sharp when she came in the back door of the house. She wore a cute little sunflower dress and from what I could tell, little else. Myself I was in a t-shirt and gym shorts as is usual for me on a Saturday morning.
I was treated to a perky "Hi!"
"Hi, yourself! Care for a cup of coffee?"
"That'd be nice, thank you!" she politely replied.
We sat down at the kitchen counter and I deliberately avoided talking about what it was I was going to unveil for her. I wanted her to ask about it.
It took a while but it eventually came out, "Okay, so where's this thing you made?"
I sipped the coffee and then put it down. "In the basement, of course."
I led the way and when we got downstairs there it was in the middle of my living room floor covered by a sheet. I'd moved the coffee table to make room for it.
Sybil looked at me.
"Go ahead, it's yours."
She uncovered it and there was a little gasp as she beheld and understood the device.
It was a Sybian but with my own improvements.
The device was bolted in the center of what looked like a chair. The Sybian itself was the seat. There were stirrups on either side of the saddle for Sybil's feet and the straps made it clear her feet were to be secured. And then her arms would be secured into the armrests. She'd be comfortably secured in a riding position.
There was the requisite ridge down the top of the saddle but instead of the usual small cock-like device mounted on top I'd added a soft silicone cock of modest size. The soft silicone cock had a hollow aluminum core embedded inside to better conduct the tremors from the vibrators that were hidden inside the saddle. The aluminum core was wrapped with a subtle heating element. A bit less than four inches of the cock extended from the saddle. There were also a few other surprises.
"I'm supposed to get on this?"
"Yeah, that's the idea." I said.
She looked around it and touched the cock. Then she looked at the restraints. "Um, how do I use the thing if I have to be tied into it?"
I shook my head. "You don't control it, I do. That's part of why this is going to work better is because you won't be anticipating what comes next."
"Wait a second, you want me to get naked and get on this thing in front of you?"
I shrugged, "Well, yeah. I'd say wear your robe but I expect you're going to get pretty sweaty and the robe will just make you hotter. Besides, after all this time don't you trust me?"
I could tell I had her there.
"You won't laugh when you see me naked?"
"No, I won't. I promise no laughing."
She thought about it and then said, "Okay, but I need another glass of wine."
I obliged and shortly returned with a large glass of Cabernet. When I came back to the basement Sybil had already doffed her dress and put on her robe. I have to admit that I felt myself getting hard thinking about the fact that her bare body was the only thing under that robe.
Sybil surprised me and downed the glass of wine in one shot.
"Okay, what next?" she asked.
I handed her a bottle of lube. "First thing is for you to lube up that thing," I pointed at the cock, "and I'd recommend putting some on yourself before we get started."
"Oh, man," she giggled, "I can't believe I'm doing this!"
She put some of the lube in her hand and got her hand around the cock. She squeezed it and felt it and then she reached her hand under her robe where I imagined her slick fingers lubing her pussy lips.
"Okay..." she said.
