"This goes inside," he said, indicating the main body of the little device and she spread her legs and he slowly slid it into her love canal. "And this," he said, pointing to the thin and curved plastic piece with the small and shallow cup on the end, "nestles right here against the good stuff." With that he pushed the body inside a little further so that the little cup was pressed tightly against her clitoris. She jerked a little when he put it in place. She was beginning to get very nervous.
"Okay," she said, a determined sound to her voice. "Open that drawer," she pointed, "and get those little red bikini panties and hand them to me." He did and she stood, dress still around her waist, and pulled them on. "I'd hate to have it fall out at the party and have to explain what it was." She was amazed that she could show a little humor with what was going to happen. She smoothed the dress down as he held another little device in his hand, showing it to her.
"Three settings, low, medium and high and an on/off switch. Very simple device."
With that he slide the little switch forward and then quickly back and Kim bucked, a loud, "oh" escaping her lips.
"Shit," she said. "That thing works too well."
"That was on low. Let's just see what hi is like." A second later he slid the switch again. A loud, "Aaahhh," came out this time as she exhaled sharply. Recovering she said, "Please, limited use of that one."
"Trust me," he said, but she didn't really.
The Wiltshire Club was a somewhat small club that catered to a regular and older clientele and was rented out for private parties on a limited scale. But Pete's company had used it for their Christmas part for many years now. With the company growing as it was, Pete had noticed last year that the club was very crowded and he was surprised that it was being used again this year as he had thought they might find a larger facility. But, never-the-less, the party was there and they were approaching the front door after finding a place to park in the very crowded lot. Pete took Kim's coat and had to lay it in the corner of the overwhelmed coat room as there were no more hooks available. They had hardly stepped into the main room when a slightly older man that Kim recognized waved and came over to meet them.
"Hi Pete, and welcome. And hello there. . . Mrs. Pete, since I'm afraid I don't remember your first name." She knew it was Andrew Warner, the owner of the company.
Holding out her hand she said, "I'm Kim-m-m-m-m," as Pete gave the switch on the remote a little flip. "Sorry," she added quickly, "I choked there," and she laughed, actually wanting to give Pete a good kick in the balls.
"Sorry I forgot your name," he said, grasping her hand. "Kim. I'll try to remember that in the future. Actually, for someone as beautiful and striking as yourself, I'm not sure how I could forget. Have a good time tonight, okay." He smiled at her and at Pete and walked away, greeting others as he went. Now she could sense what her evening was going to be like and she wasn't looking forward to it at all.
That first time she had been totally unprepared for the vibrations, but now she thought she could be ready and could handle it a little better. As they met and spoke to others she tried to outfox him a little and he seemed to be willing to play the game too. His pulses were fairly short and she would sometimes look like she was going to speak, but not actually say anything until the vibrating stopped. Actually, she knew it had a battery of some kind and she was praying that it would run out of power and she could enjoy the evening a little more. She tried to remember how long it had lasted those few times he had used it during their lovemaking but that was no help since she had cum so fast that she had no idea how long it could go on like that. When Pete went off to the rest room she decided to get a drink from the bar. As she was opening her mouth to order the vibrations suddenly began and she lowered her head, trying not to gasp and hoped the bartender would think she was just pondering on her drink. When it stopped after four or five seconds she looked over at the restroom door where Pete was standing, grinning. Rather than a glass of wine she ordered a "stiff" martini, hoping that might help deaden the sensations a little.
Another result of all of this was something that she had forgotten about when she bought the dress, as there had been no real necessity then to even think about it. But, that had changed. With the vibration and the stimulations, more than one part of her body was responding and she was aware, as she walked back to her table, that her nipples were producing rather prominent bumps on the front of the dress and, with the plain color and lack of any other design, it was going to be hard to keep them from showing for the rest of the evening.
The evening went on like that. They would be sitting at a table, talking to people and, if she was just listening, he would switch it on for 10 seconds, watching her try to keep a straight face and act like nothing was happening. All of this was having the comic effect that Pete wanted but it was also turning up her arousal level several notches with each little flick of his switch and she would give anything right now to reach under her dress and take care of herself or drag Pete under the table so he could take care of her. She went to the rest room once to the off and on vibrating as she lurched and twisted her way across the room. Inside the stall, she had to take it out to accomplish what she had come in there for and was tempted to leave it out, just faking for Pete. Of course, she wouldn't know when he was pushing the switch so that was discarded as a stupid idea. She carefully put it back in place, arranged those little bikini panties which she was surprised didn't show through the dress, and went back to join the party.
When she got back to the table, Pete introduced her to Ryan who she knew was fairly new, single and was working very closely with Pete on several projects. He had spoken of Ryan often although he had neglected to mention that he was about six feet of lusciousness, blond hair, very blue eyes and, being single, able to work out quite a bit. He smiled at her and she enjoyed the deep baritone voice that was asking her questions about herself. Pete was watching them talking and the smile on his face set her antennae in motion. There was something going on with Ryan, and he hadn't vibrated her once since they had been talking. She was aware that the DJ had gotten the music started and the little dance floor was filling up rapidly. She enjoyed dancing and always had but Pete didn't so she expected to spend a good bit of time sitting unless some of the other men politely asked her to dance which often happened at these parties. And, she thought, the red dress might help that along nicely.
But, she needn't have worried as Ryan stood up and held out his hand, inviting her to dance as he glanced over at Pete who just knowingly nodded. Something was up and her mind began to grope for answers. He guided her through the very crowded dance floor to the opposite edge, by the far wall. She wondered what his intentions were as he seemed to be getting as far from Pete as possible. They began to dance, if it could be called that as the floor was extremely crowded as lots of people seemed to want to dance to the slow music the DJ was playing. Ryan was talking to her, joking about things that happened with himself and Pete at work. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
She suddenly and uncontrollably jerked on poor Ryan as the vibrations started . . . and didn't stop. She had to put her head against Ryan's shoulder so he wouldn't see her face and she hoped he didn't get the wrong idea. The vibrations just kept on and she was beginning to lose the strength in her legs so she, in self-defense, let loose of his left hand and put both arms around his neck, holding most of her weight there. She didn't know what else to do but he certainly wasn't complaining yet. Then, she felt the intensity of the vibrations increase - Pete had raised the level. She was having trouble keeping her hips from actually bucking against Ryan as they danced, or rather as he held her up and they just sort of moved in place, and as she thought about it more she realized she was doing just that, but she couldn't stop herself. And, with that thought in her mind the intensity jumped again accompanied by an audible gasp from her. She had never imagined, in her fantasies, what this would be like.
Ryan had both arms around her waist and she could feel his hands on her bare back as he held her up. Her breathing was very ragged as the sensations rocketed through her body. Now, with that body against his she was sure she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. That just seemed to raise her excitement level, if that was possible, as more and more of her weight was held up by Ryan's arms and neck and, her lust blinded brain, even in her passionate stupor, realized that no one would do that unless they knew what was happening. And, not thinking quite straight with her clit humming to those vibrations, she pulled one of her hands down to check if that was indeed his erection, touching it for just a moment in confirmation, then back around his neck again.
Ryan was like a high-powered sports car, sitting at the red light revving its engine in anticipation. Kim's touch on his erection was the green light he had been waiting for. He let out the clutch and was off. Pete had told him a few days ago what the plan was and asked him to help out, which, since he saw Kim's picture on Pete's desk several times a day, he knew would not be difficult at all and he had hardly been able to wait for the time to arrive. Now it was here and, with the light now green via her touch, he zoomed into action. Slowly his left hand, which had been enjoying its spot on her bare back which was now beginning to get a little moist with the perspiration of her arousal, slid gently downward to the scoop of that red dress, carefully lifting the edge and sliding under. He felt the tiny strap of the bikini pants and slid under that as well, moving across and still downward until he felt the cleft between those beautiful buns he had noticed earlier. His finger went in that crack to the accompaniment of her moans which hadn't slowed since he had felt that touch from her.
