‘What’s this?’ Hannah asked.
‘It’s a vibrator,’ Peter replied matter-of-factly.
The pretty brunette rolled her eyes. ‘I can see it’s a vibrator. What I’m saying is, why have you bought it for me? I have a vibrator. You know I have a vibrator – you used it on me last night.’ She smiled at the memory of the previous evening’s back-arching orgasm.
‘Ah,’ her boyfriend said, raising his index finger. ‘But this is a remote control vibrator.’
Hannah raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Oh,’ she said, returning her attention to the hot pink device in her hand. ‘So I wear this and you watch me as you control it?’
‘Exactly,’ Peter replied.
Hannah shrugged. ‘Okay, I can go for that.’
She loved the way he always found ways to keep things fun. Not that he really needed to, their sex was always great. And frequent.
‘That part goes inside you,’ he said, pointing.
His girlfriend looked at him in fake derision. ‘Thank you,’ she replied. ‘I think I’ve been putting things inside me long enough to know what goes where.’
Peter nodded, and then quickly pointed again. ‘And that part goes on your clit.’
Hannah gave him a look.
‘But you knew that,’ he said.
Hannah nodded.
‘It looks good,’ she said, turning it over in her fingers. ‘Nice and curvy.’
‘So you like it?’ Peter asked.
‘I do,’ she replied. ‘From a purely asthenic standpoint, it looks good. But I am going to hold back my full review until I have given it a comprehensive test run.’
Peter nodded as though he was listening to her reviewing a car or a new television set.
‘Okay,’ he said suddenly. ‘Shall we go out for coffee?’
Hannah looked surprised. ‘Alright,’ she said. ‘But I thought we were going to give this little guy a try.’
‘Oh, sorry,’ he replied. ‘Perhaps I wasn’t clear – I meant the three of us going out for coffee.’
Hannah looked confused but he just stared back at her, watching as it dawned on her.
‘Oh!’ she said. ‘You mean you want me to put this in and then we go out.’
‘Exactly.’
She paused, going over the implications. She was nervous at the suggestion – she knew if she really didn’t want to do it that he wouldn’t push it, but she had to admit that the idea intrigued and excited her.
‘Okay,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘I’ll be right back.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘To the bathroom.’
‘Do it here,’ he said, a mischievous grin creasing the corners of his mouth.
‘You want me to take my jeans and panties down right here, and put this inside me?’
‘We’re in our kitchen,’ he said, looking around.
‘I might need some lubrication,’ she replied, but even as she said it she knew that the conversation was already starting to make her wet.
‘I’ll be right back,’ Peter said, standing up and heading to their bedroom, returning a few moments later with a half-empty tube.
‘That was fast,’ Hannah said, taking the tube off him. He shrugged, watching her.
‘What?’ she asked.
‘I’m waiting for you to do it,’ he replied.
‘You want to watch?’
‘Of course.’
‘Weirdo.’
Peter shrugged in acceptance, watching as his slim girlfriend stood from the kitchen stool, popping the button on her skinny jeans before lowering the zip and shimmying her hips to reveal a nude-colored thong. He could already feel himself hardening.
Hannah slid her underwear down her hips. Her vagina, as usual, was waxed smooth. She picked up the tube, popped the cap, and squeezed a blob onto the vibrator, spreading it before reaching between her firm thighs. Her eyes fluttered as she pushed the vibrator between her lips.
‘Oh, that’s nice,’ she said as it settled inside her. Finally, she adjusted the external part over her clitoris, and then pulled her panties and jeans back up.
‘All set?’ Peter asked.
Hannah nodded, getting used to the feel of the bulbous sex toy inside her.
‘Okay, let’s go,’ he said, standing up,
‘Wait, I need to wipe off this lubrication,’ Hannah said, looking around for a hand towel, absentmindedly wiping her fingers down her white t-shift. ‘Great,’ she said, looking down at the visible stain. ‘Now I need to change this.’
Peter smiled, shaking his head. He loved how together she was the majority of the time, but how she could still be goofy. He watched her tight little ass as she turned to leave the kitchen, her walking a little awkward.
‘Oh, this feels weird,’ she said, looking back at him. ‘Nice, but a little – unusual.’
In their bedroom Hannah stripped off her soiled t-shirt and opened a drawer, rummaging through the contents until she found what she wanted. She pulled the white tank top over her head, flicking her long brown hair back before adjusting her large breasts inside her padded bra, making sure her cleavage was on display. Although Peter always told her how he’d first noticed how beautiful she was, she knew he’d also liked her breasts, still always paying them a lot of attention, whether they were making love or not.
Feeling happy with her appearance, Hannah took a short denim jacket from the closet and walked out of the bedroom.
In the kitchen, Peter was standing, looking at his phone.
‘Are we going to try it before we go?’ Hannah asked.
‘No, I think it’ll be more fun to wait until we’re out,’ he replied not looking up.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked, used to his attention being on her when she walked into a room.
‘I’m just looking at the app that controls the vibrator.’
‘Oh, it’s controlled by an app?’ she asked.
Peter nodded.
‘So can I also have the app on my phone?’
He looked up at her, having not considered that option before. ‘You want it too?’
‘Well, yeah,’ she replied. ‘Not right now, I kinda like the idea of you being in control, but if it’s good I might like to play if I’m here on my own.’
Peter nodded. He was fully aware that she masturbated when she was home alone, she would often tell him when he asked how her day had been. ‘Sure, it’ll connect to multiple phones.’
‘Ha, you said multiple,’ Hannah said, making him laugh. ‘Okay, let’s do this,’ she said, slipping on her jacket.
‘Wait,’ Peter said.
Hannah looked up.
‘You look beautiful,’ he said, smiling at her.
She smiled back. ‘Thank you, baby.’
‘You’re welcome,’ he replied. ‘And your boobs look amazing in that tank top.
Hannah giggled. ‘You and my tits,’ she said, shaking her head.
‘I hope that bra is padded,’ Peter said, ignoring her. ‘I have a feeling this is going to be an experience, and you know how wayward your nipples can be.’
‘Wayward?’ Hannah exclaimed, looking down. ‘I prefer to think of them as sensitive. Reactive to stimuli.’
‘Call it what you want,’ Peter replied. ‘They like to pop up, even when you’re not feeling sexy.’
‘I always feel sexy when I’m with you,’ she said, reaching down to cup the bulge in his jeans.
‘So talk to me about this app,’ Hannah was sitting in the passenger seat of their SUV Outside, the sun was heating the air, but inside the car, the air conditioning kept them cool.
‘Okay, so it has two different modes,’ Peter said, not taking his eyes off the road. ‘The first one has different settings, so like continuous, pulse, wave, or random.’
‘So kinda like a treadmill,’ she said from beside him.
He nodded. ‘Exactly. And the other mode allows you to control it by touching the phone screen, but I can also override the automatic settings by touching the screen.’
‘So it’ll be like you’re touching me, but you’ll be touching your phone.’
‘Right.’
Hannah went quiet for a moment, considering the information. ‘So can we try it before we get out of the car?’
‘No.’
‘No?’
‘Yes. No.’
‘Just like that?’
‘Yes.’ Peter smiled, feeling her eyes boring into the side of his face.
Hannah turned back to face the road, her heart rate rising.
‘This isn’t our usual coffee shop,’ Hannah said as they pulled into the parking space.
‘No, well I wasn’t sure how you were going to react to this, so I figured we’d go somewhere they didn’t know us.’
She chewed the inside of her cheek as she looked around the parking lot.
‘Okay, are you ready?’ Peter asked, opening the door.
Hannah’s excitement was starting to rise but she was nervous. Peter walked around the back of the car to her, and she reached out to take his hand, but when he didn’t respond she looked over at him as he took his phone from his pocket.
‘Woah,’ she said, stopping. ‘What are you doing with your phone?’
‘Relax,’ he said, holding up his phone. ‘I’m just paying for parking.’
‘Okay, I’m just a little nervous I guess,’ she replied.
‘We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,’ Peter said.
‘No, I do want to. I’m just not sure what to expect.’
‘It may not even do anything much,’ he replied. ‘I mean, you may not get much from it.’
‘I hope not,’ Hannah said, ‘I want it to be good.’
‘Me too.’
Taking her hand Peter started across the parking lot towards the array of shops and cafes.
Hannah looked up into the cloudless sky. ‘It’s a beautiful d…ungh!’ The sudden sensation inside her made her call out, her knees buckling. Her head snapped around and she looked at her boyfriend. ‘What the fuck?’ she exclaimed.
Peter laughed, looking at his phone screen. ‘Was that good?’
Still a little shocked, Hannah nodded. ‘Yes, it was, but you need to tell me when you’re going to do that.’
‘Where’s the fun in that?’ Peter replied, looking at her with a glint in his eye, tapping the screen again.
‘Oh, shit!’ Hannah moaned, squeezing his hand and leaning in close to him, biting his shoulder. ‘Stop, it’s really intense. Someone is going to see.’
Peter looked around; the only other people on the opposite side of the parking lot. ‘You’re fine,’ he said, grinning at her.
‘No, I think we should stop,’ Hannah said, not sounding completely convinced.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘No, I’m not. It’s just weird.’
‘But good?’
‘Yes. Good. What setting is that on?’
‘It’s the manual setting, where I can tap or run my finger over the screen.’
Hannah thought about it for a moment. ‘What if you set it to one of the continuous settings, on low, so I can get used to it.’
Peter nodded. ‘Okay, so you don’t want me to do this,’ he said, running his thumb in circles over the screen, causing Hannah to groan again. ‘Shit! Stop it! Put it on the low setting!’
‘Okay, okay, I’ll put it on the low setting,’ he said, studying the phone’s screen.
‘Don’t press it again,’ Hannah said, holding his arm, leaning over his shoulder.
‘Okay, ready?’ Peter asked.
She nodded, bracing herself. ‘Oh! Oh, that feels good,’ she said as the vibrator came to life inside her, vibrating gently. ‘Okay, that’s good. Leave it on that setting.’
‘Will it make you cum?’
Hannah nodded. ‘It will, but not yet, it’ll take a while I think.’
‘Hmm,’ Peter responded.
‘What?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Seriously, don’t fuck around. People will see and I’ll be embarrassed. And then you won’t get sex for weeks.’
Peter laughed. ‘Yeah, like you can go for weeks without sex.’
‘Hey, I can now that I have my little buddy here,’ she said, tapping the front of her jeans. ‘In fact, your days could be numbered. Welcome to Dumpsville, Peter. Population – you.’
He twisted his mouth, considering her statement, and then smiled as she kissed his cheek. ‘I’m kidding, baby. I couldn’t really do without this big dick,’ she whispered. ‘But seriously, don’t hit that button. Oh shit, it just turned itself up. I think we need to get me somewhere quiet.’
By the time they’d reached the coffee shop, Hannah had stopped talking and was concentrating on keeping her breathing steady.
‘Let’s sit on the balcony at the back,’ Peter said as they walked through the front door.
Hannah nodded, struggling to keep her voice steady. ‘That’s probably a good idea. This thing is driving me crazy.’
The coffee shop was small and they had to make their way through a maze of tables. Just as they were passing a table of middle-aged couples Peter ran his thumb down his phone screen. Hannah jerked, her knees almost giving way, her hip knocking into the chair of one of the women. She gripped his hand, digging her nails into his palm. ‘Fuck,’ she whispered. ‘You can’t do that. Seriously, stop it.’
Ignoring her Peter turned to the lady. ‘Sorry about that,’ he said with a smile. ‘Not much room in here.’
‘That’s alright,’ the lady replied, with a smile which disappeared as she looked at Hannah, mistaking the look on her face for pain. ‘Are you okay, dear?’ she asked.
‘Uh huh,’ Hannah replied. ‘Sorry.’
‘It’s no problem,’ the lady replied, a look of concern still on her face as they continued through the shop to the doors at the back.
‘You bastard,’ Hannah admonished Peter as they walked away.
‘Well that’s a little ungrateful,’ he said with a grin. ‘I spent a lot of money on something which is giving you pleasure and you’re giving me a hard time.’
‘Seriously,’ Hannah said through a gasp. ‘We need to come up with some rules for this. I didn’t realise how good it was going to feel, and I’m in real danger of cumming in this coffee shop.’
‘That’s the idea,’ he said, opening the door. ‘And if you had wanted to set parameters for use, you should have stated them before we left.’
‘That’s not fair,’ she moaned as another pulse swept through her. ‘I didn’t know you would have so much control, and I didn’t know you’d be so mean.’
‘Mean? I’m going out of my way to give you a new experience and you think I’m mean. What about when I normally give you orgasms?’
‘That’s different and you know it.’ Hannah replied, her breath catching in her throat. ‘And you know what else? I’m going to get you back for th-. Oh fuck.’
‘How was that?’ he asked as they reached a table in the corner of the sun deck.
Catching her breath, Hannah placed her hand on her forehead, looking down at the table. ‘It was good,’ she said.
‘Where can you feel it?’ Peter asked.
Deciding to change her tack Hannah looked up at him. ‘I can feel it everywhere,’ she said. ‘It’s vibrating inside me, but it also pressed right on my clit. If we were at home and I was relaxed I’d have cum by now.’
‘Hi guys. Can I take your order? Or would you like a few minutes?’ The voice took them by surprise and they both wondered if the pretty young waitress had overheard Hannah’s admission. If she had she didn’t react.
Peter picked up the drinks menu, using it to cover his phone screen. ‘Uh, I’m not sure what I want,’ he said, running his thumb in circles on the screen. He saw Hannah twitch at the sensation, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. ‘Do you know what you want, honey?’
He lifted his thumb from the screen.
Hannah paused, her eyes closed. She could feel a bead of perspiration run down her neck and into her deep cleavage.
‘Can I have a tall iced frappe, please, she said. ‘Is there any chance you can make it extra cold?’ Another tap on the screen made her flinch again.
‘Um,’ the young waitress began, a little confused. ‘I think it’s as cold as it gets, but I can put extra ice in it?’
Another wave of pleasure rushed through Hannah. ‘That would be great, thank you,’ she said, her voice husky.
‘Are you okay?’ the waitress asked.
Hannah nodded as she looked up, trying to smile at her. ‘I’m fine, thank you.’
The waitress turned to Peter. ‘What can I get you?’
‘Umm,’ he said, studying the menu slowly, his thumb starting to make small tight circles on the phone screen. Hannah twitched, her neck and breasts covered in a thin film of perspiration, fighting the urge to moan.
‘What shall I order?’ Peter said to himself, his thumb still drawing circles.
‘Aren’t you just going to order what you always have? Coffee, no milk?’
‘Hmm,’ he said slowly. ‘I was thinking about switching it up today. What are you having, honey?’
Hannah bit her lip again, trying to compose herself, but before she could answer, the waitress replied for her.
‘She’s having a tall iced frappe,’ she said. ‘With extra ice.’
Hannah squirmed in her seat, feeling the waitress watching her. The vibrator was intense inside her and against her clitoris, she was struggling to control her breathing and her neck and chest were flushed pink.
‘Hmm,’ Peter said again, tapping and rubbing the screen. ‘I think I’ll have……’ The waitress moved her feet nervously, Hannah’s breathing the only sound at the table. ‘A large coffee. No milk, please.’
He put the menu on the table and ran his finger the length of the screen several times, causing Hannah to jump in her seat.
‘No problem,’ the pretty waitress said, turning to leave.
‘Oh, just a second,’ Peter said, stopping her. ‘Honey, would you like a glass of water? You look like you’re hot.’
Hannah heard him and tried to compose herself. She nodded her head. ‘Yes please,’ she replied, her forehead resting on one hand, not making eye contact with either of them.
As soon as the waitress was out of sight Hannah looked up at Peter. ‘I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.’
‘Doing what?’ he replied.
‘This. Do you realise I almost came while she was standing there?’
‘Yeah I thought you did,’ he said, looking at his phone.
‘What are you doing?’ Hannah asked, grateful for the small reprieve from the intensity of the vibrations, but still aware of the sensations as the vibrator returned to its lower setting.
‘I’m just looking at the other settings,’ he replied.
‘Don’t do anything,’ Hannah said. ‘Just leave it on this setting while we’re here.’
‘That’s no fun,’ Peter replied, adjusting the setting to pulse. Hannah jerked in her seat at the new sensation, a moan escaping her lips.
‘Please turn it back,’ she said between gasps. ‘If you do I promise you can go to town on it as soon as we get back in the car.’
Peter shrugged, still examining the vibrator’s settings.
‘What do you think?’ Hannah asked hopefully. ‘I’m saying I’ll let you make me cum in the car in the parking lot.’
He looked up. ‘Yeah, but I’ve seen you cum in the car in a parking lot before,’ he replied.
Hannah closed her eyes as another pulse washed through her. She gripped the table. ‘Yes, but not for a while. I’ll be loud for you. Oh fuck!’ she groaned as another group of sensations hit her.
‘That was a good one, right,’ Peter said. Hannah nodded, her eyes closed.
‘It was but, I really can’t cope when you’re doing it,’ Hannah said, reaching for the phone, but he was too quick, pulling his hand away, running his finger on the screen.
Hannah jerked, knocking the table. She knew that if she really wanted to she could go to bathroom and take out the vibrator, but despite her embarrassment and stress she was enjoying what was happening.
‘Hmm,’ he said, watching her. ‘I definitely have more control like this. I think I might keep you on the edge until the waitress comes back and then just as she serving our drinks I’ll make you cum.’
‘No! Do not make me cum in front of that girl. I’m serious, Pete.’ She looked down at her front. ‘Also, can you see my nipples through my top?’
He looked. ‘No, you made a good choice with that bra.’
‘Really? Because they’re so hard and sensitive right now. I’m surprised they haven’t pushed their way out.’
‘Really? Let me see.’
‘What?’
‘Let me see your tits.’
‘No! I am NOT flashing you here.’
Peter’s reply was to make small circles on the phone screen causing Hannah to tense up and groan, louder this time.
‘If you don’t, I’ll do that when the waitress comes back.’
‘You bastard,’ she said as the sensations ebbed.
‘Yes. But you’re enjoying it.’
Hannah nodded, unable to deny it. Looking around to check no one had come onto the balcony, she pulled her tank top and bra down, exposing her breasts to him.
‘Oh yeah,’ he said looking at her nipples. ‘They’re really hard. Can I touch them?’
‘Quickly,’ Hannah replied looking around nervously.
Peter reached over, sliding his fingers either side of each hard bud, simultaneously rubbing the phone screen. Hannah jerked again, her eyes closing, whispering his name.
The slamming door caused him to withdraw his hand and Hannah straightened her bra and top just as the waitress appeared with a tray.
‘One tall iced frappe, with extra ice,’ she said putting the drink in front of Hannah, smiling. ‘One coffee, no milk, and one iced water.’ She looked at Hannah. ‘I put extra ice in the water too.’
‘Thank you,’ Hannah said, her body twitching again. The waitress smiled, walking away.
‘You did that as I spoke to her didn’t you,’ Hannah said, looking at Peter, smiling at her. She picked up her iced water, taking a long drink.
‘Thirsty baby?’ he asked.
Hannah nodded. She could feel her thighs trembling. ‘I’m so sweaty,’ she said. ‘And my panties are soaked.’
‘You’re so sexy,’ Peter said in reply. ‘How about we give you that orgasm now?’
Hannah’s head snapped up. ‘No,’ she hissed. ‘Don’t you dare. Not here.’
He looked around. ‘There’s no one else out here.’
She looked past him onto the balcony and nodded. ‘Alright, before anyone else sits out here.’
Smiling, Peter picked up his phone, using his thumb to draw patterns on the screen; sometimes making small circles, then larger ones, and then lines up and down the screen.
At his first touch, Hannah’s body convulsed and she closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as the sensations inside her and on her clitoris built.
‘Oh,’ she sighed, her breathing increasing. ‘Yes.’
She looked around to check no one was watching her, but she could feel her orgasm building and her eyes closed.
‘Tell me,’ Peter whispered.
Her reply was to take a deep breath in as her body twitched and she fought the desire to touch her sensitive nipples. Hannah’s head dropped back and then forward.
‘I’m gonna cum,’ she whispered, as her body twitched, her head resting on one hand.
Peter watched as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, as she continued to moan softly.
‘Oh baby, stop. It’s getting intense,’ she whispered, opening her eyes, looking around suddenly embarrassed. Peter hit the stop button, shutting off the vibrator. He waited as she started to compose herself.
‘That was good,’ she whispered, fanning her tank top to cool down. To their side, the balcony door opened and the waitress appeared.
‘How are the drinks?’ she asked as she straightened the chairs on another table.
‘Great, thank you,’ Peter replied, watching as Hannah took a long swallow of her frappe, crunching an ice cube.
‘This is delicious,’ she said, finally able to speak clearly.
The waitress nodded, smiling, and turned to go back inside.
‘So, what is your assessment?’ Peter asked.
Hannah nodded, still a little breathless. ‘Yes, 10 out of 10. Would recommend.’
As their waitress reached the counter one of her Co-workers looked at her.
‘How’s the girl on the balcony?’ she asked. ‘I saw her out the window and she didn’t look so good.’
‘Oh she’s fine,’ she said. ‘I think she’s wearing a remote vibrator that her boyfriend is controlling. But she’s alright, she’s cum now.’
