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Story codes: MF cons rom Fsolo toys
Gettin' Buzzy
by Absinthia Vixen
"You want to watch me?" she asks, knowing full well that I do. She's
trying and failing to suppress that sly little grin that makes my mouth go
dry with need.
"Of course," I say, trying not to show my eagerness like some kind of
perv. "I was wondering when you were going to try it out. That is, if you
haven't already when I was out."
She pulled another pillow on top of hers and plumped them up, settling
back slowly like a sultan and pretending not to hear my last comment. "Sit
down there, at the foot of the bed, sweetie." I obediently settled there,
watching her heft the giant vibe like a dumbbell.
"I could work on my triceps with that thing," I said, watching her grin
widen.
* * *
Her new toy arrived a few days ago -- I know, because I was the one who
signed the UPS guy's little electronic tablet. The box was a lot heavier
than I thought it would be -- maybe she was even naughtier than she told me
and bought some other sex toys too. It was all I could do not to rip open
the shipping box and investigate, but I knew she'd kill me if I did.
Better to wait till she got home from work and watch her open it.
I have to admit, I was a little hurt when she told me she'd placed the
order. She's got two damn vibrators already, both gifts from me to cheer
her up when her trusty coil model bit the dust. One's your basic rubbery
pink dick-shaped model, and the other's more high-tech looking, with
six-speed control box attached to a weird rippled wand. We've played with
both of them, so I know she likes them. But she confessed that she was
used to something with a little more, well, horsepower. So to speak.
She thought the booklet of warnings and instructions that came with the
thing was a scream. "The massager is designed for refreshing relief at the
end of a busy day," she shouted from the living room, loud enough so I
could hear her in the kitchen. "Listen to this! After work, before or
after sports, and for removing everyday dullness, your Hitachi Magic Wand
is always ready to help you. I bet it is!" She plugged it in and tried
both speeds. The thing sounded like a Weed Whacker. "Yep, guess it's all
ready to help me," she said.
"You going to use it tonight?" I tried to sound casual, neutral.
"I don't know," she said. "Hey, is dinner almost ready? I'm starving."
Guess she wasn't as keen to try it out as I was to witness the maiden
run, because the damn thing sat on her nightstand for three days, looking
decidedly unsexy, like some kind of power tool or something. Who knows,
maybe she gave it a test-buzz when I was in the shower or something, but if
she did, she didn't tell me. If it'd been me, I would have tried it right
out then and there. I love getting new toys -- new anything, really. And
she seemed so damn-fired eager to replace her existing two with this model
-- the wymmyn-owned Web site where she bought it calls it "the Cadillac of
vibrators." Whatever. I wasn't going to nag her about it.
* * *
"Aren't you going to undress first?" I asked her.
"Uh-uh, not yet." Damn, I thought. What a tease.
"Here goes nothing," she said, flicking the switch on the side to L.
"Mmmmmm, nice" she said, though I could barely hear her over the buzzing
whir the toy emitted. Her eyes closed and her face relaxed. I watched her
leg muscles flex as she rubbed the head of the machine around the edges of
her pubis, experimenting with angles and pressure.
I wanted to ask her to describe how it felt, but didn't want to break
her concentration. She seemed to forget I was there, jamming the vibe hard
into the spot where her thigh kissed her cunt and holding it steady there.
Women were so subtle, it kills me. A guy would be flailing his dick
around, making a big show out of it for his partner, but with girls it was
like they sank into their desire and just wallowed in it. I lightly
stroked her calf, eliciting a happy-sounding mew. Guess she didn't mind
some extra attention after all. I just wished she'd taken off her sweater,
at least, or better yet, slid out of those jeans so I could tell if her
cunt was getting all hot and perfumey.
It was weird how sexy she looked anyway, despite the way she was
gripping the vibrator like a plunger or some heavy-duty mixer. Watching
closely, I noticed how she twisted the head of the toy so that it nestled
ever-closer to her mound. The cord was starting to wrap around the handle;
I wondered if she'd end up completely tangled in it by the time she came.
She opened her eyes halfway and caught my gaze, and if I didn't think
she'd be pissed at me for disturbing her fun, I'd have yanked her clothes
off and devoured her on the spot. My dick felt huge, making my pants
uncomfortably tight in the crotchal area. Still stroking her leg with one
hand, I squeezed my erection with the other. I was getting a little
light-headed, watching her eyes lose focus and haze over with pleasure.
She kicked the toy into high gear and groaned dreamily over the machine's
whine. Maybe she was feeling a hundred times better than I ever could. I
wanted to crawl inside her and see. I wanted to fuck her senseless.
I noticed that she was squeezing her thighs together rhythmically around
the head, her arms shaking a little from the effort to hold the toy at the
angle she'd decided was optimal. Come for me, I thought. Like a fucking
mind-reader, she gasped, sat up a little, and gasped three more times. I
thought she was gonna hyperventilate -- she didn't seem able to breathe or
cry out or do anything but suck in air and shake, her face beet-red, her
eyes wild. She relaxed a little, still holding the buzzing toy to her
pussy, then shook again as she clicked it back down to low speed and
shivered some more. I was gripping her ankle and didn't even realize it
until she turned off the toy and let it fall. Her loopy grin made me
ecstatic, proud of her for some reason, and I crawled up to lie beside her
and give her a hug. "How was it?" I asked. I pushed my needy cock against
her strong thigh.
"Pretty . . . great, actually." Her voice was soft, as if she couldn't
quite muster enough breath to push the words out. "How was it for you?"
"You're about to find out," I said.
The end
Copyright 2003 by Absinthia Vixen
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