Touch Control

 Copyright 1998 by silli_artie at hotmail dot com

This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of 
the author.

A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended 
by stories with sexual content.  Then again, if all youre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you 
should probably read something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.

	I tapped the switch to shut off the thing vibrating between my legs, took a sighing breath, 
and forced my eyes open.  I looked out the bus window; we were still stuck in traffic part way 
across the bridge, still forty minutes or so to go until we got to my office.  I could feel Rogers 
head on my shoulder, feel him breathing slowly, asleep.  I closed my eyes as a shiver went 
through me.  How long had I gone?  Half an hour at least, countless orgasms.  When hed gotten 
on the bus hed found the wire coming out of my slacks; I told him I thought he was 
telecommuting today and I didnt want to be bored on the bus.  He gave me his wonderful laugh, 
and when I started the vibrator, he pressed a hand on me gently and used the other to gently 
squeeze one of my breasts, something he knows I love.  I let go to the ecstasy, to his touch...

	It started months ago.  What with the disagreements with my overseas relatives on their 
attempts at forcing me into a relationship, and breaking up with that bloody fool Vivek, I wasnt 
having anything to do with men.  But that didnt mean I was celibate; in fact Id ordered a three-
pack of vibrators to replace my favorite that had died from glorious overuse.

	Vibrators are a lot better than men.  They dont talk back, they dont leave dirty clothes 
on the floor, they dont make rude noises and sit around on weekends watching sports.  They 
dont complain about going to romantic movies.  If theyre slow and lethargic, you just put in a 
new set of batteries.  Of course they cant hold you in the middle of the night when youre cold, 
but thats what electric blankets are for.  And, electric blankets dont paw you at night when you 
just want to sleep -- electric blankets are easy to turn off.

	Id been thinking about my favorite vibrating friend and daydreaming on how Id make it 
better.  I knew I wanted a pulsing action; Id done that with the controller it had, but it wasnt 
designed for it.  Ideally Id have something that would let me set the rhythm, and then it would 
follow along until I changed it.

	I do software; I work with object models and class structures for distributed computing.  I 
knew what I wanted dealt with the other end of the business, microprocessors of the kind that 
went into toys and appliances.  I looked at the usenet groups dealing with them, even looked at 
some spec sheets for the parts that were mentioned.  I had to admit it; even with a graduate 
degree in Computer Science, I couldnt figure out how to get started with these things.  Can you 
really do anything with only 32 bytes of RAM?

	Then I saw a post on one of the micro groups.  A guy had mistakenly posted a private 
message to someone he was building a gadget for.  This gave me the idea -- the thing I wanted 
didnt sound too complex, lets see if I can get him to build it for me.

	Someone once said that the great thing about the internet is nobody knows youre a dog.  
Well, with the proliferation of free email accounts, nobody knows where on the planet you are 
either.  I used my free account to send a message to his free account asking if hed build a gadget 
for me, outlining it in fairly vague terms.

	We traded emails over a few days; he told me it sounded simple and started asking 
questions.  As I said, Im a software type.  You want to talk about object persistence and binding 
mechanisms in distributed systems, Im your gal.  When he asked if I wanted to run an AC or DC 
motor, I didnt have a clue.

	He sent me a very nice email, not exactly calling me a dummy, but suggesting hed be able 
to get information easier if we talked on the phone.  He sent his phone number, which I 
recognized as belonging to another high tech company in Silicon Valley.

	That got me thinking; I was dealing with someone local.  Did I want to deal with someone 
local?  All of a sudden the comfortable anonymity and isolation of the net was dissipating.  Could 
I talk to someone about what I wanted?  I didnt know if I wanted to be alone in the same room 
with him, but the phone was okay.

	I gave him a call Tuesday morning.  When he answered I asked for his email name, and he 
said, thats me.  I introduced myself by my first name, confirmed where he worked, and 
surprised myself by telling him where I worked, another high tech place a few miles away.

	We chatted for a bit and agreed to talk at my office that afternoon.  That would be safe; a 
public place, and I had to take off to catch the bus home so there would be no problem with 
entanglements, or so I thought.

	I gave him my extension and told him to ring me up when he arrived.  When he told me 
what he was wearing, I freaked out.  I dont know what I said, but he laughed.  Once I got over 
the initial shock I laughed as well and told him Id see him later.

	I was still in shock when I hung up the phone, but still laughing.  What a small world!  
While I work in Silicon Valley, I dont live there -- too bloody expensive.  I live across the bay 
and commute by bus, paid for by the company.  Id been doing it for years; you have to get up a 
bit earlier in the morning, and I telecommute occasionally, staying at home and dialing in to 
work, but its survivable.

	When hed described what he was wearing I recognized him as one of the commute 
regulars.  If I was right, hes about my height, well built and a little on the thin side, blue eyes and 
brown hair with some salt and pepper in his moustache.  He was quiet and dressed well; we 
exchanged magazines and sat together on occasion.  Did I have one handy with his address on it?  
Id have to look; this quiet character with the wry smile?

	I thought about this for a while and tried to rehearse telling him what I wanted.  It wasnt 
working; Id just have to go with it and see what happened.  I could still blow the whole thing 
off, but when I thought of doing that, I remembered those blue eyes of his and his gentle laugh.

	I got a call from the lobby at a little after four.  Id already packed up my things, if I took 
an earlier bus Id have a better shot at a seat for the ride home.  As I walked out to the lobby desk 
I saw him standing looking out the window, his back to me; it was he.  I laughed and called out 
his email name.

	The look on his face when he turned around and recognized me was priceless, going 
rapidly through shock, happiness, surprise, confusion, and ending up with that gentle laugh and a 
smile once again.  We hugged briefly and went to a small conference room off the lobby.

	We sat down, he was still laughing, and I laughed along with him; such a small world.  We 
talked about it for a little while.  I think I suggested we take the express bus and talk some more 
there.

	Then he asked me for more details about the motor I wanted to run, and I felt myself 
blushing; I lowered my head a little.  His voice got softer and he told me he needed one to work 
with, just the motor, not the rest of whatever it was.  Had he figured it out?

	I was flustered.  I told myself he wouldnt be embarrassed, neither should I.  I told him I 
could give him a motor to work with; I though of my dear departed friend that Id been too sad to 
throw away.  He asked me some more questions and I had difficulty handling them.  I changed 
the subject and got us on track to catching the bus.

	We got good seats on the express bus; it would save some time getting home.  He smiled 
and held out his right hand.  He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and softly told me that 
he wanted me to pretend he wasnt there, but his hand was the controller for my motor, and I 
should push it as Id do the real thing, times, durations, just like I was using it, and squeeze his 
hand when I was done.  He needed the information to do the code.  I nodded my head; I 
understood that.  Then he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

	He moved a little as I put his hand on the book in my lap; he was warm.  I closed my 
eyes for a moment then took his hand in mine.  I went through my ritual in my mind.  My mouth 
watered as I thought of moistening the vibrator with my own saliva, feeling its coolness and 
smelling the plastic smell as I put it in my mouth, lubricating the jelly-like coating.  I moved my 
hips a little and shuddered as I imagined sliding it down into place, the initial shock of its 
coolness against my labia and clit.

	When I touched his hand imagining it was the control button, I was surprised as I felt that 
same shock of pleasure I get when it first turns on, that incredible wave of pleasure running from 
my clit through my body.  I touched his hand gently, the sensation fading, wanting to feel my 
hand on myself, then trying to get that imagined sensation back.

	I took it through the cycle I wanted to do, the cycle Id imagined since first getting this 
insane idea, getting hotter and hotter all the time.  As I got farther and farther along, I started 
feeling it again, getting close.  I pressed on his hand now, imagining that little pink vibrator 
humming between my thighs, taking me over the edge.  I held my breath so I wouldnt moan out 
loud as I usually do, and moved my other hand beneath my stack of books, reaching, touching...  
And the orgasm I had was phenomenal, holding my breath still, then taking a ragged breath in.  
My toes tingled, the hair on the back of my neck tingled, my nipples were on fire.  I thought of 
those blue eyes and those soft pink lips of his, almost feeling them on my breast as I breathed 
deep and slow.

	Then we hit a little bump and I popped back to the real world.  I took a deep breath and 
squeezed his hand, after a while opening my eyes.  He was looking at me and smiling.  How much 
had he seen?  I blushed down to my toes.

	After a moment we started talking about design issues, timing, counter lengths.  It was so 
crazy; part of me was talking about all these computer architecture issues, while another part of 
me was imagining the sensations this thing was going to flood me with, the orgasm I just had.

	We finished talking technical; if he did see what Id gone through, he was very cool about 
it.  We wound down and he asked me, Anything else?

	I knew what I wanted.  I raised the armrest between us and said, Id like to hold your 
hand again.

	He held out his hand again and I took it in mine, then I leaned on his shoulder and closed 
my eyes.  He was warm and comforting; I drifted off to sleep.

	I woke up to the driver announcing a stop a couple before I got off; I remembered he got 
off at the stop before me.  I sat up and squeezed his hand, feeling more content than I had in a 
long time.

	He smiled at me and then asked where I got off.  I blushed and chuckled at his wording.  
Was that deliberate?  Had he seen me coming?  Did he know what this was for?  I told him I was 
at the stop after him.

	Then he asked me to dinner the next night, promising not to talk about my gadget if I 
didnt want to.  I laughed and accepted.  That would be nice.  As he got up to get off the bus he 
said, Sweet dreams.  I felt myself blushing again; how much had he seen?

	I had a quick dinner, and then got out my dead friend.  Should I just give him the whole 
thing?  Maybe he hadnt figured it out; he just could be nerd enough to not have.  I looked at the 
pleasure end carefully; it looked like a plastic coating on an inner shell; easy enough to 
disassemble.

	I should stick to software; I got it apart, but only after cutting myself and almost 
destroying the little motor removing the off center weight from the end of its shaft.  It looked so 
simple, such a simple gadget that could do such incredible things to me.  I put it in a sandwich bag 
and dropped it in my purse so I wouldnt forget it.

	Later that evening as I got out my new friend, the yellow one, I knew I was going to 
fantasize about him, his laugh, his face, his warm hands.  I thought about him, what Id seen on 
the bus over the last year or so.  He was quiet, on the shy side, reserved.

	I laughed and stopped thinking, stripping down and putting on my robe, starting for real 
the ritual Id imagined so incredibly successfully on the bus earlier in the day.  After Id come a 
few times I told myself it was time for me to break out of my shell again, and he was the one to 
do it with.  As I crawled into bed I laughed to myself; if hes too shy and reserved, Ill drag him 
out of his shell as well.  It will be fun.

	I saved him a seat the next morning.  As he sat down I dug the motor out of my purse and 
handed it to him.  He asked about my injury and I told him Id stick to software in the future.  He 
toyed with the motor for a moment, then put it his bag.

	I told him Id made dinner reservations for us at a place on our side of the bay; that gave 
us the most flexibility going home together that night.  I chose my words carefully, and watched 
him as I mentioned, going home together.  He is either a superb poker player or missed it 
entirely; either way I laughed.  I took his hand in mine again and leaned on his shoulder, drifting 
off to sleep.

	I heard one of my friends call my name, just as he was about to touch me in a dream.  I 
woke up and held his hand softly; I was starting to get hung up on his hands; he has very pretty 
hands, long fingers and long oval nails, well trimmed, clean, soft, warm.  As I got up I looked in 
his face and saw such and innocent adoring look; I brushed his smiling face with a hand and told 
him Id see him later.

	Denise bugged me about him on the short walk into the office.  What do you see in him?  
Hes so shy.  I laughed and shook my head.  I dont know.  His hands.  Im not sure.

	That day at the office I daydreamed about him, his hands, that look on his face.  Either 
hes really good, in which case hes leading me down the garden path, or he doesnt have a clue.  
Does it matter?  I should be able to find out tonight.  If it was the former, Ill be careful and take 
things slow.  If its the latter, Ill be the tigress and he wont know what hit him until its too 
late.

	When I got on the bus I told Jerry, our driver, where we were going tonight.  Hes good, 
he told me hed take care of it.  I was lucky Roger saved me a seat, otherwise I wouldnt have 
gotten one.  I sat down next to him and raised the armrest; he gave me another one of those 
adoring puppy looks, so happy to see me.  When he asked if I was going to read on the way 
home, I took his hand and pulled him over to lean on my shoulder.  I put his head down on my 
hair, he nestled in for a moment, and I heard him sigh.

	Jerry woke us, announcing the restaurant loudly over the bus intercom.  As we got off 
thanking him, he said, Have a wonderful evening, folks.  Two steps away from the bus we had 
our arms around each other.

	We got a very nice table with a good view.  Our conversation seemed strained; he seemed 
constrained or something, I could feel it.  I asked him, Roger, whats the matter?

	He closed his eyes, shook his head, and smiled.  Emily, I dont know what to say.  
Youre so beautiful, I agreed not to talk about the gadget if you didnt want to, and we shouldnt 
talk about work, Im at your mercy.

	He opened his eyes and I squeezed his hand and laughed.  Id be gentle with him, after I 
pounced, and after I was convinced this wasnt a clever ruse.  I also watched as his gaze drifted 
down to my chest and he sighed again.

	Roger, its okay, dont worry.  Actually, I felt very safe sitting next to you on the bus.  
You dont have a steady girlfriend?

	He sighed again and told me a long-term relationship had come apart some months ago.  
He looked me in the eye and told me hed learned, ...no matter how well you think a relationship 
is going, if one person thinks its over, theyre right.

	I sighed and nodded.  How could anyone hurt a sweetie like him?  Then I thought of that 
fool Vivek; hed thought that just because our families thousands of miles away had talked that 
he owned me.  Hed thought that at least until I threw him out.  I guess wed seen both sides of 
this.

	I held his hands again, looking at those expressive fingers.  Roger, you have such 
beautiful hands.

	That got a wistful smile.  Why dont men appreciate compliments like that?

	We got into our dinners then and talked about a lot of things; writing code, how we both 
did the same kinds of things with the code we wrote.  We both envisioned worlds and shaped the 
code to make those worlds become real.  He also did that with micros, realizing physical things 
you could hold in your hand.  Once he opened up his eyes sparkled, his gestures were so 
expressive, the phrases he used, making those worlds become real, the way he said that, I could 
feel the energy, the spark.  ...  And I wanted to knock him down and rip his clothes off.

	I excused myself and went to the ladies room, to cool off and to think.  I thought about 
his hands, and the contrast between him and Vivek jumped out at me.  Vivek was short and 
skinny; his hands were stubby, crude, and devoid of grace.  His touch was never soft, never 
expressive; he was crude.  It was a wonder I put up with him for as long as I did.  Vivek never 
understood what I did for a living, and how important it was to me.  The way Roger swirled his 
fingers, holding an imaginary world balanced on his fingertips as hed said, making those worlds 
become real was so sensuous, so powerful, knowing that by force of will we make those worlds 
appear -- he knew.

	I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.  I dug through my bag and got out my 
perfume and hair brush.  I opened up my blouse a good bit and put some perfume on my breasts.  
Then I gave my hair brush a spritz and brushed out my hair.  I buttoned up my blouse, then 
unbuttoned it a bit and arrayed my hair.  I laughed at the predatory smile I saw in the mirror.

	As I walked back to our table I envisioned those hands caressing me and my nipples 
perked up.  I sat down at the table and looked at Roger.  After a moment his gaze again drifted 
down to my chest.  This time he got a better view.  When he raised his eyes a while later, I 
looked into him and smiled.  It was probably a predatory smile, as he actually blushed.

	We split the bill and headed back to the bus stop.  The wind was picking up a bit, cool 
and crisp.  We stood close in the shelter of the bus stop; I leaned against the enclosure, looked at 
him, as open and inviting as I could be with clothes on, and said, Well?

	He sighed again -- then said, Emily, Id like to kiss you, and squeeze you, and...

	I made my decision.  I closed my eyes and pulled him to me, kissing him.  He put his 
arms around me, sliding those sensuous hands over me softly.  I held him closer, surprised at how 
hungry I was.  When he didnt follow suit quickly enough, I turned us around and pushed him up 
against the enclosure, pressing with my hips and breasts.  I felt the stirring in his pants; good, I 
was beginning to worry.  I moved one of his hands up to my breast and his touch was so 
sensuous, so gentle, yet strong.  I moaned and held on as my knees wobbled.

	The bus pulled up and finally the driver called to us to see if we were going to get on or 
not.  I turned and pulled Roger on to the bus.  I smiled to the driver and she gave me a wink.  We 
stood and kissed gently as we made the short journey to where we lived.  I gave Roger one more 
opportunity to take the initiative; if he didnt ask me over tonight, his fate was sealed.

	We arrived at his stop without a word.  I told him goodnight and kissed him gently.  He 
looked dazed as he got off the bus, and stood there dazed as we pulled away.  I stood by the door 
as I got off at the next stop.

	Well, youve got him under control, the bus driver told me, laughing.

	I laughed as well.  He doesnt know whats hit him.

	I walked into my little apartment.  Small, but home.  I found a magazine with his address 
on it; it was about two blocks from the bus stop.  I was deciding on what to do before I went to 
bed, whether or not to spend some time with my yellow battery operated friend.  As I held it in 
my hand my plan crystallized.  I laughed; this would be fun.  I put my hair up and had a good hot 
bath, reviewing my plan.

	I told myself I would hold off with my yellow friend; I almost changed my mind during 
the night.  My dreams were filled with his hands, his soft touch, his lips, wanting to feel them 
roaming all over me.

	I was in a tizzy when I got on the bus; Id packed my bag for later that night, even found 
some condoms in the back of my dresser drawer.  When Roger got on the bus and sat next to me, 
he started to thank me for dinner with that innocent smile on his face.  I grabbed him and pulled 
him to me.  This morning he was less hesitant, feeling me, squeezing me, kissing and holding me.

	Just before we went over the bridge I heard Denise say, Oh wow!  Nerds in lust! as she 
walked by.  We both started laughing so much we had to come up for air.  I pulled his head into 
my hair; Id remembered to perfume it this morning.  I was rewarded with a sharp inhale and a 
very good squeeze.

	We necked the rest of the way to work; we both had hands inside each others tops.  He 
was careful to stay above my waist; I could feel a very encouraging bulge in his pants but didnt 
want to risk it.  I ended up scrambling off the bus putting myself back together.  I was glad I had 
spare panties in my desk drawer.

	Denise carried my bag as we walked in so I could straighten myself up.  Well, she said, 
we havent had a show like that in a while.  I laughed and told her I was just getting started, I 
might be telecommuting more in the near future.

	The sweetie called me about an hour later, thanking me for dinner and the bus ride.  Hed 
told me last night he had a prototype working; now he told me the motor Id given him was dead.  
I wasnt surprised.  I almost told him right then Id bring him a new one tonight, but I held back, 
telling him Id think about it.  I told him to save me a seat in the back of the bus, and thanked him 
again.  I told him to think about me just before I hung up.  I laughed as I put down the phone; the 
bulge in his pants was thinking about me at least.

	When I got on the bus that afternoon he was in the back, the same place wed been in the 
morning.  I (stolen from silli artie at hotmail dot com) liked the positions wed been in, but had a different plan.  Id perfumed my breasts 
again before leaving the office.  He was sitting next to the window.  I told him to move over so I 
could have the window seat; he slid over and started to get up.

	I put a hand on his shoulder and told him, Ill slide over.  I tossed my bag to the floor 
then slid into his lap, grinding my bottom into him gently and tossing my head to caress his face 
with my hair.  When I felt his hands start to move up my waist to my breasts I slid over into the 
seat.  Success; he looked dazed.

	Did you have a long day? I cooed to him.

	Yes, very slow.  I stayed up too late last night coding your gadget as well.

	I made myself comfortable and said, Then why dont you rest on the way home.  I 
reached over and pulled him to me, resting his head on my chest.  I heard and felt him take a nice 
long breath, and he slid his arms around me.  I held his head gently, feeling my heart pound and 
feeling the hot dampness between my legs.  He relaxed in a few minutes; the sweetie was asleep 
in my arms.

	I sort of dozed on the way home.  It felt so good to hold him.  I laughed once thinking of 
what I was going to do tonight; he moved a little but nestled in again.  As we got close to his stop 
I kissed his head and gave him a squeeze.  Wake up, sweetie.

	He kissed me through my blouse, took another deep breath and sat up with the most 
serene look on his face.  He thanked me for holding him, then said, See you in the morning?  
Wed been talking about telecommuting one day this week.

	But that wasnt what I was thinking about; this was my opening.  Actually, I thought 
Id bring you another motor tonight, say around eight?

	The look on his face was priceless, going from serenity to panic in half a heartbeat.  He 
recovered pretty well though and told me, Okay, bring it over, whatever you need, it wont take 
too long.

	Another wonderful opening; I leaned back pulling my shoulders back a bit and bringing 
my hair over my shoulder with one hand slowly and told him, I was thinking of bringing my 
pillow...

	His eyes were fixed on the hand on my breast; his jaw dropped.  I laughed and reached 
up, closing his mouth.  This is your stop, sweetie, Ill see you at eight.  I handed him his bag 
and he staggered off the bus.

	I had a light dinner and got my things together.  Then I waited the longest time in my life 
until I went to the bus stop and caught the local to his place.  I looked at my watch and sat at the 
bus stop for a few minutes, then walked to his place, getting there a few minutes before eight.  As 
I stood there on the sidewalk in front of this charming little house, I could see a shadow inside 
rushing from room to room.  I laughed, wondering what kind of bachelor mess I was walking into.  
Well, if I could stomach New Delhi, I could certainly survive a night here.  The place was very 
well kept up on the outside; it might not be that bad.

	Right at eight on my watch I rang the doorbell.  He opened the door out of breath and I 
couldnt help laughing.  I stepped in and dropped my bags and the pillow on the floor.  I handed 
him his magazine and asked him if hed been busy, but grabbed him and gave him a kiss before he 
could answer.

	He held me so gently as we kissed; I felt him slow down and relax a bit, and he held me 
tighter; good, Id begun to worry.  I asked him to give me the tour; he had a charming little place, 
and it was surprisingly neat.  He laughed and told me his parents beat him as he grew up, and 
their dogs destroyed anything left on the floor.

	We poked our heads in his office for a moment, then went into the guest room.  It had a 
great looking futon with a little table right next to it.  I sat down and wiggled; this would be 
perfect.  I let him help me up; he had that deer in the headlights look, but it changed to a wry 
smile as he led me back into the office.

	I could recognize most of the stuff in the office; computers, printer, that kind of stuff.  
One bench looked like one of our hardware labs.  He pointed proudly to a little bit of stuff sitting 
in a small vise.  It had a few integrated circuits and some other stuff, and three wires leading off.  
One wire went to a battery pack, one to a little switch with an LED on it, and the other went to a 
small motor.  I looked around the room.  I definitely wanted to be in the guest room.

	Roger, can we move this into the other room by the futon?  I picked up the switch 
gingerly; my hand was shaking a little.  I pressed the button and almost jumped as the motor 
started spinning, whirring and hopping about on the workbench.  My heart started pounding as I 
let go of the switch and the motor stopped.  I pressed and released it a couple of times, then let it 
go and watched as the motor continued to turn on and off to the rhythm Id set.  My nipples 
were hard as rocks and I was soaked.

	He told me it wouldnt be a problem.  I tapped the switch the way he told me, and the 
motor turned off.  I smiled and told him to move it and take whatever he needed to connect up 
my motor; Id go to the bathroom and then join him.

	He smiled and started gathering things.  I went to get my small suitcase and tossed it in 
the bedroom, taking out my perfume, brush, and the paper bag with the condoms and the new 
blue vibrator in it.  In the bathroom I emptied my bladder and then washed myself off with warm 
water and a washcloth.  It took all the self-control I had not to push a couple of fingers deep 
inside and finish myself off right there.  I perfumed my breasts again, and my hair.  I tidied up 
my clothes and went back to the guest room.

	Roger had his little vise set up on the table next to the futon.  I sat down, holding my 
paper bag.  The lights were pretty bright, but he dimmed them for me.  I reached into the bag and 
carefully pulled out the battery holder end, giving it to him to connect, asking him to leave the 
other end in the bag for now.  He nodded and took care of the wires.  I smiled; he really hasnt 
figured it out; this is going to be such fun.

	I thought of how wet I was and the fabric on the futon.  Normally when I give myself to 
my battery operated friend Im wearing a thick terrycloth robe; I soak it pretty well sometimes.  
Roger, can you get me a small towel please? I asked.  And dim the lights a bit more?

	He smiled, dimmed the lights, and left the room.  I quickly took off my blouse, bra, and 
pants.  He stepped back into the room and froze.  I smiled to him and pointed to a spot on the 
floor next to me.

	Have a seat.  I want you to see what youve made and what it can do.

	He sat down wide-eyed and I took the towel from him.  I sat up a bit and slipped off my 
panties, putting the towel underneath me.  The cool air in the room made my nipples crinkle up 
even more; I heard him take a breath as I slipped my panties off.

	I leaned back in the futon and looked him in the eye.  I took the pleasure part out of the 
bag and slowly put it in my mouth, rolling it around, moistening it.  Then with one hand I spread 
my wet labia a little and slid it home.

	I looked at him; I dont think he was breathing.  I picked up the switch with a trembling 
hand and leaned back.  I tapped it a couple of times.  The shock of pleasure when the vibrator 
started up was incredible, as was that shock when it stopped.  I must have moaned, but I 
couldnt tell.  I was tapping the button, feeling it pulse on and off, changing the rhythm until the 
waves of pleasure overlapped.  Part of my mind was still with me and reminded me why Id 
wanted this thing; I stopped tapping the button and it kept on cycling on and off, on and off.  I 
was in heaven.  As I got further along I tapped the button again readjusting the timing; this was 
going to be quick and intense.

	Then I felt a gentle touch on my breast.  I opened my eyes and grabbed him, pulling his 
mouth to me; I wanted him on my breast, now.  His mouth touched my nipple and my back 
arched; I felt him hold me and suck hungrily.  I hit the switch again, faster, faster, now stay on all 
the time.  I held his head to me, squeezing him, my other hand squeezing the switch, and came 
intensely, finally going limp.  My hand twitched on the switch, stilling the thing between my 
legs.

	He continued to suck, moved to my other nipple, then rested his head on my chest.  It 
took me a while before I could sit up; it would be so good to start it over again, just give in to it 
again, but I had other plans, better plans.

	He sat up and I opened my eyes, trying to focus.  Thank you.  It works, it works really 
well, I panted.

	He laughed a bit and smiled, shaking his head from side to side.  He moved a hand on my 
thigh, giving me a look of lust, and my passions flared again.  I looked into him and commanded, 
Strip!  Now!  He grinned and quickly started getting undressed.

	I wobbled around on the futon, letting the switch and my tormentor drop on it, and 
avoiding the wires, I pulled the futon out to its full length.  I looked at him, now sitting back 
almost naked, pulling off his socks, with a wonderful erection.  On your back!

	As he lay on the futon, head held up looking at me, I got a condom out of the bag.  I 
moved closer to him and one hand went to his erect cock.  As I stroked it moving from his 
circumcised tip down to his balls I heard him moan, and he dropped his head to the futon.  I 
laughed to myself; so much better than Vivek, and so pink!  I rolled the condom on to him, then 
slid down on to him.

	I moaned as we slid together; he fit so well.  I reached for the vibrator again and said, 
Roger, please sit up and kiss me.

	I slid the vibrator in place between us as he sat up.  He was smiling and had a hungry 
look.  He held me, squeezing me with his arms as we kissed.  I rocked on him gently from side to 
side; I wanted him to last.  He bent down and kissed my breasts, his hands around my waist.  I 
crossed my legs behind his back and gave him a squeeze; he looked up and moved to kiss me 
again.  I asked him, Are you ready?

	We kissed and he held me, squeezing me with his arms as I squeezed him with my legs, 
his fingertips working into the muscles in my back.  I found the switch and cradled it, feeling my 
heart accelerate.

	I tapped the switch and we both moaned, holding on to each other, kissing at both ends.  
As I tapped the switch setting the timing, I felt the vibrator pressing on the base of his cock, 
sending its delirium deep into me.

	We moaned and moved together; he had one hand at the base of my spine, the other on 
my neck under my hair.  I pushed forward a little and his hips shifted, filling me that little bit 
more, the tip of his cock now pressing at my core, the pulsing driving me higher than before.

	I was holding on for dear life when he pulled his mouth away from mine and panted, I 
cant take much more.

	Neither could I; I held the switch so the vibrator went on continuously, pushed my 
tongue into his ear, and leaned forward on him a little more.  The tingling pushing on my cervix 
sent me over the edge, I felt myself spasming around him, then felt him pulsing within me as he 
collapsed on to his back.  Oh, how I wanted to feel his delicious warmth fill me, spread through 
me.  That would have to wait, but for now I rode him until we were both finished.  I tapped the 
switch turning off our tormentor and pulled it out of the way, collapsing on him and kissing once 
again.

	I slid off to the side and he held me, sucking gently.  Thank you for a great gadget, I told 
him, and kissed him on the head.

	I propped myself up on an elbow; he gave me a dazed smile and said, Youre welcome; I 
think it still needs some work.

	I laughed and shook my head.  Some of my hair fell over my shoulder and into his face.  
His eyes closed and I heard him take a deep breath.  I brushed it gently out of his face and said, 
Theres just one problem...

	His eyes opened slowly and with a look of concern he said, I can fit it into a small 
enclosure, that wont be a problem.

	I pulled him back to me as I slid down on my side and said softly, No, thats not it.  
Why should I use it when I have its inventor?  He kissed a nipple and then relaxed his head 
between my breasts.  He chuckled and said, Well, it is only a prototype -- we need a lot more 
testing.

	I held him for a while; then he gave me a strong squeeze, and we moved again, getting up.  
We both stood slowly, holding on to each other.  Now I touched him gently and he hugged me 
tight as we kissed once more.

	He stepped out of the room and I started cleaning up the debris.  I was on my knees just 
folding up the futon when I felt him behind me.  I felt him press into me from behind, and I 
spread my legs, pressing back.  He felt glorious, and as I moved my hips slowly I could feel him 
growing again.

	Time for more testing? I asked him.

	He put his hands on my shoulders and let me feel their strength as he pulled us together.  
The price of progress, he sighed.

	I tossed him another condom from the bag.  I put a pillow with the towel over it 
underneath me, and gently positioned the vibrator once again.  He touched me with a hand and it 
sent shivers down me, then I felt him guiding his hard cock into me again.  His hands slid up my 
back, his fingertips feeling the muscles, and I let go on the futon, hitting the switch again.

	His hands were holding my shoulders, his long strong fingers pulling and kneading.  I was 
delirious pushing the switch, moaning as my body took over.  I was coming, and coming, and 
coming, then I felt him push into me and stiffen, I heard him moan, and I felt that pulsing in me 
again.

	He collapsed on top of me, kissing my hair; I turned off the vibrator and lay there.

	The weight of his body on top of mine felt so good, I felt as if I could go to sleep right 
there; I was going to sleep right there.  Then I heard a clock chime, and part of me counted, ten 
oclock.  We both stirred; the bus doesnt wait, and it arrives early.

	We got up and kissed again, both of us worn out.  We agreed on a time for the alarm clock; 
we both should shower.  We got into bed and I lay there for a moment, head still spinning a little.  
He reached over and pulled me to him; I nestled into him, my head on his chest.  He put an arm 
around me and kissed my head, then took a deep breath of my hair.  This was another thing 
Vivek never understood, how important it was to be held.

	I was momentarily disoriented when the alarm went off Friday morning, until I saw those 
beautiful blue eyes and that smile.  He started to get up and a thought flashed through me.  I 
pushed him on his back and ran my fingers down his stomach to his cock.  He moaned 
appreciatively and arched his back.

	I pulled his T-shirt off and moved between his legs, stroking him.  He was hard so 
quickly; I moved and stroked him with my breasts.  He moaned again, his head back, his arms 
out.  I watched his hands flop around as I pressed into him, feeling his hips move.  I said, Im 
not going to stop.  Enjoy it.  Another thing poor Vivek never learned.

	I was fascinated by the way his head tossed back and forth, the way his shoulders and 
arms twitched.  I had another thought and flipped some of my long hair down, so he was now 
plunging into my hair and my breasts.  Lets see how long he lasts with that.

	He moaned louder and his hips twitched; he didnt last very long, and I felt his warmth 
spread between my breasts, pulsing strongly.

	We showered, had something to eat, and got to the bus on time; when we got on together, 
both looking quite satiated, the regulars gave us a round of applause.  I squeezed Rogers hand 
and looked back at him; he was blushing again.

	We slept on that bus ride in; Denise woke me just before our stop.  I kissed him on the 
head and as I got off the bus told one of his colleagues to be sure and wake him.

	On our walk in, Denise said, Well, by the way you look and walk today, he must be 
pretty good.

	I laughed and told her, Denise, hes so pink!  Denise laughed with me; it had been a long 
time since Id had a Caucasian lover.

	We necked on the way home that evening; I was more subdued and he was more forward; 
not overly aggressive, and definitely attentive to what I liked.  If he did something and I moaned, 
hed do it some more; he was definitely trainable.

	I went to my place and picked up some more things for the weekend then went back to 
his place.  I found out that he might be neat, expressive, have sensuous hands and a wonderful 
touch, and be able to bring out feelings in me that Vivek never new existed, but he couldnt cook.  
He wasnt a rotten cook, he wasnt starving, and didnt have take-out every night.  Hell, Vivek 
didnt even try to cook, expecting me to do everything.  But I quietly told him that I would fix 
dinners for us.

	After dinner and cleaning up we went back to work on my gadget.  It was insane.  He 
moved his laptop into the guest room, a cable going from it to the gadget.  Through that he could 
download new code in the blink of an eye.  Wed talk about new things, code them up, download 
the code, and then Id try it.

	One of the things we learned is the motor ran full on for the brief time it took to download 
the code; just long enough to get me to gasp.  Then Id try it for a while; it was so hard to stay 
coherent, stay conscious, and oh so easy to just let go.

	After a while that evening I just looked at him and moaned, my arms outstretched.  He 
hurriedly put on a condom and was in my arms, inside me.  I wrapped my legs around him and 
held him to me, kissing him, feeling him, enjoying his weight on top of me.  He felt so good inside 
me.  I held him, pulling him into me as I felt him come.  We rolled on our sides afterwards and I 
held him to me suckling gently, his arms around my waist.  Oh, how wonderful to be held and 
squeezed again!  How wonderful to feel his mouth on my nipples!  I started laughing as he held 
and squeezed me, it felt so good.  He squeezed me more, running his hands over me, finally 
blowing a loud wet raspberry in my navel.

	And then we went back to working on code.  It was so strange, I was delirious, looking at 
the code, understanding how it worked, seeing the code dancing in my mind as it took me to the 
heights again, loosing track of what was real.

	At some point I noticed it was late; it was almost eleven at night.  I took a break to go to 
the bathroom, and told Roger to do the same.  I had two condoms left; one for tonight and one for 
the morning.  I put some perfume on my breasts and when he came back into the room I told him 
to lie down on his back.  I moved on top of him on all fours, lowering my left breast to his 
mouth.

	Now Im going to thank you for your hard work, I told him as he moaned.

	I brushed some of my hair into his face, telling him how good he felt as he held me and 
sucked on me.  Soon I was able to put the condom on him and slide him back into me.

	Thats where you belong! I told him with a sigh.  He only moaned, his mouth was still 
full.  I rocked on top of him, enjoying him so much.  He moved his hips and the angle now had 
him filling me completely, his tip pushing against my innermost gateway.  I held him to me and 
ground my hips around, surprised as I felt myself nearing orgasm.  He started moaning and I kept 
moving, squeezing his head to me, spreading my legs a little more to push him further into me.  I 
felt the motion of him pulsing inside me, how I wanted to feel the warmth that accompanied that.  
Then he surprised me by squeezing my nipples, sending me crashing over the edge.

	We made it to bed after a while, cleaning up our debris and getting ready.  He surprised 
me in bed by saying, I have to hold you, and snuggling up to my back, like a pair of spoons in a 
drawer.  I moved one of his hands from my waist to my breast, holding him, feeling him.  He 
kissed my hair and my neck, and I went to sleep in his arms.

	We made love gently in the morning; I suckled him for a while, and he teased me with his 
fingers.  Then he went down on me, kissing me, tantalizing me with his lips and tongue, then 
slipping a finger inside me, hooking it back, pressing on me from the inside and the outside.  How 
I wanted him inside me, even as that incredible orgasm swept through me.  Then he was inside 
me, on top of me, kissing me.

	We spent a dizzying, delirious weekend together, going out for more condoms, groceries, 
and clean clothes.  The next week we spent part at my place, part at his.  When he found I used a 
Laundromat to do my clothes, he was between begging and ordering me to bring them over to his 
place so he could do them.  He looked so surprised when I hugged and kissed him, taking him 
down to the floor and laying on top of him.  How could I explain to him how wonderful this was, 
compared to someone that had never picked up or washed his own clothes, let alone offered to do 
mine?

	He isnt perfect; he cant cook even though I let him do breakfasts on the weekend.  He 
thinks he can eat spicy foods; Im afraid one of my family recipes was too much for him.  But he 
was so sweet when I had my period, massaging my neck and shoulders, using his strong hands to 
massage my feet while his little gadget had me in bliss.

	After two evenings of that, my mind was made up, what little was left.  I called my 
gynecologist to get back on the pill.  I called the landlord and gave them notice; Roger had been 
asking me to move in after the first week we were together.  That night I had him on his back on 
the futon and I did something Ive never done before.  I knew I was going to get him off, using my 
hands, breasts, and hair, but I didnt expect to take him in my mouth.  It just happened, and it 
was exciting.  One moment I was watching him thrash back and forth on the futon as I caressed 
his shaft and balls, listening to him moan, then I looked down at the hot pink thing between my 
hands and bent over and took him in my mouth.  He tasted so good, and it was so much fun 
feeling him respond as I licked, sucked, and played with him, listening to the noises he made.  
And when he came in my mouth I wanted him, sucking on him as he sucks on me, enjoying the 
new taste.

	Afterwards as he lay there panting I told him it would only be a day or so before we 
could make love again and we wouldnt need condoms anymore.

	The bus finally started moving again, slowly crossing the bridge.  I felt his hand move a 
little.  Whats he doing? Oh! Hes found the switch...  Maybe Ill go down on him again tonight, 
this time with his gift between my legs.

FIN 
Rev 10/7/2000


Touch Control
by silli_artie at hotmail dot com 
http://www.asstr.org/~artie 
