It was nine-thirty, and Gina was finally getting home.  Working as a paralegal for a tax lawyer was no fun at tax time.  Long hours and constant work was the rule.  It was Friday night, and she should be out partying.  But not until after April 15.

Gina cleared her mail and entered her third-floor two-bedroom apartment.  It was nice, cozy, and had a full balcony.  She turned on the lights, pulled the drape over the balcony door closed, tossed the mail onto her kitchen table, and put on the teakettle.  A nice, relaxing hot bath would be in order.

Gina hung her coat in the closet and headed to the bedroom.  The navy suit came off and was tossed into a corner of the room; it was heading for the dry cleaners tomorrow.  Her pumps got placed in the closet.  Next came the bra, pantyhose, and panties.  They went into the hamper for laundry on Sunday.  She put on her terrycloth robe and headed to the kitchen, poured her tea, and started checking through the mail.

Two credit card offers went into the trash.  The electric and cable bills went onto the desk to be paid.  Then there was the plain brown box.  Gina looked it over, sipped some tea, and opened it.

The vibrator was in a clear plastic container.  On the front was a leggy blonde in a tiny black dress, sitting on a stool and smiling.  Gina opened the container, took it out, and looked it over.  The other container in the box had a bottle of lube.

Gina lit two rosewood candles in the living room and two more in the bathroom.  She started the water running slowly, adding some perfume and bath oil.  Then she finished her tea, poured herself a glass of Rose', and looked the vibe over again.

It was purple and jelly, like advertised.  It was roughly the shape of an erect penis, about seven and one-half inches from the control knob to the tip.  It had a bend.  There were some ridges near the head of the vibe.  She had no idea what they were for.  She had never seen them on a male penis.  The vibe had two speeds.  Gina took it to the sink, cleaned and dried it, grabbed her wine, and headed to the bath.

After a lovely soak and a few sips of wine, Gina stood up, grabbed the showerhead and rinsed herself, and put on her robe.  She blew out the candles in the bath and headed back to the living room.  She refreshed her wine and picked up the vibe again, putting in the batteries and checking the two speeds.  She giggled a bit.  Gina hadn't masturbated in ages, but the last two guys she had slept with were real duds.  She bought this vibe on a whim, and decided to give it a try.

Gina killed all of the lights except the one over the kitchen table.  That one she dimmed.  She kept the candles burning.  She popped her favorite New Age CD into the player and turned the volume low.  Then she untied her robe, sat in her easy chair, turned the vibe on low, and began to run it over her nipples.

The girl giggled; it tickled a little.  She moved it to her tummy and gave her nipples a good tweak.  She loved nipple play; she could never understand why more guys didn't get into it.  She propped her legs up on the arms of the chair, spreading them quite wide, and worked the vibe down to her mound.

Gina smiled and bit her lip.  This felt nice.  Not great, but nice.  She slowly slid the vibe all of the way back to her anus and then brought it forward again.  And she gasped.  This was delightful!   With both hands, she made gentle circling motions over her mound.  Nipple tweaks were in order, so she tweaked each one.  She kept the vibe moving on low speed, occasionally inserting just the head and sliding it around.

Gina figured she didn't need any lube; she was already wet.  After a few minutes of teasing herself, she adjusted the vibe to the way a male penis would enter and slowly inserted it.  Oh, wow!  Nice!  It felt good inside of her!  She held the vibe in her vagina; speed on low, and just savored the tingly sensations.  Then she pulled it out.

The vibe came out with a soft "plop", and Gina went to work teasing her pearl.  She worked the tip of the vibe over her hood, gently coaxing her pearl out into the open.  And then she put the vibe directly on her pearl.

"Wow!" Gina thought to herself.  "This is great!"  She found clitoral stimulation intense, but also loved the sensation of something inside of her.  Gina caught her breath and decided to use the vibe as a penis tonight.  Maybe later she would try using it on her pearl, and on her pearl only.

Gina teased her pearl a bit, and then worked the vibe back into her vagina.  She turned the button to high and began to work it in and out, the way a guy would if he was giving her a good, slow fuck.  She wiggled her hips a bit, and gave in to the sensations.

Gina kept this action up for about seven or eight minutes.  Finally, with two fingers of her right hand, she began to massage her pearl.  She was getting very, very close.

Anyone standing over the girl and watching would have, at this point, seen something very interesting.  Her knees were bent, her feet were completely off of the arms of the chair, two fingers were teasing her pearl, and her left hand was working the vibe in and out slowly.  The observer would have noticed Gina gasp, bite her lip, see her toes curl and her thighs quiver.  In short, the observer would have seen her orgasm.

Gina let the climax ride over her and then turned off the vibe.  She kept it inside of her, however, for a good five minutes.  She liked the feeling.  After the time was up, she stood up from the chair, completely removed her robe, and took the vibe to the kitchen to clean.  Tomorrow she would see how it worked on her pearl.  Well, maybe not tomorrow.  Maybe later tonight.  After all, she was naked and had plenty of batteries.
