We were on the couch in the front room, the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the windows. I was wearing my favorite black lace panties, the ones that always made him look at me with hunger in his eyes. I could feel the wetness building between my legs, my arousal growing with each passing moment.
I leaned over to him, my hand gently caressing his thigh. “I have a surprise for you,” I whispered, my voice low and sultry. I reached into my purse and pulled out a small, discreet device—a remote-controlled panty vibrator. I handed it to him with a wicked grin. “You can control it,” I said, my eyes never leaving his. “But first, you have to help me put it in.”
I stood up, slowly sliding my panties down, revealing my bare thighs and my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I handed him the vibrator, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “Place it just right,” I instructed, my voice breathless with anticipation.
He did as told, his fingers brushing against my sensitive flesh as he positioned the vibrator. I shivered, my body already responding to his touch. I slid my panties back up. He took the remote and his fingers pressed a button, sending a jolt of ecstasy through my body. I gasped, my eyes widening with surprise and delight.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how it feels.”
I leaned back, my legs slightly parted, giving him a clear view. “It feels incredible,” I breathed. “The vibrations are making me so wet, but you can’t see it this time. It’s all hidden, all mine.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to see you come,” he whispered. “I want to watch your face as you lose control. But first, let me hear you beg for more.”
I reached over, my hand finding his growing bulge, stroking him through his pants. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “Please give me more. I need it.”
He turned up the vibrator, the intensity increasing with each press of the button. I moaned, my body arching slightly as the pleasure intensified.
“I want to hear you beg,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you beg for more.”
I unzipped his pants, reaching in to free his penis. It sprang out, hard and ready, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him gently. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “Please give me more. I need it.”
He obliged, hitting the button again, making the vibrations almost overwhelming. I could feel my wetness soaking through my panties, my body aching with need. I stroked him faster, my hand moving in a steady rhythm as I pleasured him.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how badly you need this.”
“I want you so badly,” I breathed, my hand moving faster, my grip tightening. “I need you to make me come. I need to feel you come with me.”
He hit the vibrate button one last time, the intensity sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, hard and fast, my screams filling the room. He stroked himself faster, his body tensing as he reached his own climax, spilling onto my hand.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. He turned off the vibrator, and I snuggled closer, my head resting on his chest.
“That was incredible,” I murmured, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. “I came so hard, I could feel every pulse of pleasure.”
“Indeed, it was,” he replied, his voice soft and content. “And we have all night to do it again. Maybe next time, you can wear something even more revealing.”
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