Vibe Wars 1: A New Kink
#2 of Amanda and Carol - Vibe Wars
"I'd like a number 3 salad, thousand island dressing and a d-diiiet cah-c-coke t-t-to go." Amanda started out well but it didn't last, because I waited until she was in mid order to push buttons on my phone. The buzz of conversation in the food court was enough to conceal the buzz coming from her panties, but I knew it was there. I had the controller, after all, a neat little Bluetooth app. It might look like I was checking messages, but holding down the buzz button was good enough.
I let it go, and Amanda paid for her lunch. I ordered quick enough she didn't have time to reply in kind, and we stood aside to wait, while she gave me dirty looks.
It had actually been her idea, a bit of repayment for the fishing incident. But I knew she'd enjoyed that almost as much as I had, so I was able to strike a deal. Eye-for-an-eye, more or less. So now we were both out and about, the batteries fully charged before we left. Each of us had a remote vibrator, and the other had the controller app installed on their phone. There weren't a lot of rules, since neither of us was at work or anything like that, but we had a schedule to keep, and we had both agreed on trying not to do anything dangerous. Orgasms only while seated. Neither of us wanted to sit down for lunch.
There weren't a lot of places to stand, however, and as we carried our trays, I leaned over to murmur "truce while we eat?" in her ear. She nodded, and we sat.
"So, mousey, what are you thinking of your brainstorm after an hour?"
"I... still think it's going to be fun. These things last twelve hours, I thought? So we've got lunch, the park, dinner and a movie. Given the way you act, Carol, I doubt I'm going to get to actually watch the movie much. But neither are you."
"Probably right." I certainly intended to have her stifling moans and cumming in her seat as much as possible. She probably had similar intentions for me. Mutually assured distraction. There were other things to handle for the moment, though, and we both dug into our lunches, her salad and my burger. 30 minutes of truce and respite, before we both had to be wary of the other. It was going to be an interesting day.
Leaving the food court, we stopped by one of the kiosks for a pair of ice-creams. Even if it was a more challenging one than usual, it was still a date day, and that meant indulging in things, and each other. So when I licked ice cream off her nose, neither of us was surprised, and there were a lot of giggles. That, right after, I felt a rise and fall from my nethers wasn't much surprise either, and I stifled the moan by burying my nose in her shoulder. That was another bit of today we hadn't really planned. How to hide what we were doing from the crowds around us. The toys themselves weren't an issue, you'd never know they were there, even in my jeans, certainly not in her dress, but using them was a little less discreet.
Still, we were both handling it pretty well, even if I spent a lot of time disguising moans, and she was spending a lot of time with clenched hands and head down, panting. We looked silly, surely, but neither of us really cared. We were carefully going places that we didn't, normally, so none of our regular folks would notice changed behaviors. Conscious decision, that, we had talked about it, and planned where we were going and when, to make sure we didn't run into anyone who'd see us again the next week.
I bit a little bit on that shoulder I was nosed into. Soft, just a little bit, until the buzz stopped all the way, and I'd had a chance to get my breath back. I gave her a wicked look as we headed to the parking lot. "No buzzing the driver. S'not safe."
She nodded. "Driver shouldn't play with her phone while driving, either."
I didn't intend to, but I did have a plan, alright.
After we were both buckled in, I slid my phone into the charging cradle attached to the dash, turned the key, then hit two buttons on my phone before backing out of the parking lot to the sound of a mouse moaning and gasping. "It's twenty minutes to the park, Manda. And I can't play with my phone while I'm driving. Enjoy!" Twenty minutes where the buzz never stopped, but varied in intensity at random. About halfway there, we pulled up to a stoplight and she just... tried to fold up on herself, biting her tongue to keep from howling as she came. Right on my seats, well, that was going to be damp for a while. Not like the smell of lusty mouse was a bad thing, in my book. Obviously enough, since I spent every night cuddled up to one.
She came again shortly before I parked the car, and touched those buttons again, silencing the buzz and letting her breathe again. Which was about all she could do for several minutes, panting and trembling in her seat. "You're m-mean," was all she managed, for several minutes. After that we both got out of the car, and she spent a little time adjusting her skirt to try and get the wet spot to dry out while she walked. I wasn't really looking forward to having my jeans soaked, but that's why I had worn good black ones, so the wet wouldn't show so much.
Sitting in the park next to each other on a bench was pretty much the best thing we could do, and no one would think it weird that both of us were looking at our phones. It's a digital world, and staying connected to it seems to be a preoccupation for everyone. Those who can disconnect for more than a few waking hours are pretty rare. That both of us were playing a game with the other as our board and goal wouldn't have been obvious.
I wanted her to cum. Over and over. She'd made a good choice in adjust her skirt when she sat, so she wasn't actually sitting on it, panty-clad ass on the bench itself. I played those settings carefully to give her orgasm after orgasm, and some rest time between them, but she knew, for hours, that any time I started that buzz, she was going to orgasm, whatever she might like.
She seemed to have different goals, because I never quite came. She was always shutting it down just short, keeping the stimulation low enough that I couldn't get off. Which was maddening in it's own way, frustrating as hell. "F-fuck, mousey! Please? You're making it real, real hard to think."
She giggled, a bit euphoric off her fifth orgasm in the park. "Tell that to soaked panties and this p-puddle under me. No, I'll show you just as much "mercy" as you're showing me." Which was fair, but not exactly what I wanted to hear. The dipping sun was enough to prompt a glance at the time and a nod. "We've got a reservation. You've got towels in your trunk, right?"
"Yeah." I got to my feet, little gasps of pleasure as tight jeans did their bit of friction when I moved.
She spotted the shuddery motion when I straightened, and stood as well. She hadn't been kidding about the puddle, either, she probably needed a bottle of water as much as a towel. My own seat was pretty goddamn damp. She put her arm around my waist as we walked, sliding fingertips in under the waistband of my pants. Nothing aggressive, just a possessive touch. "We should go home and change before dinner. They might not let us in smelling and looking like this."
My reply didn't make it past the first word before the combination of hours of teasing and the friction of my jeans along wet, wet panties made my stumble and stagger, a quiet little orgasm making my knees buckle. She supported me through that stumble, then grinned at me in my euphoric daze. "I was hoping for that. Let's get home."
Driving back without either of us buzzing was a good time to recover, only about five minutes in the car, and another few walking and riding the elevator in quiet. The second that the door clicked shut behind us, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, kissing fiercely, demanding and passionate. Not that she objected. If anything, she encouraged it, melting in my grasp. I put a thigh up between her legs while I held her there, pushing at the shape of that vibrator, giving her something to grind against while I kissed her, bit her neck, held her against the wall and poured passion all over her.
She blossomed under it, grinding her hips, leaving her wetness on my thigh. She kissed back with as much fire as I gave her. She wrapped her hands around my back and dug fingertips in, holding fiercely tight. "Fuck dinner reservations, fuck the movie, fuck... fuck everything fuck me!"
How could I say no to that?
I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her on the bed, then grabbed my phone and cranked that toy up halfway, and set it to pulse. Like waves lapping on the sand, but it was, instead, vibrations. And she was my beach. Or something like that, I'm not terribly poetic.
But I'm eager, and a wagging tail sends the kind of message no words can. Mine was a blur as I undid my jeans and slid them off, pulled my shirt over my head, flipped up her skirt. She had landed on her back on the bed, and was rubbing her thighs together with the vibrations, gasping and shuddering in delight.
Delight I was happy to feed off of, to amplify. A hand on each knee to spread them wide, and my nose between her thighs, licking over the silk at first, heedless of the vibrator that was nestled half inside her and half covering her clit. I needed a taste, damn it, and the vibrator could just get on with what it wanted to.
The good news, as we'd figured out while getting used to these things and trying them out, was that they didn't impede any sort of penetration, really. Made it even better, actually, as her reaction to me tugging her panties aside and stuffing two fingers inside might have shown. She arched and twisted fingers in the sheets, hips up and eager. She wanted me. And I wanted her, bad.
My phone was over on the bed somewhere, out of sight but not out of reach but I didn't care. That toy got pulled out of her and tossed aside so I could get my tongue on that delicate little buzzed pearl, taste her, drive her excitement with just my own touches, no toys or accessories.
I'm not sure how she found the presence of mind to get her own phone from wherever it had fallen, but the sudden spark of vibration from my own crotch was enough to make me buckle and moan. She might joke about how well I respond to getting eaten out, but doing it was just as much of a turn on, and doing it while being buzzed into a puddle? Even better. She came, right then, even tastier in orgasm than she was in frustration, and she rode it out with bucking hips and breathless cries.
Nothing planned or premeditated, or even thought, in this, just passion and intensity. She grabbed my ears and pulled, pulling me up her body so she could kiss me, fierce in her lust and love. She kissed deep, tasting herself on my tongue, giving back some of the molten heat that was puddling under her butt. She let go, and pushed me. "Stand up, pretty puppy. I wanna make you scream."
A dominant streak? She hadn't shown much of that, before, but as lust-hazed and turned on as I was, I wasn't going to argue when she pushed me, pushed my back against the wall and nudged my ankles apart. Pretty wide apart, the only thing holding that vibrator in place the soaked cotton panties.
And then she left! Walked away! Not for long, and I could still see her. Saw her slipping into a harness. Saw her fitting that mutual favorite knotted strap-on in place. Then she came back over and pressed the tip of it, dimpling my underwear and pressing against the still buzzing toy inside me. "Fuck you're beautiful," was all she murmured before grabbing my neck and kissing me again, the other hand helping tug my panties aside and line that toy up. That ferocious kiss stifled my moan of pleasure as the toy slid inside me, thick enough to be difficult without any sort of warmup. But god, so slick and ready that even though it ached it was enough to nearly set off an orgasm, just by sliding into me.
She knew that it was enough, knew just how hot this was for both of us, and knew just how hard to grab my scruff to force my head back. She's shorter than me, a bit, but didn't matter much, all she wanted to nip and bite was lower anyway. She got that thick little toy wedged inside nice and deep, then just bounced her hips, not moving it a whole lot in and out. Didn't matter, between the hand on my scruff and the other one undoing my bra, I wasn't in much condition to argue. Maybe beg for more, but I was finding words kind of troublesome, anyway.
I felt mouse teeth on my left breast, bites and nibbles all over it's curves, then more along the right. She didn't need to hold my scruff anymore, not now that she had what she wanted, and instead dropped both hands to my hips, hanging on as she nailed me to the wall, nipping and nibbling at my nipples all the while. I wasn't sure how long it took, but it sure wasn't very long, a handful of bounces on her hips, more nips and nibbles, and I felt everything suddenly winding up, tensing.
And then she shoved harder, got that knot inside, and I lost everything that even pretended to be control or reason. I think that was the single hardest orgasm I've ever had, and that includes the time I got doubled up on while she watched. I howled pleasure and excitement as she kept bouncing her hips up, moving that dildo inside me and bouncing the vibrator as it buzzed along.
I don't really remember the next few minutes clearly. Somehow, I was laying on the floor, not against the wall, and she was over me, kissing and nibbling, still humping and pushing. I rode that one out, panting and shaking, and she slowed to a stop. Taking off the harness without pulling that knot out took her some doing, but it let her leave me shaking and groaning on the floor while she found her phone. I thought she was going to turn it off, let me relax.
Boy, was I wrong.
The next thing I knew, the buzz died, but only briefly. It came back, a short, sharp buzz, then nothing. Then again. Not enough to drive things back up so hard, but too frequent to relax. I had just gotten my head around enough to try and push the toy out of me, though not the focus to actually accomplish the task. She stopped that by grabbing my hands, pulling them over my head, and then kneeling over me, sitting on my face, almost.
"Gimme some more of that tongue, puppy, I'm still really, really wanting," she huffed, voice rough and low. A hand of hers went to the base of that knotted toy so she could pull on it, slowly. Not pulling it out, but getting to that point where the knot was stretching me as far as it would go, then shoved it right back in. Of course I started eating. What else was I going to do? Ignore the love of my life being all hot and dommy? Silly thought.
I squirmed around, and got my hands out from under her, back around so I could curl them around her thighs, holding her against me while I shoved my tongue in, lapped at her, tried to make her squeak. It's adorable when she does that, really. Mice are too damn cute, especially when they're getting fucked into a puddle.
But god, was it hard to concentrate on eating her out when she was still playing around with that faux-cock inside me, still moving the vibrator around and adjusting the touches, the sensations. I think the only thing that saved me was timing. She was pulling it out when the last orgasm hit her, and me, and we both tensed up real hard. then shuddered through waves of euphoric bliss. That dildo went somewhere that wasn't "in me", she fumbled and took the toy out and off of me, and we both just... layed there, panting, dizzy with pleasure. It took another couple of minutes to get her turned around, laying with her head on my shoulder, close and now softer, affectionate.
"Still happy about your idea, Manda?"
"Oh yeah. But we missed our dinner reservation. And it's going to take a while to get cleaned up enough for a movie."
"Eh. Let's skip the movie. Get cleaned up, go get a bite at that diner over by Dave's."
"Mmm... join me in the shower while things recharge, and we can do a rematch over dinner."
"Oh, you're on, mousey. You're going down!"
"On you, I hope."
And with that, she got up, turned for the bathroom, and strutted thataway. How could I not follow?
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