Neon Nights, Electric Touch

The neon sign for “Good” cast an unsettling, lurid glow across the rain-slicked pavement outside the restaurant, mirroring the unsettling excitement bubbling within me. A few years back, I’d succumbed to the allure of intimacy crates – monthly deliveries of curated fantasies designed to push boundaries and ignite hidden desires. Last May’s “Hotspot” box contained a wearable, remote-controlled vibrator, a selection of exquisitely crafted red lace lingerie, and a generous helping of lubricant. The accompanying fantasy card suggested utilizing the vibrator during a date, a notion that had remained dormant in my mind until last week when Dr. Daddy and I unexpectedly found ourselves free for a night out.

I meticulously prepared myself for the evening, a ritualistic act of transformation. First, a thorough shower, followed by straightening my hair and applying a touch of “date makeup” – a subtle enhancement that wouldn’t scream desperation but would certainly hint at the pleasure to come. A spritz of my favorite perfume completed the ensemble, leaving an intoxicating trail that promised intrigue and anticipation. Slipping into the red teddy, a garment that clung to my curves with a deliciously provocative hold, I scrutinized my reflection in the mirror. The lace, a delicate web of crimson threads, threatened to spill over my breasts, a deliberate choice designed to maximize sensation. The thong panty of the teddy held the small, strategically placed vibrator in place, a silent promise of amplified pleasure. It was blatant, unapologetic sex, a clear declaration of intent – I wasn’t a sister, a daughter, or a mother; I was a lover, ready to unleash a torrent of desire.

A pair of jeans and a demure sweater concealed the fiery undercurrent beneath my preppy exterior, ensuring a deceptive air of normalcy. When Dr. Daddy arrived, I met him in the driveway and hopped into the truck, the scent of rain and anticipation clinging to the air.

“How are you feeling tonight?” I asked, my voice laced with a playful challenge. “Think you might want to play?”

His response was hesitant, tinged with weariness. “You know I’m so tired, I’m just not sure if I feel…”

“I know you’re worn out,” I interrupted, my gaze locking onto his, “but this only requires a little bit of pushing.”

He looked startled as I tossed the remote control towards him, a miniature device that held the key to my pleasure. “This is the remote for the vibrator I’m wearing right now,” I informed him with a knowing wink.

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief as he stared at me, slack-jawed. “You actually have a vibrator on right now? Like, it’s attached to your panties?”

“Well, this one is shaped like a ‘U’ so it’s tucked partly inside me and the other half rests against my clit,” I explained, letting a touch of amusement color my voice.

A spark of alertness ignited in his eyes, and he tentatively reached for the remote. “Tell me how to work this.”

After a brief tutorial on the device’s mechanics, we exited the driveway and made our way towards the restaurant. The drive was short, but the anticipation was palpable. I felt the low rumble of the vibrator against my flesh, a constant reminder of the pleasure to come.

As we arrived, I nervously scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of unwanted attention. Thankfully, the restaurant was relatively quiet, the subdued atmosphere allowing me to focus on the growing heat in my body. It wasn’t long before our table was set, and I eagerly awaited the moment when my fantasy could finally unfold.

The waiter approached with our drinks order, but before I could utter a word, a wave of intense, rhythmic vibrations washed over me. It was a deliberate assault, a calculated provocation designed to both stimulate and tease. Shooting a pointed look at Dr. Daddy, I saw him smirking with a devilish glee, clearly enjoying the game. He calmly ordered a Coke and then inquired, with a playful twinkle in his eye, “Are you ready to order?”

The thundering vibrations intensified, turning my pussy into a taut, throbbing muscle. The sight of my husband’s smug expression, coupled with the escalating sensation, sent a shiver of arousal down my spine. The thong panty and the vibrator, now working in perfect harmony, created an unbearable pressure that threatened to spill over. It wasn't just pleasure; it was a slow, delicious torture.

“Chicken fajitas!” I ordered, my voice barely a whisper, eager to satisfy my mounting desire. Dr. Daddy chuckled as the waiter hurried away to fulfill our order.

As we waited for our food, the vibrations grew more insistent, escalating into a frenzied pulse that threatened to overwhelm me. The heat in my pussy intensified, causing me to shift uncomfortably in my seat. The lusty assurance in Dr. Daddy’s eyes only fueled my arousal, turning me into a trembling, desperate creature.

Finally, our food arrived, a fragrant combination of seasoned chicken, peppers, and tortillas. But the aroma of the fajitas failed to distract me from the escalating pleasure. Attempting to assemble, roll, and eat the dish proved a frustrating challenge, as the vibrations kept pulling me off balance. My focus was entirely consumed by the sensation, making even the simplest task an ordeal.

As I became increasingly aroused, I found myself unconsciously rocking my hips, grinding my clit against the internal portion of the vibrator, desperate to find release. My face flushed with heat, and I wondered if anyone noticed my desperate attempts to lose control. Just as I was on the verge of losing myself in the moment, a concerned-faced waiter approached our table, his expression a mixture of confusion and disapproval.

“Excuse me,” he stammered, “are you feeling alright? You seem a little… agitated.”

Before I could respond, Dr. Daddy leaned in close, his voice a low murmur in my ear. “Don’t worry about him. He just doesn’t understand.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I realized the implications of his words. We were both caught in a web of lust and desire, and the consequences could be significant. But as I looked into Dr. Daddy’s eyes, I saw a shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure we were experiencing.

“You know, I gave this thing a test run this morning to learn how to work it,” I whispered seductively, hoping to heighten the tension.

His startled response was immediate, “You did?! How? When? Weren’t the workmen there today?”

“Yes, that was the point. I wanted to make sure I knew how to use it and that it wasn’t too loud or anything. Besides, they had gone back outside before I orgasmed.”

As he struggled to comprehend the situation, I continued, “The vibrations are awesome. But to get over the peak I needed just a little bit more. So I scooted forward in the kitchen chair until my pussy was flush with the front edge. I spread my legs and rocked my hips back and forth against the chair frame which caused the internal part of the toy to thrust ever so gently into me and allowed me to grind my clit against the external part.”

The realization of my actions sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I couldn’t help but giggle, a nervous tremor shaking my body.

“So you rode the hard edge of a chair this morning, huh?” Dr. Daddy questioned, his voice laced with amusement. “We don’t really have any hard edges in our bedroom. Maybe my hand can help out?”

He grinned wickedly as I rose on my knees and lowered my vibrator-filled pussy to his outstretched hand. The firmness of his grip provided just the right amount of resistance as I ground my wet pussy against him. The combined sensations were overwhelming, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. It felt as though we had stumbled upon a secret, a shared pleasure that transcended the mundane.

As I came, the vibrations intensified, creating a symphony of pleasure that resonated through my entire body. Releasing a final, desperate moan, I pulled away from Dr. Daddy, feeling utterly spent but utterly satisfied. The red teddy, now stained with sweat and anticipation, lay discarded on the table, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

“That was awesome!” I sighed, collapsing back into the chair, my body trembling with residual pleasure. “I thought you were only going to push buttons on a remote tonight. I guess this toy is really a medical device – it miraculously heals exhaustion and stops colds before they start!” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hmm, maybe I just need a daily dose of your pussy!” Dr. Daddy chuckled, leaning in close for another kiss. The scent of rain, sex, and lingering desire hung heavy in the air, a potent reminder of the night’s exhilarating transgression.

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