The Pleasure Chest Box Set(18)

I’ve been so stressed about money and job hunting that it’s been more than a while since I’ve masturbated, and all that dormant desire rushes to the surface as I shed the rest of my clothes and search my underwear drawer for my bottle of lube. Despite the fact that my body wants this more than anything, I’m still nervous. What if the toy doesn’t work for me the way it’s supposed to? What if I can’t actually find my G-spot with it? Vaginal orgasms haven’t happened a lot for me, and I’m a bit skeptical that a toy could magically change that.

My mind flies to the way the man in blue responded when I called him sir, like he was stunned, and it was unexpected. Like he loved it. I find myself wanting to please him, and with that feeling my body becomes even more aroused. I’m already so wet that I don’t need the lube, and the toy slips in easily. It goes in smoothly, settling naturally inside and pressing that area that is supposed to be the magical spot.

I turn the vibrations on, and immediately gasp. These vibrations don’t feel like a normal toy. These are targeted, and the short length of the toy makes it an entirely different experience. I let the Gigi vibrate for a few seconds, reveling in the strange new feeling. But I hear a voice in my head, ‘I want to know everything about this toy’ and I know I have to try everything. I click through the patterns—some more subtle than others—and experiment with the vibration speeds. I image the mysterious man in blue is here, telling me to make sure I try everything, and a spike of pleasure goes through me.

I come across a pattern that reminds me of morse code, three short vibrations and one long, and it brings out something different. I pull on the toy, forcing it against my supposed G-spot, and I definitely feel something. I repeat the motion, pushing the Gigi back and forth against the wall of my pussy, and my eyes flutter closed as small ripples of pleasure start to emanate from that spot. What would he tell me to do, if he were here? Would he tell me to move faster? I move faster, wrapping my fist around the handle so I can pull on it harder.

It’s a slow and steady build, each stroke against my G-spot expanding on the last one so it feels better, more vibrant. I find myself pushing my legs wider, pressing the toy harder against me in search of my orgasm. Holy shit. I’m going to come, and I haven’t even touched my clit. My back arches and I let out a moan. I imagine him watching me, that hungry look in his eyes, that small smile on his lips as I get myself off in front of him—for him.

He crosses his arms, and I feel the challenge in the air, the challenge to come while thinking about him. I flick the vibrations to a higher speed, and my body freezes. My muscles lock down as my orgasm bursts through me, sweet and bright, and entirely delicious. My pussy clenches around the toy, forcing it back onto my G-spot and making me shudder. I pull it out, letting the vibrations run as I use it to tease my clit. I hadn’t even touched it but it’s hypersensitive. The man is in my head, watching, no longer smiling. I hear that deep voice of his as if he’s in the room with me, telling me what to do. One orgasm isn’t enough. I want you to do your job. Come again, just for me. I imagine that his breath is just a little bit ragged, that he’s touching himself too, stroking his cock which he watches me get off on his words.

I use the flat head of the Gigi to tease myself, and another orgasm follows on the heels of the first, this one bursting outward from my clit and making me cry out. Somewhere in my head I see the man smiling that wicked smile at me, and I feel a rush of approval. I know the next time I see him he won’t be disappointed, and there’s a heady power in that knowledge.

I click off the toy, letting my breathing return to its normal pace. Damn.

Well, I guess that I do have a G-spot. And you can bet that I’ll be using that toy again. For sure.

I manage to get out of bed to wash the toy, even though that exquisite relaxation that follows a really great orgasm is spreading through my body. By the time I climb back into bed my eyes are already closing. I don’t bother to put on pajamas, enjoying the feeling of the sheets on my skin and the images of the man in my mind.





3





Today everything seems brighter. The customers have been friendly, and work has been fun. Even the music on the radio has me in a good mood. I may or may not have been dancing while cleaning some of the displays. I’m trying to tell myself that I’m just in a good mood—that it’s because I finally have a job and things are looking up in my life. I tell myself it’s definitely not because I met a hot-as-fuck stranger yesterday. I tell myself it’s not because I had two amazing orgasms last night after a dry spell that’s longer than I like to admit. But even though I tell myself it’s not those things, I know that I’m kidding myself.

I’m in the middle of checking the bondage gear for clearance prices, and dancing to a 90s song, when I hear Ella laughing behind me. “There must be something in the air today. You’re practically bouncing.”

I gesture towards the door. “Haven’t you seen? It’s a beautiful day.”

“It is. But I don’t think the weather has anything to do with the fact that you’re glowing like a freaking lamp.” A blush rushes to my face, and her grin splits wider as she sees that she’s right. “See? I told you. Spill.”

I open my mouth to make up some excuse, when I hear the door open. I turn, and I swear my heart tries to jump out of my chest. Because it’s him. My mouth is still open, and I manage to shut it before his gaze lands on me. He smiles in that way that’s haunted my thoughts, and Ella laughs under her breath. “Damn girl. Now I see why you’re so happy.”

“No. That’s not…He’s not—” I swallow my words as I feel him walk up behind me, and Ella just smirks as she heads back to the counter. I turn, squaring my shoulders and preparing to be professional. “It’s good to see you again, sir.” I throw the title in there to see if he’ll react in the same way. He doesn’t, but he smiles wider, and my knees go a little weak.

“You as well,” he says. “Do you have anything to report to me today?”

I blush again, because hell yes have I got a report, but I also thought about him the whole time. I clear my throat. “I did,” I say, leading him over to where the toy sits on the shelf. “This toy is really well made. Good materials and a really fun package. The toy itself—” I pause, trying not to choke on my words as I talk about masturbating with a stranger, “fits really well. Though I was skeptical about what it said it would do, it comes through in its design. It’s meant to stimulate the G-spot—which, if you didn’t know, is named after the scientist Dr. Ernst Gräfenberg—and it does just that. So, if that’s the kind of toy you’re looking for, I can now personally recommend this.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

“Well…what else would you like?”

I try to ignore the way his eyes widen at my words, try not to feel the way my body is responding from just the way he’s looking at me. I glance over at the counter, and I don’t see Ella. She must be in the back, so I go over to the counter, feeling the need to have something in between us. He leans his forearms on the counter, placing him at my height. “I want to know how you felt using it. I want to know your experience, not just a technical analysis.”

I hesitate, confused about why he would want that. I mean, he asked about the toy itself, not about me using it. But then again, half the reason I had the experience I did was because he was in my head. I look back to his face, finding him waiting, no doubt on his face that I’m going to tell him what he wants to know. I swallow. “It was slow at first,” I say. “I was getting used to the patterns. I’d never tried to find my G-spot before, so I wasn’t sure it would work. But it felt really good, and there was a rhythm that drew something out of me.” My mind snaps back to the previous night. “Once I found it, it was like every touch built on the one before, and I couldn’t get enough.”

My pussy is so wet just remembering how good it was, and I’m worried that my arousal is obvious. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had an internal orgasm,” I say, “and when I came…it was a big one.” I’m flushed and wet, and I stop talking, afraid I’ll get carried and tell him that I imagined him urging me on. “It was really good. Let’s leave it at that.”

The look on his face is almost indescribable. His eyes have gone dark and hungry, just like I imagined them the night before, and the way he’s looking at me makes me think he wants to jump over this counter and rip my clothes off. Honestly, I kind of wish he would. I take a moment to imagine the way our limbs would tangle together on the floor, skin on skin. He might use the Gigi on me, saying he wants to see me orgasm just the way I described before fucking me into even better orgasms.

I blink away the images to find him still staring at me.

“Thank you,” he says.

“No problem. Oh,” I say, reaching into my pocket, “I have your change.”

He laughs. “Keep it. You’re going to need it for this.” He hands another toy to me across the counter. The Womanizer. It’s a clit stimulator that everyone is talking about. Along with the box is another hundred-dollar bill. What?