My husband has become a reader :-)

Steve read the blog for the first time last night (he's away for a couple of days) and sent me this simple critique of the content :-)

I sincerely hope that his sentiments echo those of other male readers!

The Boy - continued..

I wasn't going to do this tonight - I was tired and irritable after a terminally boring meal and drinks with my customer and was all set to just have a quick shower, make myself cum with one of the boys and turn in (I like to use Brad standing up in the shower!). But then I signed on and read all of your comments and the lovely attention and interest you're so kindly showing got me all flustered and so I decided to make things a little more interesting for all of us and complete the story, no doubt making me an awful lot hornier and giving me something to focus on when I get round to my session with my toys afterwards - so thanks to you all :-)

So - The Boy sent me that first picture and I was so hot, so quickly, that I was a little shocked at my reaction - I'm not some schoolgirl unable to control her feelings yet there I was standing in a toilet at work, bent double over that image on the little screen of my phone, finger fucking myself into a hugely intense series of orgasms.

Afterwards, sitting there with my knickers round my ankles, getting my breath back, I sent the picture on to Steve , with the message that I seemed to have an admirer..

I also replied to The Boy, complimenting him on his "appearance". I couldn't help but ask him how many times he'd thought of me when he got hard like that. Steve replied first  - I've deleted his text unfortunately but it was very similar to "fucking hell - we have GOT to get that thing inside you - I want to see you cum on it"

As I was walking back to my office The Boy replied - and his texts I am able to repeat accurately as I kept them all, and still do in fact.. "think of u all the time and wank over you sometimes 5 or 6 times a day u r so fucking hot. glad u like my cock its only this hard for you"

I was getting a little light headed by now - walking in a meandering pattern towards my desk - I had to get a grip for the rest of the day and get some work done. I replied to The Boy that I was really busy but please could I call him when I left the office for a chat. He replied immediately "yes pls". 

Sitting back at my desk I tried to focus on something constructive for the next couple of hours, which was going pretty well until about 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I got another text message from The Boy; "guess what im doing?", he asked. I replied, "knitting?", or something equally fatuous. His next message explained, quite graphically, exactly what he was doing;

Well, good God, I felt the tingle between my legs again and my nipples jumped against my blouse as I studied the picture, holding the phone close to my face to get as good a look as I could. Again I forwarded the picture message to Steve and told him I was going to talk to The Boy later that evening on the way home in the car. Steve replied within seconds, saying "when you do, conference me in first, i'll stay on mute and listen"

We had played similar phone related games before, and I replied "course". I then replied to The Boy; "not knitting then. good god you have a great cock - are you going to cum? what are you thinking about?"

a few minutes later I got another picture message from him, answering both my questions and causing me to have a delicious little "non contact" orgasm there at my desk. the image he sent was of his computer monitor, clearly showing one of the naked pictures of me with a thick, thick wad of creamy cum covering half the screen.

I really liked this lad.

I teased myself for the rest of the afternoon and forced myself to stay until at least 20 minutes after I normally would have left the office. Getting into the car I turned on the hands free and as I drove out of the car park I dialled Steve, who answered after 1 ring. After establishing that he had left work early to go home and wait for this call (perks of the job I guess) and that he was lying on the bed with his cock in his hand and his earpiece plugged into his phone, he went onto mute and I dialled The Boy, conferencing Steve in as soon as it started to ring.

The Boy answered after a few seconds, just as I pulled into the traffic for my normal hour behind the wheel to get home.

"Hi", he said, sounding nervous, but also unmistakably excited. "Hi", I replied. There was a pause. "So, um... It was nice of you to send me those pictures", I continued, "you have a very nice, ah, body..."

"Thanks  - so do you, I mean, yours is fucking awesome, sorry, awesome..", he gushed.

"Do your really find me that attractive - I mean, you've really, you know, made yourself cum, looking at me?", I asked.

"Fuck, yes, I mean, yeah - loads of times - I haven't looked at anyone else, not even porn or anything, since I met you and Steve sent me those pictures - you're sort of stuck in my head. Last night I was half way through dinner, I'd only just wanked off over you like 5 minutes before, my dad was talking to me about something but you popped into my head again and my cock just started to throb, I got up and left the food, ran upstairs and brought myself off again  - it's like, really intense..", He said.

I was seriously wet by now, especially as I was aware that Steve was listening to all of this and would be absolutely loving every second. I also knew he would want me to behave like a slut, which to be honest is not much of a reach for me.

"So, do you want to fuck me?", I asked, deadpan. "JESUS - YES! I mean, really? could I? would you - what about Steve?", The boy was obviously very excited at this prospect.

"Steve? Oh - don't worry about him. He knows the score - he likes me to be happy, and I like cock. lot's of cock - just at this moment I really like your cock in particular. If you want to fuck me then come round to the house in 2 hours"

"God - I'll be there.. what, um, what do you like?", he asked. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, um, if I'm honest I've not been with that many girls and, well, some seem to like different things, so, erm..", he said, struggling a little.

"I like everything", I replied, "and your inexperience doesn't bother me in the slightest - in fact it's quite a turn on if I'm honest - It's been a long time since I had someone as young as you. How many girls have you been with?"

"Well, actually you know, done it with.... two.. and I've messed around with a couple more..", he said, quietly..

Being someone's third ever fuck had an immediate appeal - I was also certain I'd be his first proper fuck if everyone he'd been with so far was his own age.

"Listen", I said, "I'll do you a deal. I know that most young men are like rabbits - they cum quickly but are hard again almost immediately. I don't care how quickly you cum and you can have me as many times as you want, you can do anything you ever saw in a porn movie or imagined in your wet dreams to me, anything at all - on one condition. Steve will watch us."

Silence, for ten or twenty long seconds, just his breathing. 

"OK - but... won't he mind? I work for him..it could be, erm.. tricky..", he mumbled.

"I promise you it will do your career no end of good if Steve sees me cum on your cock young man, trust me."

"Really? God, OK, yes, fucking great.. I mean, thankyou...I can't wait - so hard already..", he said, excitement evident in his voice again.

"Well why don't you lie back, stroke that big cock of yours and tell me all about it until you cum - then you can get ready and come over to the house and put it inside me.", I said, knowing that Steve had probably already cum at least once listening at home.

"Hmmm, yes...OK...I'm very hard, got my right hand on my cock, my balls are all tight from talking to you..I've got the pictures of you on a slideshow on my TV at the end of the bed.. I'm wanking - up and down my cock - Jesus, getting harder, its sort of painful how fucking hard it is now.."

I could clearly hear his breathing and the rhythmic rustling of his bedding as he stroked his cock.

"That's very good", I told him, "keep stroking it and imagine what you're going to do to me very soon - I'm going to take your cock in my mouth and suck it, then , when it's as hard as it is now I'm going to sit on it, push it deep into my pussy - " "Please", he interrupted, "please can you say 'cunt' for me? I love it when women say it - they, uh, never do.."

"I'm going to push it deep into my wet cunt", I continued, clearly hearing him gasp as I said the word and his hand movements speed up audibly. "My cunt will be so fucking wet that it's going to make your cock very, very slippery - which is exactly how it will need to be when I take it out of my cunt and put it into my arse.."

"FUCK - into ... into your fucking arse... yes...yes.."

"And you can cum in there, empty your balls and pump into my arse, then I'll take you back in my mouth and make you grow again, make you hard again and then I'll get on my knees and turn my back to you and reach between my legs and pull your cock into my cunt and tell you to fuck me hard until you cum inside me... Then, guess what? I'm going to make you hard again.."

The noise from the other end of the phone as I trickled along in traffic, and trickled into my knickers, was incredible. I could hear bed springs, what sounded like a head board thumping on the wall and his breathing - loud, fast, ragged.

"Yes, oh yes", he said and I could tell his teeth were clenched - "I'm gonna..Oh, I'm gonna fuck you so hard...cum in your arse and your fucking cunt...right in front of Steve...gonna go down on you...jesus...gonna make you cum..FUCK...gonna, gonna..GONNA - FUCKING HELL!" As the movement noises reached a crescendo I talked quickly "Yes - that's it baby, stroke it harder, thats it - don't speak - just cum, cum for me.. make it spurt - come on - do it, do it, do it.."

He did it - that's for sure. It was a full minute before he recovered the strength to speak again..

"So - can I really, you know, come round, still?"

"You'd fucking better, my boy", I said, giggling but serious, "you've got a lot of promises to keep".

Anyone like to hear the conclusion? I'm going to put Brad AND Antonio to some use..phew..

x

Hotel blues...

Well, here I am again... business hotel in the middle of nowhere, don't know anyone apart from the customer and the TV is shit...

Hey-Ho.. at least said customer is having the decency to take me to dinner, so all is not lost and, on my return I have my two best travelling companions all lined up and ready to go - never leave home without them (although I imagine the baggage handlers at several airports have had a good old chuckle, but I'm sure I'm not alone :) )

Meet Antonio and Brad (yeah, yeah, I know..!)

Young men still like an older woman, it seems..

By way of a "teaser" response to John - who asked about my experience with younger men, some of which is quite recent, I thought I'd set the scene. I can' t go into too much detail just now as I'm off to the airport for a short business trip.. Ho-hum, the solitary hotel existence for a couple of nights. Still, a few trips ago I had he pleasure of getting the room next to the noisy couple - Instead of complaining I moved the chair next to the adjoining wall and listened intently, coming along with the lucky woman - thank God for budget hotel lack of sound-proofing.

I digress... at Steve's office there is a trainee. Universally known as "The Boy" he is 18, well liked by all and of course, the butt of all office jokes. Being a senior member of the firm Steve has mis-used the boy's time on a few occasions - helping him to put up fences at home, fix boilers, cut grass, you know - cash in hand stuff.

The Boy was quite taken with me from the first time we met, possibly because I was about to go to work and was wearing a sexy, tight and tailored summer length dress and stockings. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when Steve arrived with him as I was leaving to get into my car and Steve favoured me with his normal greeting  - deep kiss, hands on my arse, all over me basically. I was released and quickly introduced to The Boy, who shook my hand, went a bit red as I caught him looking at my tits and then shuffled out of the way as I jumped into my car and drove off.

For several sex sessions afterward, Steve brought The Boy into his fantasy narrative, telling me that after he met me he had asked loads of questions about me. Steve claims to have caught him holding a framed holiday picture of me in a bikini and saying "fucking hell..." under his breath.

The next time the boy came to the house, again with Steve while I was out, Steve deliberately left my clean underwear lying on the kitchen counter. When I checked I was, indeed, missing a very expensive pair of silk french knickers, which Steve was immediately certain The Boy had stolen, which just turned him (and me if I'm honest) on all the more. Steve would tell me in great detail what The Boy was doing with them, and how thick they must be with his cum by now. 

Steve also told me that The Boy had asked if I used Facebook or any other social sites, and when asked, admitted it was because he was after some pictures of me, for "a project".

Steve sent him, with my permission, a bunch of posed portrait type pictures from a while ago, but "accidentally" left two naked shots of me just after sex in the folder. To his credit, The Boy asked Steve if he knew he'd sent them as he didn't want me to be embarrassed. Steve lied that I had , in fact, Insisted that they were included but on the proviso that I would get a picture in return of The Boy - Steve tells me this was all kept very jokey and light hearted, testing the water with the hope it might develop into a scenario we could manipulate to get The Boy inside me  - I really wanted him by now and was very flattered that he seemed to spend all his time ignoring the hot girls of his own age and lusting after me.

The first I knew, however, about this picture exchange proposal was when I received this image on my phone at work;

Entitled "Here's what thinking of you does to me.."  I excused myself from the meeting I was in and went straight to the ladies, locked myself in a cubicle, pulled my trousers down, rested the phone on the toilet and bent over it, one hand on the wall, the other frantically rubbing at my clit inside my knickers. I came very quickly and very hard..

The rest of the story is about what happened when I forwarded the picture to Steve... of which, more soon..

x

Hmmm "home alone" all afternoon...

What was I to do?...

On the subject of "Dogging"

"Dogging", as some of you may well know, is a British slang term for the act of having sex, or watching others have sex, with strangers, in public. It normally takes place in remote car parks or wooded areas and there are an awful lot of them - the internet has allowed thousands of like minded people to organise meetings and venues to the point where if you live in the UK and want to go dogging, you can spend 5 minutes with Google and you'll have found a venue near you..

As regular readers will also know, I derive a huge amount of pleasure from my sexual activities with virtual strangers - I like to be watched and I love the possibility of getting caught in action, so, a fairly perfect candidate for dogging wouldn't you say?

Steve and I thought so too a while back so, last spring we agreed on a plan - we would find a local site and go along and watch, nothing more, just watch what happened from the comfort and safety of our car. The websites we had found all agreed that this was a perfectly acceptable way to dip a toe in the water and, provided we didn't turn our interior lamp on in the car, we would not be treated as active participants and left alone. 

Steve searched about on the internet and found a place about 5 miles from us which was apparently a renowned dogging hotspot. The location was a large car park in a small nature conservation wooded area, popular with dog walkers during the day, and, it seemed, doggers at night. The following Saturday evening we prepared as if going off for a field trip - I actually took a thermos of coffee - and set off. I had no idea what to expect and was half expecting it to be a total waste of time, with just us two sitting up there for an hour before coming home.

As soon as we pulled off of the main road and turned down the single track stretch to the car park, however, I could see that whatever else may happen, we wouldn't be alone. I could make out at least 10 vehicles - mainly cars but a couple of vans and even a motorbike - as our headlamps flicked over them when we bounced along the rough road.

There were 3 cars parked in the very middle of the area, with the rest around the perimeter forming a loose circle , all facing toward the middle. Steve slotted our car into a vacant gap at the far edge of the car park, reversing in so that we too could see what was going on, if anything.

Steve killed the engine and lights and we sat there in silence, waiting for our eyes to adjust to the moonlight. After 5 or so minutes the interior light of one of the cars in the middle of the circle was switched on, clearly showing us the dark outline of 2 occupants. The other 2 middle cars quickly followed suit. As soon as these lights went on Steve said, quietly, "Look - people are moving about now". He was right. All around the car park people were leaving their vehicles and walking to the middle cars, mainly men - I only saw 2 women - they surrounded the 3 cars in a tight huddle, completely blocking our view. "Oh - right", said Steve, "They must have run back to their cars when they saw our lights approaching - standard practice in case it's the police - I read it on a website. Now they realise we're not the Old Bill they're carrying on where they left off."

I nodded in agreement and suggested that if we actually wanted to see what was happening we should get out and have a look. Steve looked like a kid at Christmas - grinning from ear to ear, "Ok - if you say so my love...".

We left the car and walked, hand in had, to the middle to join the 20 or so strong crowd. As we got closer I felt a sharp rush of excitement as I realised 2 things simultaneously - both of which aroused me; Firstly I could clearly hear the sounds of sexual pleasure, female and male, coming from the middle of the crowd. Secondly I noticed that the shoulders of at least half the guys in the crowd were jerking rhythmically - even from behind I recognised that stance immediately - they were all masturbating, right there in the open, standing next to each other.

I skipped quickly over the last few paces - keener than ever to see what was happening. We pushed gently between two guys - one a teenager I would guess, wearing the uniform of baseball cap and sports gear, the other a 50 something in cords and a pullover. Both these men had their cocks in their hands, both were very hard and both were stroking away in a concentrated manner. They were reluctant to move until they turned slightly and saw me, at which point they stepped aside immediately so Steve and I could see the cars in the middle. I must admit I got another powerful tingle between my legs as they both looked me over from head to toe and back again, all the while pumping on their cocks, before, like us, turning their attention back to the cars in the centre.

On the bonnet of the middle car a woman, probably in her late forties, was lying on her back, naked from the waist down. Standing between her legs and bending to very vigorously lick her pussy was another woman, probably a little younger but not much. Standing behind the second woman was a young man - holding her by the hips he was fucking her hard and fast from behind - her skirt was up over her back and her knickers were stretched tight between her spread ankles. He was grunting loudly and every few seconds she would stop licking to raise her face slightly and mutter encouragement to him, or moan in pleasure; "That's it - come on, give it to me.. oh...yes... like that - deeper....she tastes so fucking good you know....oh..fuck me harder.." before dropping back to the pussy in front of her and eagerly lapping at it again.

The woman who was being licked out so enthusiastically on the bonnet would then grab the back of the other woman's head again and push her face down into her pussy - thumping on the bonnet with her arse as she fucked her mouth as fast as she could - again, moaning and swearing all the time.

From what she said to the man doing the fucking, it was clear that they were together  - it was her husband or boyfriend with his cock inside this stranger who was going down on her; "That's it babe - fuck her harder...God you look so good...do her like you do me...make her cum - she's gonna make me cum in her mouth...fuck...yes..."

There were occasional words of encouragement from the watching crowd, and particularly from the older guy who had made room for us and was now standing at my left shoulder, still tugging away at his cock, which I could see in my peripheral vision and every now and then I stole a direct glance at. It was big and hard, thick and veiny and he was working it fast with his fist as he watched. "Go on mate", he said to the young guy, "make her cum - she can take it harder than that - push her fucking face into that pussy - go on.." Acting on a hunch I said to him, quietly, "who is she?", "My wife", he replied, his breathing heavy.

I was, by this stage, very, very turned on. There was almost too much slutty, erotic, filthy, degraded activity to process in front of me. Swapping partners, public sex, filthy talk, masturbation - all right there in the car park.

I glanced at Steve, standing to my right. He had his right hand in his trouser pocket and was obviously touching himself. "Go on - it's OK - take it out - enjoy.." I said to him. Steve needed no second bidding and quickly unzipped his jeans, dragging his cock out into the air. I could see it was absolutely rock hard as he started to stroke it.

The woman lying on the car came noisily - her hands and her man's were entwined in the long hair on the back of the other woman's head as she did so - both pushing her face deeper into her pussy as she writhed around. "Jesus - oh yes, FUCK, yes...FUCKING HELL..."

This proved too much for one of the guys in the circle, who stepped forward quickly and shot his load over the back of the woman being fucked - we all watched it slide slowly down to her arse as another, then another, then more guys stepped up and released their sticky loads over the women - some went in the hair of the woman on the car, some on her face - some even accidentally hit the young man doing the fucking - which I found very exciting indeed.

The young man himself was obviously getting very close to the point of no return - he was swearing and shouting and I could see the cords in his neck bulging as he thrust harder and faster into the licking woman's pussy. He suddenly started to slow, and the man standing on my left shouted "DON'T PULL OUT - CUM INSIDE HER!" the young man hesitated, glanced over his shoulder at the older man and then, decided, pushed back into her hard, twice, three times before collapsing, still, on top of her. This tipped the old guy over the edge and I heard him mutter "yes, oh yes.." and turned my head to watch him cum. He noticed me looking and held my gaze - he quickly took a shuffled step towards me so that his cock was pointing right at me - an inch from my tummy. In the heat of the moment I snatched my t-shirt up so and pushed my tummy forward so that the hot tip of his cock was pressed against my belly button. He grunted and his hand became blurred on his cock as he shot stream after stream of his warm cum onto my bare midriff, both of us watching as it slid down to gather at the waist of my jeans.

Steve grabbed my hand and practically dragged me back to the car. He opened the back door and turned back to me - dragging my t-shirt completely over my head and yanking my bra off he pushed me into the back seat of the car where I lay on my back. Steve straddled my upper chest and pushed his cock into my open mouth - obviously he had been as turned on as me by what he had seen and he started to fuck my mouth - his hands clamped onto the side of my head to pull me onto him with each thrust. With his hands over my ears I couldn't hear much, but I saw him lean over and push the button to roll the window down behind my head. Immediately I saw several shapes gathered above me, outside the car. Getting more excited by the second I realised we were attracting our own audience - I was by now very wet and could feel it between my thighs.

Some muffled conversation was happening - people outside talking to Steve, and Steve answering them. I felt my feet flop into nothing as the other rear door on which they had been resting was opened, then my shoes being tugged off and hands - several hands, working on the buttons of my jeans. It is indescribably exciting to be undressed like this by strangers and I had a delicious, shuddery little orgasm as they dragged my jeans, complete with knickers, down over my thighs and completely off, leaving my wet, waxed bald pussy exposed to all.

Feeling wonderfully slutty and brazen I opened my legs to give the watchers a show. Steve was still fucking my mouth and I had no view at all of what was happening behind him, at the other side of the car. I felt hands - 5 or 6 hands at least, running over my lower body, holding my legs apart further for a better view. Someone came on my ankles and lower legs - heavy , hot dollops of cum falling onto me and then sliding onto the seat below me.

Fingers started probing my open pussy - holding me open further and darting inside - all the while I could hear muffled sounds of appreciation and arousal from all sides. someone was working his thumb over my clit while others fought to push their fingers inside me - two or three different men all managing to finger fuck me at the same time. I came and came, writhing about in ecstacy. Steve released his hold on my head and turned his head, craning his neck to watch what the men were doing to me. Suddenly I could hear, and the words made me cum again, harder; "My God  - she's so fucking hot - look at that fucking pussy - here, feel inside her, she's so fucking wet in there - rub her clit...MMMM I'm gonna....UHH", at this last I felt more cum hitting me - this time over my upper thighs and groin, flowing down to the crack of my pussy and covering the remaining hands fighting for space between my legs.

Cum, also accompanied by grunts and shouts, hit my face and hair from the other window - I saw several spurts hit Steve's chest before the owner of the cock managed to angle it down to point at my face.

I felt the familiar taught pumping of Steve's cock in my mouth as he shouted "You are such a FUCKING SLUT" and released his big load into my throat. Steve got off of me and climbed over to the front seat, turning, glazed, to watch as the few remaining stiff cocks outside the car spurted over me one at a time.

I stayed exactly where I was. Someone closed the windows and door, thanking us for a great show, swapping numbers with Steve as I drifted in and out of sleep. I snoozed, half naked, caked in dried and drying cum, all the way home. Steve drove the car straight into the garage and carried me into the house through the internal door and upstairs. Lying me on the bed be opened my legs and pushed his hard-again cock fully into me, as usual describing the night's events in great detail to me as he fucked me.

We never did go back, partly because I was detained elsewhere for most of the rest of the year - but I know that we will again. Reading my diary from the time and transposing the story to this blog has been a truly arousing experience, and I have decided we're going to re-live it, soon..

x

Group sex chat..

Just pondering an idea.. I am home alone or away for work quite often.. if any readers would like to help me fill in those gaps with some erotic IM, let me know? I use MSN  - doherf@live.com

thanks :-)

Two resurrections...

One of which is this blog, which, due to recent kind encouragement for some of my ramblings on another site I have decided to breathe life into again. I think, actually, that the blog format may even suit me more than posting on discussion boards, as here I can make short entries, share thoughts (such as they are) and, of course, continue documenting my increasingly shameful sex life - oh - and the ability to easily incorporate pictures is exciting.

And so to the second resurrection - public orgasms.

My husband, Steve, used to love playing sexual games with me when we were out in public - at dinner, in cinemas, taxis, shops etc. Steve would whisper in my ear that his cock was hard - he'd say he'd been watching a guy staring at me and he just knew that he wanted to fuck me  - was day dreaming about what I looked like under my clothes, whether I was shaved, how I would taste....

This kind of talk could go on for hours, getting me wetter and wetter every time Steve dropped a new insight into my ear, sometimes gently touching me between my legs through my clothes or brushing his bulging crotch against my arse or hand as we sauntered through food aisles or ordered coffee. I would always get worked up into a complete frenzy - frequently taking myself off to the nearest public toilet to open my legs and feel the relief of a shuddering orgasm with my fingers stuffed inside my wet pussy. Less frequently, but far more intensely, I would cum in my knickers, wherever we happened to be - a couple of times I was so hugely aroused by whatever Steve was saying that I didn't need to be touched, just stood there shaking and reddening as wetness trickled past my knickers and down my thigh - or Steve would just seize an appropriate moment and frantically rub my pussy through my clothes, my arm round his neck as I squeezed my thighs against his hand, trying desperately to cum in the few seconds we had before we were caught.

The possibility of discovery has always been a huge part of this thrill - it is, of course, a very well known turn-on and I'm sure I share it with many millions of people, but I wonder how many have actually tried it? 

After a "discovery" incident a while ago I asked Steve about this and he said he'd talked to a lot of his mates and they all agreed that the chance of getting caught was a massive turn-on. Steve also says that many men have experienced it, at least in one way, as so many have been caught or nearly caught, masturbating. Steve told me that this has happened to him several times and on each occasion when he's been stroking his cock behind a closed, but not locked, door and hears the dreaded footsteps outside he immediately spurts his cum - such is the increased arousal. Steve said it wouldn't matter who it was outside the door, could be anyone at all, merely the thought of being caught with his cock in his hand starts it jumping and spraying onto his shoes.

Anyway, I digress a little. At the height of our public orgasm games we used a lovely toy  - a near silent butterfly vibrator which was pushed inside my knickers and controlled remotely and wirelessly by Steve, using a simple on/off key-fob controller kept in his pocket.

We had enormous fun with this little device - in fact I'm more than a little wet as I write this, remembering just how good it felt to use.  If we were going out in the evening, anywhere there would be plenty of people in close proximity, I would push the vibrator inside my french knickers (they worked best as they held the device against my clit quite tightly) and and Steve would keep his thumb on the remote buttons in his trouser pocket. 

Steve was very inventive with how and where he made me cum with the vibrator - he would sometimes pretend not to know me, perhaps sitting opposite me on the tube train, looking at me over a newspaper, flicking the vibrator on and off, slowly extending the periods of "on" until I gasped, pushed my thighs together and, although sitting, pushed my feet up onto tip-toes to strain against my contracting pussy as I came. 

Steve particularly liked to keep his distance in clubs, making me cum on the dance floor on more than one occasion. His favourite club and bar scenario, however, was to wait for someone he knew I did not like, or would not fancy, to approach me and try to chat me up. As soon as Mr. Wrong appeared on the scene, perhaps the smelliest man within 50 miles with dirty hands, Steve would start pushing the button. This led to me having to hold on to several disgusting guys for support as I helplessly wet my knickers right in front of them - I must admit that, slut that I am, some of them got the benefit of my orgasmic glow with their own opportunity to cum in my mouth or hand soon after.

So, as mentioned earlier, this practice has been resurrected by Steve and I and we had our first revival experience this weekend just gone. The original vibrator is broken so we've ordered a new, improved model but in the meantime we improvised;

Steve and I are arranging some finance to start a new business and had an appointment on Saturday morning with an adviser at the bank to run through some options. I was wearing fairly typical Saturday morning attire - vest top and fitted grey jogging trousers (I always visit the gym early on weekends) and the adviser, who turned out to be a rather attractive young buck of about 23 or 24 in a sharp suit and designer shoes, was obviously quite interested in what he could see of the swell of my breasts and the shape of my legs and arse inside my trousers. I don't believe that the outline of knickers should be visible through tight - fitting trousers or skirts so I prefer not to wear underwear in these circumstances, such as that morning.

Steve was doing the majority of the talking but our new money man, Lewis, was certainly not interested in holding any kind of eye contact with him - in fact most of Lewis' questions or replies were addressed directly to my breasts, a fact which had, of course, not escaped the notice of Steve. We were in an interview room - effectively a glass walled booth in the middle of the busy bank floor, with visibility in and out from all sides.

Lewis left the room to get some paperwork from the printer and Steve started talking immediately;  "God - he wants you - did you see his cock when he stood up? he wants that thing inside you. He's probably touching it right now, making himself cum so he can come back in here and look at you without wanting to spurt - I bet he's huge - the bulge was huge in his trousers - he's been staring at your tits the whole time  - he's noticed your nipples and when he followed you into the room he was staring at your arse, looking for knickers - but he knows you haven't got any on - he must think you're a real slut - I bet you're wet, I know you're wet - and so does he - he's going to..." At that instant Lewis re-appeared and I gasped a little - partly from the shock of his return but partly because Steve was right - he did have a very large bulge in his trousers, currently directly in my eye-line as he stood at the other side of the desk from me.

I just stared brazenly at it as Steve slowly slid his hand onto my chair and edged under my arse with his fingers. I knew what he wanted and I was in no mood to resist, so I joined Steve in making a reasonable show of listening to whatever it was Lewis was telling us about this particular bargain financial product and slowly, casually, leaned on the desk with my elbows, allowing me to raise my arse almost imperceptibly off of the chair, just enough for Steve to slide his hand completely under me.

Lewis had re-seated himself opposite us again by now and was pointing out where Steve and I needed to pay attention to the document, and where to sign, but I have to say he could have been talking about anything, in any language, as Steve had achieved his goal - what he refers to as "the bowling ball" - I was sitting on his hand and, through the thin cotton of my trousers, his thumb was pushing into my arse and two fingers were between my soaked and swollen pussy lips.

The only disadvantage to this is that I have to do all the work as Steve's hand is effectively immobile. I wasted no time and, staring at Lewis and replaying all the things Steve had just said to me in my head, I was gently grinding and rocking back and forth on Steve's hand - it must have looked like a strange little wriggling habit to Lewis but he had obviously noticed the effect my arousal was having on my nipples as he was making no attempt to hide the fact that he was fascinated by their obvious erectness as they pushed against my top.

After less than a minute of this - me riding Steve's hand, thinking about Lewis having to rush off to the staff bathroom when we left to frantically jack himself off into the toilet, all the time thinking about what he wanted to do to me, and the fact that I was literally being finger fucked right in front of him - I came, and hard. Steve claims he felt me cum through my trousers, and I believe him. We had to abandon the rest of our morning and rush straight home for two reasons - primarily to fuck like dogs over the kitchen counter, my trousers round my ankles, Steve's cock tugged hurriedly out of his flies, while Steve re-told the morning's events over and over, getting filthier and filthier each time - but also because, I can tell you, Light grey thin cotton trousers do not hide cum stains particularly well... :-)