Sex Toy Tales: Tales

“My God, isn't this boring!” Ellen scratched across the pad she handed to Cynthia, who scrawled back, “Yes.” It was nearly two p.m.

The speaker said, “Stretch your legs for the next fifteen minutes. We'll reconvene for the roundtable discussion after the break.” Everyone stood in unison and moved toward the doors.

Ellen tugged Cynthia back toward a wall in the lobby, whispering, “Wouldn't you rather cut out now and slip up to the room for some fun before dinner?”

“I'd love to,” Cynthia said, “but you know they're taking attendance. We have to stay.”

They split up and roamed through the crowd, shaking hands and chatting with the appropriate power players. When Ellen caught Cynthia's eye with a mischievous smile, Cynthia knew she was up to something.

They took their seats in the rear of the room, dutifully taking out pens and notepads and feigning interest in the panel of speakers before them.

As the roundtable discussion warmed up, several people started speaking in quick succession, and Ellen could whisper in Cynthia's ear without anyone noticing. She leaned in.

“I can't wait to get you to the room,” she said, and Cynthia's eyes flew wide open. “I want you completely naked in the center of the bed. I want you wet, and I want you ready.”

“What are you doing?” came the response.

“Foreplay.”

“Not here,” Cynthia replied, both anxious at being overheard and a little excited at this daring game.

“You have a better way to spend the next hour and a half?” Ellen asked.

Left with no adequate response, Cynthia just pursed her lips and stared ahead at the dais.

“I have a surprise for you,” Ellen continued. “Remember that new toy we mail-ordered?”

Cynthia turned her head slightly and raised an eyebrow toward Ellen.

Ellen leaned in again. “It arrived yesterday before you got home.” She smirked a little, enjoying teasing Cynthia with the anticipation of their first butt plug. “I took the liberty of packing it with the lube.”

“Oh my.”

“So when you're naked on the bed in a couple of hours, you better expect to be face down.

“With your ass in the air.

“And be ready for the warm silicone to slide on in.”

Cynthia visibly squirmed in her chair at the thought. They hadn't experimented with plugs before, but they'd talked about it at great length. The anticipation of actually playing with one, particularly just thinking about it so explicitly in the middle of a roomful of co-workers, was making her wet.

“It's a little wider than my index finger.

“And a little longer.

“I think you're going to love how it fills you up.

“I know how you loved to be filled.”

Cynthia felt Ellen's breath quicken a little with each line. She didn't know if she should lean away for appearances, or lean closer and enjoy this more. She crossed her legs tighter.

“I'm going to lube it up so good, baby.

“I'm not going to give it to you all at once.

“I'm going to spread your cheeks and push just the tip inside.

“Let you adjust to it.

“Then pull it out.

“Then push it back in a little further.

“I can feel you raising your butt up to meet me.

“I can feel your muscles tense as you expect me to give you more.

“I can hear the little gasp when I slide it all the way in you.

“I think I'll just hold it there. Leave it all the way in for a moment.

“Before I start to stroke you with it.

“Do you think you can come from this, baby?

“Maybe I'll reach around and get a finger on your clit, too. You think you could come then?”

This time, Cynthia let out a barely audible groan. A person in the row ahead of them glanced backward. She adjusted herself in the seat, and Ellen bowed her head to hide her smirk.

“How many times do you want to come tonight?

“Two? Three? Seven?

“Maybe we won't make the banquet at all this evening. Maybe you'll like the plug in you so much you'll want to leave it in all night. Maybe we'll order room service. Or maybe I'll just have you.”

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The moderator was making some closing remarks, but two women at the back of the room were already on their way to the elevator before he finished speaking.