Remote Love

Needing to get Nikki to stop, I sat up properly, pulled my phone from my pocket, launched the app, and managed to feed it my passcode. But my hands were unsteady and as I struggled to text her, "Stop! Please!," the phone fumbled loudly onto Lisa's keyboard. And I moaned again.

Lisa was hanging up her desk phone just then and had seen everything from my collapse forward. She had a stunned but curious look on her face. She grabbed my iPhone from the desk before I could get back to it, then looked at the screen.

"What's gotten into you, Dan?"

"What is this app? And who are you texting when you should be fixing my e-mail?"

- 13 -

The screen switched to showing that Dan was seated now; but also thrusting his hips a bit.

I loved having this kind of power over his body. Without having to give my own body to him. What a fun way to work through your grievances with your spouse! A lot of women are going to like giving this kind of sex, I think.

"More! Please!," Dan begged me from afar.

Not sure how he could take so much sensation and still want more, I turned on all of the patterns I'd created so far. Then I started using my fingertips to repeatedly pulse the fluid up and down the sleeve that held his dick in place inside his pants.

- 14 -

Lisa was still looking at my iPhone but I was helpless to stop her. The pleasures from my groin were becoming synchronized and shutting down the higher capacities of my brain. My hips started to buck up and down wildly in the chair. In a minute, I came in a heap of emotion and sweat.

Lisa had a lot of questions. She went to her office door and closed it shut. She came back and sat on the side of her desk, facing where I lay—crumpled—in her chair.

"Explain yourself," she began.

I took a deep breath and sat up straight. "Uh. well. Nikki, my wife—you've met her—and I. We're testing out an invention I made today. It's. um. a sex toy underwear with built in vibrators and things that can be remotely controlled. She must've assumed I'd be in my office. I was trying to text her to stop when you grabbed my phone."

"Interesting. Show me how it works."

I started to stand and reach for my phone, to show her the app, but she stood and moved her hand away out of my reach.

"I meant: Show me the underwear."

"Take off your pants. They're a mess anyway."

Still standing, I considered my options: Walking out of her office would leave her still angry and in possession of my phone. I'm quite a bit taller and stronger than Lisa, but forcefully taking the phone back from her was neither my style nor likely to make for good office politics. Lacking an obvious alternative I decided to cooperate with her request for a demo and hope for leniency.

Unbuckling my pants and kicking off my shoes didn't seem like that big of a deal. But something about the sound the zipper made as it went down felt very wrong. I realized I was about to take off my pants, at work, in front of a female co-worker—a woman who could have had me fired even if I hadn't just ejaculated in my pants in her office.

"If I show you the underwear will you keep this all private? Just between us? I have a family and can't afford to lose my job right now."

"I'm not planning to get you fired, Dan. And if you do exactly as I say I won't tell a soul."

Hesitantly, I let my pants drop and stepped out of them. I had already decided I would let my inner inventor make the best pitch I could, as if Lisa were a potential investor; maybe she even was.

After I finished pointing out the features, Lisa looked again at the screen's female imagery and asked if Nikki had on the panties.

"I think so. I know she had them on at lunch."

- 15 -

After the screen showed Dan was having spasms of the "happy-ending" type, I checked the time on my phone and saw it was 6:43. My how time does fly when you're having fun! I needed to leave right away.

As I was driving downhill on the dark, woodsy two-lane road into the river valley to cross the state line, my phone chimed. Despite knowing better, I kept my left hand on the wheel and reached for the phone—in my purse—with my right.

It was Dan's app that wanted my attention. I entered my passcode one-handed while staying on the road; my former teenage self would've so proud!

"Your turn now!"

Uh. Oh. Dan didn't know I was driving.

And just that quickly I felt the hands of my four strong lovers caressing my inner thighs and bum. Oh, wow. That feels sooooo good!

But I needed Dan to stop. I was trying to text him when blue lights caught the corner of my eye. Oh crap!

- 16 -

Lisa was very interested in my invention. But she was also eager to get back into her e-mail from her computer.

"You can have your phone—and your pants—back as soon as my computer is fixed. So you had better get back to that."

Looking every bit the fool, if not the pervert, I stood hunched over Lisa's computer in my underwear, polo shirt—and business socks. She rolled her chair back away from the desk and sat, waiting, looking at her phone.

- 17 -

I couldn't believe I was being pulled over by a cop right now. I didn't think I was speeding, but weaving maybe? Or, probably, he saw me using my phone? The light from that damn screen is so bright in a car at night.

It was tough finding a spot to pull over on the two-lane road, so I made a right turn onto another road as soon as I could. This road didn't even have a center line and wanting to avoid getting hit, I drove slowly for another two tenths of a mile or so before I found a good place to pull off. The police car pulled in behind me.

The four studs continued to work their body magic even as I rolled down the window. I had the sudden idea that if I could just power down my phone I could stop the sensations.

"License and registration, ma'am."

The vibrator at my g-spot turned on, low, just as I unbuckled and leaned over to reach into the glove compartment for the registration card. I gathered my purse up onto my lap to look for my license. I handed both to the handsome young cop in my window. Then shuddered.

I glanced down at the cup holder; looking for my phone.

"Ma'am, I saw you using your phone while driving. Are you aware of the new distracted driving law?"

Shit. I was aware of the new rules, though it hadn't had much impact on my texting. Fortunately, I remembered one of the lawyers in Dan's firm telling a couple of us at a party that there would have to be an exception for looking at a map application—because looking at a GPS while driving is well established practice.

"It is very dangerous to drive while distracted. I saw you cross the yellow line twice before I put on my lights. You're very lucky that no one was coming the other way."

"I'm sorry, officer ... Freeman. I, uh, was just looking at Google Maps to see where I was going. I should have been more careful. I'm sorry."

"Excuse me, ma'am. Please step out of the car."

"Huh, why?"

"I smell alcohol on your breath."

- 18 -

"You've got really nice legs, Dan."

It was already pressure enough trying to fix Lisa's computer in this situation without her commenting on my half-dressed body. Now she was harassing me too? She had been sitting behind me for the about fifteen minutes I'd been at this. But until that comment I had assumed she was still using her phone.

"I think I've figured out what's gone wrong in the registry. If so, I should be done in just a few more minutes."

"You'd better be done soon! I've got a lot of documents to get out tonight by e-mail."

- 19 -

There was no way I was drunk. I'd only had the one small glass of Chardonnay.

But I couldn't walk a straight line to save my life. That god-damned vibrator was now running faster. And I was suddenly really, really horny. I was gonna come soon and there was no stopping it; I could feel a familiar sensation building. But my phone was stuck in my car.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take you to the station. Please turn and face your car and put your hands on the trunk. I need to pat you down."

A pat down? Oh, Christ! Now?

I had a small orgasm from the mere act of bending forward for this man. Thankfully, I didn't make any noise and it released much of the tension that had built in my body.

As Officer Freeman started rubbing his large hands along my left arm and then my right, I considered leveling with him about what was really going on. I shouldn't have to go to jail for either drinking a glass of wine or using my phone. Maybe he would let me go if I told him about the underwear? But I couldn't be sure.

The feel of his hands rubbing down along the sides of my breasts stalled my thinking. And when he pushed his hands up along my rib cage and felt up along the wire in my bra, I decided to wait and let him finish. I knew my legs would be the next target of his search. My judgment was shaky.

After moving his hands up and down each leg, all the way from the ankle to the maximum height my pants would allow, he seemed to pause.

"Ma'am, do you have something in your pockets?"

"No, sir."

He patted his hands along from my lower back down my butt. Then reached his hand all the way down into my left front pocket, felt around a bit, then pulled the pocket inside out. Finally, he did the same on the right.

Throughout the body search, Dan was making those long slow caresses along the full length of my erogenous area. If I hadn't known better I'd have sworn it was the cop touching me there too.

"You're gonna need to wait in my car," he said as he handcuffed my arms behind my back and stood me up. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Walking to his car was pure torture. I was on the edge and about to come again. It was definitely going to be bigger, and harder to hide, this time.

- 20 -

"Take off your shirt."

"Wait, what did you say?"

"I said: Take off your shirt."

"You're slowing me down, here. I'm close to having your computer fixed."

"That's okay. Do it. I want to look at your ass while you finish."

- 21 -

"Officer, there's something I need to tell you," I almost gasped as he opened the door for me. "I need to get my kids in a few minutes. I'm not drunk. But, uh, this is harder to say than I thought: um, there's a vibrator in my vagina and it's driving me crazy! That's why I couldn't pass your test."

"Lady, are you serious? I knew there was something odd about the shape of your panties and plan to call for a female assist once we get in the car."

"Couldn't we," I asked breathlessly, "make some kind of a ..."

"Hold on; hold me up—I'm gonna CUMMM!" And then I did. And there was nothing quiet about it. My whole body shuddered in the flashing lights.

"Can we make a deal? I'll suck your cock if you'll let me go."

But he simply sat me in the backseat of his car, closed the door, walked around to the driver's seat and got in. As he picked up the radio I started to sob. There was no getting out of this now. And my lousy attempt at a bribe probably made things worse.

How had my day ended up like this? I needed to at least call my mom and tell her I was delayed. And then Dan so he could get the kids. I can't go to jail! I'm a mom!

"Unit 183 checking in. I've got a Code 7 here."

"Unit 183. Code 7 confirmed."

Then Officer Freeman turned off the flashing lights, got out of the car, slipped into the back seat beside me, and unzipped his pants.

"You've got a deal," he said. "I'm officially on my dinner break."

- 22 -

"How much longer, Dan?"

"I'm not sure. I thought I had figured it out, but that didn't work. I'm rebooting again now."

"Turn around and face me."

I complied, but kept my hands covering my crotch.

"You've got a great looking body, Dan. I'd never really noticed that about you before. Nikki is a lucky woman."

As embarrassed as I was to be standing in her office in my underwear, what Lisa said was flattering to hear. She was attractive too, though I'd been trying to ignore that aspect of my predicament. I smiled, thanked her for the compliment, and let my hands drop to my sides.

Hearing the Windows' welcome theme behind me, I turned my attention back to her computer.

- 23 -

"The handcuffs are making this difficult," I said after removing my mouth from his penis. I was leaned over into his lap with the back of my head in his chest; trying to look up at him.

"Girl, I'm not releasing those cuffs unless you do a good job." And, with that, he pushed my head back down onto his cock.

I wanted a release too. Fortunately, Dan was still keeping up his remote assault on my privates. The vibrator inside me was going full blast. The simultaneous feeling of fullness there and in my mouth was a huge turn-on for me; something I already knew from playing games with Dan. In addition, there was an on-off-on strobing at the other vibe. Leaned over on my side as I was, I pushed my upper thigh down into and across my left thigh to keep that pressure in the sweet spot.

I was about to come. And so was the cock in my mouth. The cop's ass was lifted up off the seat. His hips were thrusting up and down to meet my throat. I gagged, momentarily. I felt his body tensing. His left hand was in my hair, still pushing my head down. With his right hand he had pulled up my shirt, pushed my bra up above one breast, and was alternately grabbing my whole tit and twisting on the nipple.

Suddenly, my whole body erupted with sensation. A moment later he came hard in my mouth. His ass fell onto the worn vinyl seat. I felt his come hit the back of my throat and swallowed hard. I kept my mouth around him for another minute or two as he softened. His hand on my breast felt nice.

- 24 -

The long awaited chime of incoming an e-mail had finally arrived. "Aha. I've fixed it," I told Lisa.

Keeping up her end of her terms, she immediately handed me back my phone and let me have my clothes. However, she stayed in her chair to watch me dress.

I left Lisa's office, found the hallway and other offices deserted, checked my e-mail, and then called Nikki.

Getting only her voicemail, I sent a text instead: "I'll be home in about 20 minutes."

- 25 -

As soon as the policeman let me go, I got into my car, powered down my phone and then grabbed the kids from my parent's house. I excused myself to the powder room upon my arrival. Fortunately, I was only about 25 minutes late when it was all said and done; mom didn't even ask why.

At home, I found Dan eating leftovers in the kitchen. I sent the kids up to brush their teeth and get changed, then read in their bedrooms. And I went upstairs myself to change. It was a relief to finally take off those panties.

When it was time for bed, Dan leaned over and kissed me, sweetly. It had been a long day. I had no doubt that keeping what had happened to myself would be best. We fell asleep under the glow of the TV on the far wall, with his arm across my shoulder.

- 26 -

I couldn't bring myself to tell Nikki what had happened in Lisa's office. So I simply whispered that I had enjoyed what she had done to me with the app.

Her quick reply of "me too" left me wondering if she enjoyed doing that to me or the little bit I had done to her at lunch. Probably she meant both, I figured.