Remote Controlled

[Chessie]

((Just an idea. The fun in it, is the mystery. What would you do if you found the remote? How do you think this would play out?))

She knew the meeting was going to be long, and dull. And she also knew that with having such little to do with upper management, she'd be stuck there the entire time having nothing to do but wait for the big wigs to settle it all.

At least it was at a nice restaurant, and that the dinner, and more importantly the drinks were paid for.

The idea had been ingenious at the time. She'd bring along her little friend. A gag gift she'd gotten at her friends wedding a little over a year ago. A small, inconspicuous remote controlled vibrator. Sara hadn't used it until the idea came to her last night. When she had discovered the amazing amount of power the little gem had. Of course she wouldn't let it go to maximum. There was no need to call attention to her little plan by having an all out orgasm all over the table infront of the office. But... - and this was where the slight amount of wickedness had really heightened the idea - maybe she'd 'toy' with herself through the most boring parts.. just to pass the time.

And it had been fun too! Twice, almost a little too much fun! Even now, she bit her lip through a droning presentation, her green eyes sparkling as she tossed her red mane behind her back. Why hadn't she thought of this before? She could think of countless times she needed to have a bit more 'fun' in boring situations.

Sure, she'd probably had a bit more wine than was necessary at an office meeting. But it wasn't as if anyone noticed. And yes, she'd probably been a bit 'heavy handed' with the remote a couple of times, having to hide the odd gasp with an over exaggerated yawn, or chuckle. But Sara'd put the remote away, dreaming instead of getting the real thing. Imagining what that would be like, from various members of the 'team'. Lingering over the thoughts as the meeting droned on. When the boss announced they would cover over yet another 'fiscal quarter', Sara reached for the remote again. Maybe just one little more 'play', and this would all be done with.

Her fingers searched the napkin she'd slipped it under, coming up empty. Her heart skipped as she dropped her hand to the seat beside her. Then into her purse. Where was it? Oh Sh*t. If someone found it..

Her green eyes widened in worry.

 

[switch76]

He was standing by the bar waiting for his drink, watching the other people in the crowded restaurant and the staff busily hurrying about.

This queue was taking forever but that's what happens when you offer free drinks. He watched as the waitress cleared the plates, cutlery and napkins and deposit it in a pile for collection by the kitchen staff.

An object hidden between a couple of plates caught his eye. He was intrigued. What was it? He went over to pick it up and examine it.

 

[Chessie]

Sara kept searching for it, as her fears became real. It wasn't here. It was gone. Hopefully, disappeared. If anyone found it, she'd be mortified!

Maybe, she thought to herself, they wouldnt know what it was. If asked, she could pretend she had no idea either. It wasn't like anyone knew she had it.

Feeling a bit more secure, she returned her attentions back to the boring meeting.

 

[switch76]

He inspected the object in his hand. It was some sort of device and out of place for a restaurant. He wasn't sure exactly what it was. It had a few buttons and a dial on it.

He turned it over and found the brand name. A smile crossed his face as the realisation of what it might be entered his head.

His ex-girlfriend had been very kinky and their sex life had included lots of toys. But that was in private, in their bedroom. What kind of woman would bring such a toy here? They all looked so respectable.

He looked around the room trying to deduce who the owner might be. Was it the hot blonde at the bar or the brunette lady making a presentation or young redhead surrounded by boring business suits.

Only one way to find out. He put the remote in his pocket and turned the dial up the first couple of notches.

 

[Chessie]

Right. It wouldn't be recognised if it was found. Now all she had to do was get through the meeting and slink home to throw out what was left of a perfectly good toy.

Sara brooded a bit, as the fiscal results droned on. Then, as if by magic she was called on to answer a question about the report work she had done two months ago. Thankfully, she'd actually been paying attention, and started to stammer he was through boring logistics and future recommendation formulas.

Just when she thought she'd fall asleep to the sound of her own voice, a light jolt went through her. Causing her to stop mid sentence. She looked around the table clearing her throat, and continued talking through the mild sensation buzzing through her.

It had turned on!

Thankfully, it was on its lowest setting, and she was able to get through her speech without too much stammering. She ran her hand through her hair, and took a breath to steady herself as her body began to respond to the sensations.

Holding herself in check she looked around the table. No one there seemed to notice her, or seemed the slightest bit interested like they would be if they were the ones with her remote. She had to get it back.

But who had it?

 

[switch76]

He walked around the restaurant trying to casually observe if anyone was reacting to the vibrator coming on. Nothing obvious so far. Whoever was wearing it definitely had good control of their body and was able to subdue outward signals.

There was nothing else for it. He reached into his pocket and turned the dial to the next setting.

 

[Chessie]

Taking another breath, Sara let it out slowly as the mild thrum continued to work its magic between her legs. If she wasn't panicking about someone taking over her toy, she'd actually be having a bit of fun. But, she had no idea who had it, and if they even knew what it was. She had to keep control of herself until she could get the remote back.

Her boss began to drone on more about some such thing. Sara had lost the ability to pay much attention. As yet another glass of wine was set in front of her, Sara started to politely decline when the intensity between her legs rose another notch.

Sweet Jee..

Grabbing the glass, she took a long sip, trying to hide her reaction. Clearing her throat, Sara smiled meekly.

"I just love this vintage.. its very... " She cleared her throat again, taking a breath.

"Stimulating!"

Resting her hand on the table, Sara tried to get a grip as the boring suits went back to their meeting. The table talk no longer concerned her. Now was a good time to take a quick exit. The wine wasn't helping. She could feel her cheeks flush as she shakily stood from the table.

"Excuse me, I just... have to.. "

Her voice caught as she tried to push down the rising tension between her legs. Her eyes closed a half second as she steadied herself.

"Too much wine I think. I'll be back."

She walked unsteadily towards the restrooms, groaning at the long line formed. She could do this. It wasn't that intense. She could get inside, and remove her toy. Then - somewhat regretfully - all this would be over.

 

[switch76]

It looked like that had done the trick. There was a redhead across the room bracing herself on the table, looking a little flushed. He went a little closer to observe. As he reached the table he saw her make her excuses and hurried head out of the eating area. She looked rather unsteady on her feet. Was she drunk or had he correctly guessed the owner of the vibrator?

He saw her join the queue for the ladies. Wanting to test out his theory about the identity of his victim, he decided he would turn the dial up once for each position in the queue she advanced. If he was correct, he hoped she would get the message and return to the eating area.

 

[Chessie]

Standing in line, Sara ran her hand through her hair again, trying to breath through the waves of pleasure starting to ripple though her.

The other night when she'd tried her toy out, she hadn't gone higher than the next setting. It hadn't taken long for it to work it's magic on her. And it's magic had been somewhat earth shattering. Leaning against the wall, Sara smiled lightly at the memory, fantasising about giving into the sensations now.

No.. of course she couldn't! Shaking her head, she took another breath. She was getting so wet, and her legs were starting to shake. Not altogether unpleasant. But she was pretty sure making a spectacle of herself in the restaurant would not be something she'd enjoy after the fact.

As she stepped closer to the restrooms, she felt the vibrations intensify. Good god, this was as high as she'd dared the other night! A pleasured moan escaped her as she leaned against the was again, steadying herself once again. She couldn't resist looking around again, trying to pick out someone with her remote.

The wait was too long, and the temptation of seeing what might happen was too much. Perhaps it was the wine talking, but Sara found herself taking steps towards the lounge, to a less crowded corner back by the fire place. Here, a few moans could escape, and she was rather satisfied no one would hear her.

 

[switch76]

He noticed the redhead leaning against the wall, trying to keep herself steady. She also looked like she was shaking slightly. It wasn't that noticable and no-one would be able to tell just from looking at her, what was hidden under her skirt.

As she left the queue and went back to the lounge, he grinned having correctly guessed the right woman. He switched the remote off. He didn't want to blow it and have someone ruin his fun. She was going to be his entertainment all night.

 

[Chessie]

As she made it to the lounge, the close fire place warmed her already prickling hot skin. The sensation wasn't unpleasant though. It added a bit more dimention to her slight buzz and her spinning thoughts.

She couldnt go back to the table. Not like this. It must certainly show all over her face. And she was quickly losing control. Soon, Sara wasn't so sure she'd be able to hide her rather pleasing predicament.

Standing next to the fireplace, she rested her arm on the mantle, turning her face from the view of on lookers. Her eyes closed as a wave of intense pleasure spread through her. Inhibitions started to slide from her mind as she considered just giving in.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, the sensation stopped. The lack of feeling almost being as surprising as the sudden start of her vibrator. Holding a gasp, she turned around, hiding the look of disappointment as she scanned what she could see of the restaurant from her vantage point.

This was a good thing, she tried to remind herself as an unvoluntary wimper stayed muffled in her throat. Being under the influence.. of a .. stranger. That wasn't good. No matter how.. fun it was becoming.

Clearing her throat, Sara decided it would be best to make her excuses and head home. She needed to get this rather embarassing situation seen to. And perhaps take care of a few rising necessities. Namely herself.

The thought of self stimulation seemed somewhat deflating now, as she made her way back over to the table. She'd tell them she wasn't feeling well, grab her purse and be on her way.

 

[switch76]

He re-entered the lounge and watched her by the fire place. It looked like she had needed a time out, away from the rest of the crowd. The sensations must have really been getting to her.

Eventually as she rejoined the group, he decided that she'd had a long enough break. He buzzed her again, just a low setting to start with, just so she'd know that their evening's fun wasn't over.

The small interruption in proceedings had also given him some time to formulate a plan. It was fun watching her squirm but maybe he could get her to do more. That however would require contacting her directly. He knew how he was going to do it but wanted to get more information about his plaything first.

He made his way across the lounge, walking slowly when he neared her table, trying to find out her name and listening in on her conversation to get more clues about her.

 

[Chessie]

As she sidled over to her empty chair, Sara gave a sheepish look to the two coworkers who'd noticed her return. Her boss was still droning on about projections, something she normally couldn't care less about.

But this evening, she'd found a way to care even less. Her mind just wasn't on her job any more. It was on something much more pressing. Throbbing in fact.

As she slipped into her seat, the co-worker on her right leaned over and whispered at her.

"Are you alright Sara? You look a bit.. flushed."

She was about to answer when she felt the pulses start again. A light moan escaped her that was hard to determine whether it was pleasure or remorse.

Catching her breath, Sara shook her head.

"Just not.. feeling so .. hot." She lied, reaching down beside her chair for her purse. Her pert, aroused, neglected nipples brushing the table top as she did, only sending more sensations to her over stimulated brain.

"I think, I'm going to just.. "

She bit her lip as she righted herself, trying to concentrate on her words with her coworker. Closing her eyes, Sara thought to bring a hand up to her head to indicate a headache of some sort, instead of a deep desire to just let in to the even small amount of arousal spreading through her.

"I think I'm just going to head home. Will you give me the minutes tomorrow?"

 

[switch76]

So the redhead's name was Sara. That was the only useful bit of information he'd gleaned from her conversation.

As he heard that she wanted to go home, he was alarmed. He couldn't let that happen. He turned the dial up a couple of notches hoping she would get the message not to leave. He was determined to keep her in the restaurant. He was either going to keep her there or make her cum before she could reach the exit.

 

[Chessie]

"You're going to leave?" His whisper turned desperate as he looked covertly back at their boss droning on before turning back to Sara.

"You can't leave.. you'll jeopardize...."

She lost his words as the aparatus came to life again between her legs. This time on a medium speed which almost caused her to gasp outloud. Her co-worker's hand on her arm, was only adding to the sensations. The warm touch mingling with the throbbing sensation spreading warmly though her.

"Oh, God..."

She leaned back in her chair, resigned to seeing this through one way or another. The slight shift in angle, only bringing the vibrations closer to her G'spot. This time she couldn't stop the pleasured gasp.

All eyes were on her, as the boss stopped speaking. "You have something to share Sara?"

Clearing her throat, her glazed eyes tried to make stern contact with him, as her brain tried to fight with the sensations starting to roar their way through her.

"I just think.. it's about time we tackle this head on, you know. Give it everything we've got, get it all out on the table." She swallowed. The words tumbling from her mouth almost husky with need.

 

[switch76]

He watched as she settled back in the chair. She looked unable to stand up due to the intesity of the vibrations and the effect they were having on her. He saw her colleagues questioning her and her struggle to answer.

A moan escaped her lips. He was the only other person who knew the reason why.

'She's actually going to climax in front of everyone' he thought to himself. He really wanted to make her do it, just to see what it looked like for a professional looking business woman to orgasm in such a public place in front of all her co-workers.

He saw her boss join the conversation and Sara racing through her response. Just as she looked like she was about to lose it, he switched off the toy. He wanted to play with her some more and he knew that wouldn't happen if he had forced the issue.

Leaving Sara to her awkward conversation, he went to the bar. He picked up one of the restaurant's business cards and wrote a message on the back with his phone number, "Call me. It will be a buzz."

He attracted the attention of a young pretty waitress and pointed out Sara, "Could you give the woman at that table a white wine and this card?" He put the card face down on the tray, slipping the waitress a tenner for her trouble.

He watched as the waitress walked over to Sara's table. He moved from the bar and mingled among the crowd so he wouldn't easily be spotted but could still see Sara's reaction.