What are you up to I thought to myself? Jack had been acting weird for more than a few weeks. He had been avoiding my advancements but at the same time sending me innuendos nonstop. The sexual tension has been building and was now palpable in the car. He was Driving me to my favorite retreat for my birthday and a fancy dinner. I was enjoying the feeling of a new dress I had been working hard to fit into. He was looking sharp as well but kept adjusting himself from what appeared to be a rising problem. I reached over the armrest and put my hand in his lap.
"Problems?" I ask.
"Just thinking of tonight and your present," he replied.
What is he up to, I was thinking? He was acting giddy as a school boy.
We arrive at the resort with little time to spare. As we checked in he asked me to take a seat while he took care of the room. I watched as the hostess and him started to work out the formalities. She looked puzzled at first but giggled and twirled her hair as he made her laugh.
Is she blushing, I thought?
It kind of turned me on knowing a younger woman was interested in my man and was brazen enough to show it right in front of me. He finished his transactions and it seemed he was handed a lot of paperwork for one room. He turned to me and said we better get going, dinner is in 20 minutes. We hurried to our room and began to freshen up. As we came to a door labeled 313 I teased him a little about the desk girl.
Once inside I flirted with my hair and giggled like the front desk girl in the mirror to get his attention. He placed his hand on my hips and brushed my neck with his cheek as he spoke into my ear.
"You jealous?"
His hot breath on my earlobe sent shivers down my spine. His hands slid down to the bottom of my dress and his fingers curled under the seams. He raised my dress over my ass and hooked his fingers under each side of my panties and pulled them down.
Finally, I thought to myself, eager to receive my birthday gift.
"Do me a favor and don't wear these to dinner tonight please."
Disappointed that he stopped, I smirked and responded."What do you have in mind?"
He raised his right hand to show me a toy we had bought and almost forgot about. It was purchased for the both of us and felt amazing but we had only ever used it once. It was made of soft silicone and C shaped. It wrapped around my clit and clamped inside me like a thumb and forefinger. My favorite part of it was a remote control that could be manipulated at will by the user. The last time we used it I got to work the remote as he pressed it harder into me with his cock. The memory sent shivers down my spine.
Before I could add my two cents to his request he placed his other hand over my bare pussy and started curling his middle finger until it separated and wandered its way between my eager lips. I couldn't take the roller coaster ride any longer and placed one hand on the counter to brace myself as the tip of his finger stroked my clit. I was wet, really wet, enough that he easily rolled my swelling bud between his fingers. My knees were weak and began to buckle when I felt his other hand slide around my hip and insert the toy into my wet pussy. Flashbacks of the first time we used it and how it fought for space with his cock inside me ran through my head. I remembered the vibrations were intense as it pressed hard into me and vibrated his cock during each stroke. The memory and his actions had me just about to cum when he interrupted my thoughts and said.
"Time to go."
Shutting me down again, he turned around and grabbed the door and held it open for me.
I shook my head in disgust and followed him to the door. "This teasing me shit was getting old."
Our walk to the dinning hall felt weird with no panties and a toy rubbing my G-spot but the cool breeze under my short dress felt good on my swollen labia. Once seated inside we ordered a couple of drinks and fell into some small talk. The anticipation of not knowing when he would use the remote was starting to kill me. It wasn't until I began to order my meal with the waiter that the first vibration ran through me. I had to stop mid sentence.
"Excuse me?", asked the waiter.
The vibration stopped long enough for me to compose myself and start again. This time my voice quivered in anticipation as I stammered through my order.
FEW, I got it out, I thought.
I scowled at Jack but he just smirked and egged it on.
Looking back at the waiter he said,
"Ask her what she'd like for dessert? It's her birthday."
As the waiter started to explain the desert menu it hit me again. This time it pulsed and vibrated stronger. I gripped the table edge and closed my eyes. The sensation was amazing and caused me to clench my legs and bow my head. When it was over I looked up and the waiter stood there silent, looking at me in a bewildered way.
I hadn't heard a word he said.
"Could you give us a moment," I uttered.
Once the waiter was gone I unclinched my thighs and looked at Jack.
"Stop it," I said with a smile.
He smiled back and said, "I cant."
"What do you mean you can't?"
From beneath the table he raised both of his hands and opened them.
"I don't have the remote." He stated.
I started to tell him to stop playing when another wave of vibrations started and then stopped. His hands were still in the air and empty.
What the hell? Who has the remote I thought? My eyes scanned the room frantically from table to table. Everyone looked unfamiliar and normal.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Part of your birthday present," he replied. "Don't overthink it. It's no one you know. Just relax and go with it."
I was thinking to myself, how the hell can I relax when a total stranger has control over my most intimate spot. But as those words rolled through my head I realized how arousing it sounded.
We had fantasized about adding another guy during sex many times but that's all it was, fantasy. We had always joked that it would have to be someone neither of us knew or would ever know again. Now that the reality of the situation was setting in though I had to know who it was. I continued scanning the room nervously? Just then I was interrupted by the waiter again.
"Had enough?"
"What?" I said.
"Had enough time to decide," the waiter repeated.
Is it him I wondered? He was half my age and attractive but no way. I did notice he looked at my breasts when he approached earlier. He was my type too, tall, thin and dark haired with a sleeve tattoo peeking from his rolled up dress shirt. My mind started picturing him playing with the remote. The timing was just too suspicious. I looked at Jack, back to the waiter and again to Jack. He just smiled watching me rack my brain.
"What do you suggest?" I muttered as I felt my confidence grow.
The waiter went on to explain a succulent chocolate mousse in a way that was making me wet. Just as I focused on his young lips and listened to his voice the vibrations started again.
Holy shit! Who does this kid think he is, I thought.
My legs clamped together as the vibrations intensified. As I fought to control myself I noticed that both of the waiters' hands were occupied with a pen and tablet. No remote!
The vibrations stopped and I politely and embarrassingly told the waiter I would think about it.
