-HIM-
After Thanksgiving dinner, finally the visitors are gone, but the dishes... the never ending piles of dishes. Stacked around me, some 8 feet high, piled on either side of the sink... behind me on the counter... never ending...
I set a plate in the drying rack, wipe my brow, and reach into my pants pocket. What's that... car keys? No...
I look at the object, it's a small remote control. Blank, one button, pink.
I recognize it immediately, I remember now. An Egg Vibrator... I bought it months ago, we played with it once, had fun and forgot about it. A small vibrator for her, a remote control for me to use at my whim. How did that get into my pocket?
Did she put the remote there? This must be a request.
I looked around the kitchen. Nothing but dishes. 10, maybe 20 piles of plates, each several feet tall. Did we have this many people over today? This kitchen isn't right, we lived here years ago. But the remote... that's what matters. Where was she? More importantly, where was the egg vibrator? Inside her?
I clicked the button, which should have turned it on. I heard nothing, no surprise there, it was supposed to be quiet. Where is she? I'll find here... now, where is the kitchen door behind all these dishes?
-HER-
After Thankgiving dinner, so much to clean up. All the china to put away... piles and piles of it... how will it fit in the cabinet?
I put a stack of plates on the shelf and closed the door, then turned to look at the rest of the dishes. How many plates? Did we have this many people over today? And the dining room looks different... square, with gray wainscoting, like the house we used to live in... the piles of dishes on the floor surround a round dining room table, like the one that was in the old house when it was staged by the realtors before we bought it. Where is our rectangular table?
A buzzing... soft vibrating... between my legs... what is that?
I've felt that before... the vibrating egg. How did that get there? What turned it on... but... who cares...
I remember the egg, we played with it a few months ago and forgot about it. It was a fun thing once I was already turned on but hadn't been especially comfortable enough to get me turned on... then.
But now it distracts me from the dishes, from the oddly-shaped dining room. The soft quivering between my legs sends a pleasant spasm up my back and a prickling warmth spreading outward from my legs. I step away from the china cabinet, and the vibration makes me feel like I'm floating.
I start to concentrate on the vibrating more, closing my eyes and feeling desire and wetness starting to grow inside me. Where is he? Where is that remote? I don't want to be alone in here.
The steadiness of the soft vibrations is becoming a little uncomfortable, I want the pressure to show some more variety. I clench and cross my legs a little, trying to control it, and I press my hand to my abdomen to thrust my hips forward and spread the sensation around.
Suddenly, as if I had called for it, the vibrations change... two soft vibrations, a pause, and a sharp, longer one - harsh enough to emit a faint buzz from between my legs. The change in pressure from the vibrations sends a wave of shivering arousal though my body, and I clutch the front of my shirt while I lean toward the back of a dinner chair, already shaking with desire, wanting the man holding that remote to find me.
-HIM-
I pressed the button again, then started to maneuver through the piles of dishes. Where is she? Is this remote sending the signals to her, is she feeling the vibrations I hope I'm sending her way? The thought that she had put the egg inside herself and snuck the remote into my pocket was so erotic that I could barely contain myself... that she had been thinking of me, and walking around with the vibrator inside her, not knowing when it would start... I wanted to find her, I wanted her.