2 - I would not have sex without a condom.
3 - I would not take home guys who were too drunk to know the difference.
I did go back to the bar scene but I stuck to my resolutions. The result was that I had little fun and got no action.
I still enjoyed the dancing. Yes, I dance. My little legs let me shuffle a bit and I could twist and shake, too. I always kept to a dark corner of the dance floor. I avoided dancing with any specific partner because I didn't particularly like close up staring into crotches.
There was one bar I had to avoid altogether. That was where I had been so drunk that I let some guys lift me to dance on a table. I think I would have tried to strip for them if the bartender hadn't broken up the party. (He said he liked my dancing but was afraid for his license.)
The bar scene wasn't much fun without an erotic edge. Home was even more boring without sex. My life became one long round of monotony except for my work.
That is when I discovered an ad for 'The Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong.' I had never thought of such a thing. I was intrigued. I studied the ad in detail. Three speeds sounded good for variety and for building arousal gradually. The range of fifteen to twenty feet was more than enough to reach from my hand to my crotch. Panties were a snap to put on with dressing hooks. Clitoral stimulation was precisely what I needed. I didn't think very much about the passionately heated nights out with a partner.
I couldn't see a down side. I briefly considered an alternative ad for the 'Insertable Remote Control Vibrating Egg.' But that wasn't where I need stimulation to begin with. And I couldn't even insert a tampax with my dressing hooks.
So I ordered the 'The Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong.' In the days I waited for it to be delivered I bought a big package of sixteen AAA batteries. The next day I bought another package just in case. I read everything I could find about using vibrators.
It was delivered on a Friday. I stayed home the whole weekend and experimented. It was the best sex I ever had! The low speed worked for long and slow arousal. The middle speed worked for building to a climax and then a shot from the high speed would bring a crashing orgasm.
I experimented with continuous vibrations and with short pulses. I discovered that almost everything was nice and the variety was endless. I found that if I wore a pair of realy tight panties over the thong the vibrator pulled in firm and close and the sensation was strong and powerful.
For a month I was happy to stay home. But I began to miss the music and dancing and company of the bar scene. That's when I decided to wear my 'Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong' on a night out at the bars. I could drink a bit and I could discretely pleasure myself as I danced. Then I could return home and finish up on high speed without some disgusting drunk guy in my bed.
I figured out how to attach the remote control to a bracelet with a piece of shoelace. It was just long enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I saw in the mirror that it was not too obvious. And, besides, If anyone asked about I could make up some story like it's a pedometer to record how many steps I dance.
On Friday night I prepared to go out. Earlier, I had made sure the battery on my electric scooter was fully charged. Now I put fresh AAA batteries in the vibrator and its control. Over my thong I donned my tightest and sexiest jeans. (They are sexy if you overlook that they are not much longer than their width.) I put my bracelet and control on my wrist.
Mounted on my scooter I set out for the bars, about a half mile away. The bouncers at the door greeted me. They all knew me. They promised to watch my wheels while I was inside. They held the door open for me.
Once inside, I laboriously climbed the four steps with my rolling gait. I was glad there were only four. Once on top, I scoped the place out. Some college students that I knew casually were at a big booth and there seemed to be enough room for me.
I approached and they asked me to join them. I was chided for being such a stranger and they wanted to know where I had been all this time. I was vague about that. The waitress brought me my usual.
One of them introduced me briefly to someone I had never seen before. He was a student in electronics and technology who had just transferred to the local college from somewhere downstate. He looked out of place here.
He actually wore dark rimmed spectacles. His dirty blond hair was unruly with a cowlick sticking up. He had an odd way of looking at you, sort of crooked as if he was peering from behind a post. His grin was a bit lopsided, too.
But the most riveting thing about him was that the in the pocket of his faded denim shirt he actually had a plastic pocket protector. It was filled with a row of pens, pencils and assorted markers. The flap bore the name and logo of an engineering company. A calculator peeked from the top of the opposite pocket.
I was astonished. I didn't know that there were nerds any more. At least I didn't know that there were nerds that went to bars. He could have left his pens and calculator at home. More stylish glasses would help, too.
I didn't talk to him except to say, "Hi." I was anxious to get to the dance floor. With my secret in my hand I made my way to a dark corner and began to sway.
My vibrator on low power stirred me to dance with slow and languid motions. The lights, the crowd and the one drink I had downed combined with the music lifted me to sweet arousal. This had been a really good idea.
I returned to the booth and ordered another drink. The nerd wasn't there but he came back just as I was leaving for another dance. We exchanged a few words and then I left. On the way, I was jostled by some drunken jerk who stumbled into me. I kept my balance and continued on my way.
I began to dance again. I twisted my hand to retrieve the control on its string. All I found was the string and it was untied! "Crap," I thought, "It must have gone when that idiot bumped me." I began to retrace my steps.
Then for an instant I felt the tickle. It didn't last long and I thought it must be my imagination. Then I felt it again and it was unmistakable. Someone had the thing and was fooling with it!
I knew it had to be close. The ad had said up to twenty feet. My eyes began to move in a circle with a twenty foot radius. I had completed about a third of the search when I saw the nerd studiously inspecting something he held in his hands. That had to be it.
I made my way as quickly as I could back to the booth. I felt some more little shocks as I went. I peered over the top of the table and said' "That's mine. Thanks for finding it." He continued to play.
"I love gadgets," he replied, "What is this for?"
I made my voice stern. "May I please -- ." I got no further than that when, I felt a contuous high speed jolt that made my body convulse. I clung to the edge of the table with both hands and struggled not to lose control as the spasms came. As soon as I could, I hissed at him saying, "Hands off that thing and give it to me."
He complied, but he looked a bit hurt. I felt a little bit sorry for him. But he continued in a loud voice, "What is that thing? I love gadgets."
"Keep your voice down," I shushed him. Again he looked hurt. "It's none of your business."
He looked even more hurt. "But I do like gadgets." His voice was hushed and he had a kind of hangdog look. I did feel sorry for him.
I climbed into the booth next to him and said, "If you keep your voice down and keep a secret I'll tell you."
I ordered another drink and then in a hushed voice I told the story of 'The Remote Control Pulsating and Vibrating Ruby Thong.' I showed him the controls but I didn't use them.
