Erica's New Toy

It was only a few days after she had bought the vibrator that Erica got the urge to use it at work. Excusing herself, she dashed to the bathroom, hid in a stall, pulled up her skirt and pushed down her panties. With one arm braced against the door, she went at it on full speed, pressing the vibrator firmly against her clit for two minutes, until she let out a panted, "Oh!" and felt her pussy cream. Two minutes later she had wiped herself down and walked back to her desk. For the rest of the afternoon she smiled to herself, turned on by what she'd done, and still slightly in awe of the new power the vibrator gave her to satisfy her needs.

Soon Erica was using the vibrator at least two or three times every day. The constant sexual hunger which had led to her exchanging all those emails with Philip was still there, but now, whenever she felt horny she simply whipped out the vibrator and pleasured herself. Usually this meant having to sneak off to the bathroom, or find a discreet spot, but as Erica got more used to taking risks, she began to pleasure herself in semi-public locations more and more frequently.

Using the vibrator at work and in the car soon became second nature. Erica crossed a boundary when on one particularly warm day, the car felt stuffy as she pulled up outside the park. Why not go outside? The park was bound to be deserted at this time of day. Erica could feel herself get wet at the idea, and after she had taken a look around, she walked through the gate and headed toward a large gum tree in a discreet corner.

Erica sat down and leant against the flaking bark of the gum tree. From a distance she looked like any other person enjoying a spot of shade on a hot day. Up close though, Erica had unbuttoned the top of her pants and stuffed the vibrator down the front. With a little effort she was able to get it pressed against her clit, jammed in place by the pressure of her panties and the crotch of her pants. Then, after one final glance over her shoulder, she switched on the vibrator, enjoying the slow build up associated with it on the lowest setting.

It was fully five minutes before Erica turned the vibrator up a level, but by now she could feel her juices leaking out around it, and gradually, a stain appeared on the front of her pants as the pressure of the tightly jammed vibrator forced the moisture through the fabric. Knowing she would have to leave soon, Erica slid down onto her back and pushed her hand down the front of her pants, turning the vibrator up to max and twisting it hard against her clit.

Erica could see someone on the other side of the park, walking their dog, but that just encouraged her to twist the vibrator harder, searching for maximum stimulation. By now she was moaning uncontrollably; a sheen of sweat on her forehead as her orgasm rushed toward its climax. Out of the corner of her eye, Erica could see the dog-walker had let their pet off its leash. She knew the inquisitive animal would come bounding up to her soon, but she was still just short of the point of no return. Then, with a drawn out, "Yesss," Erica came, with the feeling of relief she craved throbbing out of her pussy.

By now she could hear the pants of the dog as it ran across the park. Quickly pulling the vibrator out of her panties and stuffing it in her handbag, Erica zipped her pants up. A minute later she was walking towards her car, patting the dog on its head as it stopped by her legs, before it bounced off into the bushes. Erica was happy. Once again, the vibrator had given her the physical satisfaction she needed, but this time coming so close to getting caught had been an extra turn on. The dog-walker was an elderly man. As she approached him, Erica couldn't resist giving him a huge grin.

Driving home, Erica realized how much of the thrill she'd just felt was the thought of being in a situation where she might have been caught. A week later she got the urge while she was out shopping. She thought about using a public toilet, but then had a better idea. The cravings in her body ratcheted up a notch, and she realized she wouldn't be able to resist. Dashing into Myer, a large department store, she grabbed a couple of blouses off a rack, and hurried into the changing rooms. The moment the door was closed, Erica pulled her skirt up, and took her panties off. The low buzz of the vibrator filled the cubicle: Erica was sure it would be audible from the other side of the door, but didn't care. The store was busy, and other women were coming and going outside, and looking at themselves in the large mirror at the end of the corridor. For a moment there was even someone in the changing room next to hers. Erica had no idea if anyone had twigged what was going on, but had to muffle her moans as the knowledge that other women were so close pushed her over the edge and made her cum in a gushing orgasm.

Soon Erica began to actively think of situations where she would be able to pleasure herself knowing that there would be a degree of risk. Before long, everywhere she went she found herself asking the question 'could I do it here?' Probably the craziest time she actually took the risk was when she took the train into town one morning. It was about 11 a.m., after the commuter rush and there was only one other person in the carriage, a 20-something girl down at the other end. There was no way she could see over the back of Erica's seat, so after looking over her shoulder to make certain, Erica just hitched her skirt up enough to get the vibrator inside her panties and went for it.

Even with her skirt pushed over the vibrator to muffle the sound, the persistent buzzing it made was still the only noise in the carriage. It was an absolute certainty the girl could hear something but Erica didn't really care if she would be able to figure out what it was. Wet, and excited beyond belief, Erica struggled to stop herself from moaning out loud. She fought to keep her voice low, letting out a series of drawn out pants as she felt herself become more and more flushed. In front of her, she could see the girl kind of half twisting her head, resisting the temptation to look back and see what was going on, but mostly sitting facing forward, trying to ignore Erica. Knowing the girl must suspect something, but was not going to do anything about it, made Erica even hornier. With a twist of her hips, she forced the vibrator to press harder against her clit. With the extra stimulus, she couldn't help speaking out loud, "Oh fuck, that's the spot."

Hearing Erica speak, this time the girl did turn. Erica smiled innocently, then, when the girl turned away, nearly screamed as the vibrator pressed into the sensitive nerves in her clit. She had to press her fist into her mouth, and bite on her fingers, unable to control herself. They would be at the station in a few minutes, but before that, the moment arrived, and Erica felt her pussy clenching then gushing. This was the sexiest, dirtiest, most exciting thing Erica had ever done, and she was wetter and hornier than she had ever thought it would be possible to be. Erica loved her vibrator.

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Erica also loved telling Philip all about her naughty play with her new toy, and fantasized about new places she could pleasure herself, just so she could tell him about it. Using the vibrator while there were unsuspecting, or perhaps slightly suspicious bystanders became a big part of the thrill, but soon even that wasn't enough. She wondered if she'd ever dare engineer a situation where she could be watched using the vibrator in public. Mostly though, it was the anticipation, the feeling of her panties getting wetter, and the way her urge to masturbate built up that she loved, almost as much as the actual sensation of cumming quick and hard as the vibrator buzzed on her clit.

Inevitably, Erica's thoughts soon turned to ways to increase her pleasure still further. What might a different vibrator do for her? Or what about ramming something up her pussy or ass while the vibrator buzzed over her clit? The only trouble was choosing, and she quickly realized it would just as easy to buy more than one. She had seen a We-vibe at a hen's party once, and knew getting one of these would have to be on the menu: it looked perfect for hiding in her panties all day long. The thought of discreetly turning it on while doing everyday chores or even while she was working was just too hot!

The main thing though was getting something larger. The thought of being filled and stretched fascinated her. 'Erica's Story' had featured some monster cocks, much bigger than anything she'd experienced in real life. She was sure something huge would be amazing and day-dreamed about it constantly. The trouble was should it be long and thick, or just massively long? She couldn't decide, and thought maybe she should go with both, just for the variety. The main thing was they had to be huge! Brett would be away next week. It was time she went back to the sex shop.