The idea to buy a vibrator came to me for a long time.

Several times I walked past a little shop with innocent vertical blinds, but with an eloquent sign.

But to enter it ... something was in the way, there was some sort of modesty or something ...

But curiosity and expectation of new sensations took up, and one evening I went to this store ...

Is it worth describing a variety of assortment, size, accessories ... fancy linen, fireworks odors?

Probably not ... I knew WHAT I was looking for, so I didn’t study the multi-colored boxes in the display case.

I walked over to the young girl at the counter.

- I am interested in vibrators ... the most common, better on batteries, not with a remote control, and better ONLY for a woman ...

The girl immediately offered me several options.

A whole regiment of impressive members immediately turned in front of me.

Smooth, ribbed, latex, gel, straight and curved, thick and thin, long and no more than a little finger ... completely neutral and bright in their "war paint" to the ridiculous.

My eyes immediately fell on one "toy."

It was a latex simulator member, a regular, slightly curved, smooth arc, in the manner of a male member who got up in a combat position. He was more than 20 cm long and thick enough to fill my vagina. The massive base was wrapped in a pattern of tangled curls, which visually made the length of the penis even longer. Not a member, but a work of art!

In addition, there was in it what I was looking for ... at the bottom of the penis, there were three petals on the massive base. Like a fan, they were revealed from one point. Two petals are larger and on the same level, and the third - smaller in size, slightly lower than the others, was located between the twin neighbors.

I took the vibrator in my hand ...

My fingers lightly squeezed the latex stem wrapped in bloated wreaths, and my palm felt the pleasant coolness of the latex. Latex ... how it turns out to be ... and hard and soft at the same time ... The palm squeezed the barrel of the penis a little harder and the vibrator responded with a barely perceptible movement, as if he sighed, revived ...

Something immediately responded inside of me ... something slipped ... a shiver ran through my body.

I slightly turned my palm towards me ...

The head of the penis was looking at me ... smooth, with a tiny hole in the middle of a rounded ball. The glance slid lower, to the stretched bridle ... I ran my finger over the protruding latex waves ...

- Tell me about this ... Can you turn it on? - as it is, very slowly, I passed the "toy" into the hands of a saleswoman.

- It's simple, 2 batteries, inserted here ... - the saleswoman opened a round small lid on the base of the vibrator - Easy click, and you can use ... just one regulator, one way to the maximum and the other to the minimum and full off. The power of vibration regulate themselves. Petals to stimulate the clitoris. Two that push the lips apart more, and the middle one - on the clitoris itself.

“The melodious buzz is the only flaw,” said the saleswoman ...

Just a second I was holding a vibrating penis.

- It's okay ... I take it. - I replied, and my hand remembered the trembling trunk of an artificial member.

That same evening I tried out a toy ...

The result was amazing! I came quickly and the orgasm was very strong ..

Since then, at every opportunity, I played with my new and now favorite toy.

I love anal sex and after a couple of days at the next fun with my new friend, I decided to put him in my narrow, at first glance, hole.

After this evening, I jokingly told myself. "And why do I need a man?".

A toy is a great thing, but it’s still impossible to replace the warmth and strength of men's hands ...

I love sex and I am interested in everything connected with this four-letter word.

To say that in sex I really accept EVERYTHING is certainly not correct))))

There are things that do not impress me at all, and there are a lot of addictions that give me great pleasure.

The Internet for some time began to give me a lot of pleasure. Viewing during working hours of candid pictures, the stories on this site lead me to the fact that I run to the toilet and with my hands take off my excitement.

What this is nothing new ... I use the toilet in my office less and less for its direct purpose, and I lock myself up in my favorite booth more and more to be left alone and to appease my hot flesh.

With all this, to go to work without panties under the skirt, it was also not a new matter. Touching the thin material of the skirt on the smooth surface of a bare ass, the rustling of rubbing frill stockings rubbing against each other when walking - isn’t it juicy? And the feeling that nobody knows THAT, except you, and does not even realize that you are sitting without clothes at a meeting with partners and a meeting?

But today everything is different ...

Today it's cold outside, so you can forget about stockings. Of course, you can put them in a bag and change clothes at work ... But is it necessary? And if you don’t wear shorts at all, but only wear tights on naked body ... How do you like it?

Here and now ... How hard it is to sit in a chair in some nylon tights and read other people's stories on this site ... Feel how wet it becomes between your legs, how your pussy swells and how a thin nylon presses on a shaved crotch ... a trace of wet on a caprone, if only a thin film on small loops of nylon pantyhose, in the area between the thighs will reveal that the mistress of this hot pussy has flowed through ... Feel the nipples sticking and pressure on the seam of the bodice, feel an insane desire to touch them and squeeze teeth pon mother, that you can not do it, because the room is not one ...

EVERYTHING! I CAN'T MORE !!!

With a completely innocent look, I took my purse from the shelf and left the room ...

It should be noted that at my work, in the middle of the day, it’s not very accepted to go out WITHOUT WORDS with “things” ... The girls silently followed my eyes with the looks ...

Bag on the shoulder and run to the toilet! Not in terms of straight run, but I would have passed the marathon distance to the record!

There (in the toilet) THANK GOD! No one!

In the booth ... bag from the shoulder. I slightly raised my right knee and put a bag on it ... the sound of lightning and a favorite toy in front of me!

Today I am fully armed ... Toy, cream and a small towel.

So so ...

So that everything will be without consequences - you never know ... I jumped out of the cubicle with a bullet ... and praying God that no one would catch me, I rushed to the sink ...

I quickly turned on the warm water and rinsed the toy ... I’m even afraid to imagine WHAT I WILL DO, get me in this form, my beautiful employee ... with a hefty dick in her arms, and even under the stream of water!

I dabbed the toy with a towel and quickly went back to my stall ... locked up!

Bag on the floor in the booth. In the side pocket of the usual, children's cream. I got the cream - opened. Laid out a towel on the bag, and put on it a vibrator and an open tube ...

Straight picnic on the meadow))))))

And here I realized that it was a terrible thing between my legs ... everything was wet! Hot! And closely in these pantyhose!

Hands just shake! Not obedient and, it seems, wooden ... what to do with such?

I really regretted that I put on a long skirt today ... It is straight and long, with large cuts on the sides. Well then ... with handles on the sides of it and up ... on the pantyhose, the fabric easily slides up ... gathers in pleats on the belt ... you can immediately feel the freedom of the hips ...

Rustle of clothes and a skirt on a belt ... the benefit of a skirt is narrow and it is not necessary to correct it constantly, everything is open and accessible ...

Just in case, I tucked the edges of the skirt by the belt so as not to be distracted.

There is nobody in the toilet - only me ...

I decided to do everything ...