It was a machine he bought her while he was in Amsterdam. She called it a machine although he referred to it as a tool. It was essentially a vibrator. But a rather unusual one. It was made of a 3” thin pliable sleeve, shaped like an undernourished Dolphin with a small thin fin that ran along its arched back. There were elastic straps coming from three places on the rubbery tube. One from the Dolphin’s tail and two from the sides of the “shoulders”. It was meant to be worn and the straps connected to each other with a small ring creating a minimal thing. When worn, the Dolphin’s fin would slide right between the lips of her vagina and would stretch from her clit to the opening of her pussy.
There were no switches or wires located on the device. It was controlled by a remote control switch which had Off and two different On speeds. At first he would make her wear it in bed. Sometimes when he tied her up; other times when she was working around the house. He always was the one to control the vibrations and he would often tease her by turning it on and off for repeated sessions. He loved being in control. She would get frustrated with the teasing at times but she had come to love it the more that he used it and became sensitive to her ups and downs. He developed an instinct for timing and the sessions wound her up resulting in fantastic finishes of tidal orgasms. Using the Dolphin never became a frequent way to have sex but occasional usage when time permitted, gave it a special place in their sex lives.
She got the best orgasms from it when she would press the Dolphin against herself while huddled in a crouch. Sometimes she would lie on her back with her knees in the air and her legs spread pressing against it with both hands. When she was standing (as would happen when she was working around the house) she liked to lean against a counter edge or even the corner of a bookcase. Sometimes she would wrap her legs around whatever was available to get a stronger sensation from the vibrating fish. She realized how unattractive these positions must look but after a couple of hours of teasing, she just didn’t care.
Then began the Journeys, as he called them. The first was an open air concert which got started late in the afternoon. They got there early, spread out their blanket, and had a bit to eat until the first band began. As close as they were the music was electrifying. The crowd began to rock to the familiar tunes. The sun was beginning to set, the atmosphere perfect. The sweet heavy smell of marijuana wafted by and the crowd was caught up in the experience.
He had promised not to activate his tool until after dark. She could feel it between her legs, however, and just the thought of what was going to happened drew some natural moisture to her crotch. The music kept anyone from hearing it. She was wearing a peasant blouse and a long blousy summer skirt. She was sitting cross legged on the blanket when he began and she folded her hands in her lap between her legs, pressing down. He did it long enough for her to want more but not so much that she was desperate. She could wait for the next time. And she would!
It was weird in public. While there was enough room on their blanket to spread out they were surrounded at close range by other blankets. In front of them were four college age girls who were sipping wine inconspicuously from a common thermos. Beside them was a thirtysomething couple, obviously married and out for a romantic night. A woman with two men both squeezing her were on the right side partially hidden by her friend’s form. And behind them was a young foursome who seemed like they were on a first date. A little bit away was a group of 18 to 20 year old boys whose eyes kept straying across her tight jeans and close fitting jersey.
She was lying on her side when he started the motor again. She quickly rolled over on her stomach to increase the tingling. She arched her back and cradled her head with her hands while the vibrations spread through her pelvic area. After a long time she opened her legs wider and arched more. Noticing her movement, he moved to the faster speed and she had a quick intake of breath as he left it at that speed for a short breathtaking time. He dropped back to the lower speed and let her slow down before stopping again. But he knew she was beyond stopping and only left it off for a short time.
He attacked her with these short constant bursts until her ass began squirming. In between bursts she changed positions cradling against his sitting position from behind. She wrapped her legs around him putting her feet between his legs, pressing her pelvis against his lower back. Her head nestled into the back of his neck beside his ear. She was ready and he didn’t disappoint.
The vibrations melted her and her hands found their way inside his shirt gently running across his hairy chest. At first she couldn’t quite get pressure on the right spot, but as she squirmed she repositioned her legs beside him still keeping her torso close to his broad back, she leaned forward and he bent with her. This caught the vibrating fish between her and the hard ground causing her to get the full rhythm of the vibrations. She had her arms wrapped around him. He turned it on to the higher speed and she began to moan into his ear. The music was at its loudest and the darkness gave her some cover. She looked around and everyone seemed busy, into their own thing. She was so aware of the fact that she was going to cum right in the middle of everybody using this vibrator. And they were all so close!
She decided to take a risk as she rolled her hips back and forth in a steady pace pretending to rock to the music. She knew she was slightly out of rhythm and probably seemed a bi retarded. She began moaning louder as she exploded into a torrent of released wet releases. With an urgency in her voice she told him to stop and he did. She shuddered again and again and her breathing became gasping. She nuzzled her head in against the side of his neck. Thank god, she thought, the music is continuing. As she squeezed him firmly with her arms, she noticed that one of the boys from the group was staring at her. She gave him a smile and wondered what he thought brought that on.
They listened to the music ate and drank as all the groups in their area moved around slightly getting somewhat closer to one another in places. The boy she smiled at, in particular, had worked his way closer to their blanket and while he was still connected to the other boys, at times, his shoeless feet stretched onto her blanket. It was quite dark and no one seemed to notice.
In between songs, her boyfriend whispered to her ad suggested that the boy was trying to get close to her. Maybe he wanted a wanted a quick feel. To rub up against her in the dark. He whispered these things to her because while they were pretty outrageous, he knew they had a way of getting her all hot. He suggested that they sit back to back so she could face the boy.
They repositioned themselves to that he was sitting facing the stage and she had her back against his facing the boy. She was quite close to him and had her knees up because if she extended them they would be in his lap, a thought that didn’t escape her imagination. She pulled her skirt up over her knees into her lap. It was dark and even at this close distance it was unlikely the boy could see up to her panties but she knew it would drive him wild knowing her panties were exposed to his view if there was more light. She knew that she was wearing panties tonight and they covered the Dolphin so that there was no way he could see her secret.
The two of them pretended to not look at each other although it was a minor charade as they continually stole glances at one another. Him up her skirt and her toward his growing bulge. Suddenly he shifted around to a new position and lay sideways on his blanket, his head resting on one arm. In this position he had a straight shot right up her skirt and from ground level. His eyes were only about 3 feet away. She opened her legs slightly. It was pretty dark. This silly boy probably couldn’t see anything but she could see he was getting all hot and bothered.
Then suddenly the vibrations between her legs began again. The blood rushed to her face and other places. At first she didn’t want this. She was too close to this boy, afraid she would give herself away, and in no position to get the extra pressure she needed to reach an orgasm. But after a few minutes of discomfort she settled in and began to enjoy the warming feelings. She realized she would have to stay still and be quiet in this position or give herself away.
The young boy had his eyes clearly focused on the space under her skirt. While she was certain he had no idea what was really going on there, his stare became quite focused and rather brazen and she looked around to see if anyone else was watching and she noticed that the woman with the two men gave her a knowing laugh as she snuggled against her twin escorts. One of the men with the foursome also seemed to be watching her and the boy while he hugged his date from behind. All the more reason to be discrete she thought.
Yet the vibrations were getting to her. She opened her legs wider clasped her hands together and pushed her skirt down into the folds of her crotch. The hem of the skirt now ended about half way down her thigh exposing virtually all of her legs to anyone who cared to notice. Her hands were between her legs and pressing on the vibrating machine, yet covered by the extra material of her skirt.
After a little while of enjoying the pressing of her hands and the vibrations, she shifted so her legs were akimbo, knees pointed away from each other, legs crossed, hands still in her crotch. She looked at the boy and slowly moved her hands under the edge of her skirt and then back to her panties. It was dark. She was not sure if the boy could see anything but he was staring intently watching so carefully everything that she did.
Watching the boy excited her and quietly, so quietly, she half closed her eyes, pressed and murmured an orgasm. She tried not to move her hips and it just burst from her, like water breaking through a dam. It flowed from her pussy.
There were other Journeys. To a dance club. While they were slow dancing to the music at the end of the night. He had to hold her tightly around the waist to keep her from collapsing at his feet.
On a subway ride, he sat across from her like they weren’t together. An older woman sat next to her. A strange looking man sitting next to her friend stared blankly at her as she sat with her hands folded in between her legs. Her hands were not moving because the strange man would notice but they were pressing. At one point when the train was traveling between distant stations, the noise sufficient to cover any sound, she came, dropping her head and letting out a muffled grunt. The woman beside her asked her if she was all right and she replied that she had been feeling ill. The flu, I think, she said and the woman seemed satisfied.
After Journey to a restaurant and she had made him promise that they wouldn’t do that again. It was too frustrating. The restaurant was too quiet to use the vibrator continuously. They waited until the restaurant crowd thinned and worked between the comings and goings of the waiter. It took much too long she thought. She had to wait until they were in the car riding home before she really let loose.
They still did some Journeys. Maybe once or twice a year. It could make a simple trip to the mountains a special occasion and was something they often did when they traveled. He really enjoyed playing with her excitement, controlling it and she enjoyed the feeling of being so hot in public places, surrounded by people. This week they were traveling to the West Coast and he had already suggested she wear it on the plane. She imagined the two of them huddled and cuddling with a blanket over their laps while she enjoyed the vibrations. She imagined who would be sitting near them. She was looking forward to it.
