Message-ID: <17978eli$9812130429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Miss Behavin`" Subject: RP (Miss Behavin`) Batteries Included (the whole damn thing) M/F, rom, toys Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <002101be25e0$c3691b60$0100a8c0@wild-bunny> Since part 2 of this story is never going to find it's way here, I've decided to just post the whole damn thing in one big lump. Of course this contains mature subject matter with lots of steamy sex and all that good stuff... consider yourself warned. Copyright ©1998 Miss Behavin`. All rights reserved. No permission is granted for reproduction in any manner. ---------------------- Batteries Included She tapped on the door and waited for a response; none came. Knocking a little louder, she heard him call out, “Who is it?” “It’s me, Miranda,” she replied. “Miranda?” “Yes, Miranda. Let me in, please.” “My neighbor Miranda?” “Yes! How many people named Miranda do you know?” she hissed, getting impatient. “Hmmm, I only know one and she’s my neighbor.” Miranda leaned her forehead against the door and sighed. “Matt, open the door, please; these groceries are getting heavy and I have a headache.” She heard him pulling at chains and unlocking the deadbolts, and she stood back up as he opened the door an inch and peered out. “Miranda!” he said, as if it were some big surprise that she was standing there. He unlocked the last chain and swung the door open wide. “Come in, come in. You shouldn’t be standing out in the hall with all those bags.” She rolled her eyes as she walked by him and headed into the kitchen with him trailing behind her. Setting the bags on the counter, she turned to look at him. “Did you remember to eat today, Matt?” “Uhmm, I think I did,” he said, a serious look crossing his face. “Yeah, I ’m pretty sure I did. I had hot dogs for breakfast and some cereal for lunch. I didn’t have any milk, so I ate it without and just pretended there was milk in it.” Miranda smiled. “I bought extra milk this week since you seem to be going through a lot of it. Okay, help me put this stuff away.” She opened up a set of cupboards and started unpacking the food, handing him anything that needed to be put in the refrigerator. Matt started chatting about a new project he was working on, and she listened to him for a while until his words started all running together in her mind and she just about blocked him out. As she lined up his cans of soup alphabetically she thought about Matt. She had moved into the apartment building five years ago and the first person she had met was Matt. Her apartment was directly across from his, and as she and her friends moved in her belongings, Matt had peeked out the door and watched them with great curiosity. She had thought him slightly weird when he started making comments about her furniture. Not that he was making judgement calls on her taste of furniture; no, he was talking about what it was made out of and the chemical compounds of each particular material. She had tried to ignore him, but it was really hard to ignore Matt for some reason. It wasn’t that he was attractive or witty, but there was something about him. As time progressed, she started to have short conversations with him when she would meet him in the hall. They were never normal conversations about the weather or something current in the news. He was always asking her about things that she threw away in her garbage, or if she would save her old batteries and give them to him. Once she was taking her garbage out and the cord from a broken curling iron was hanging out of one of the bags. She thought Matt was going to have a heart attack when he saw that she was throwing it out. She immediately surrendered the curling iron to him and he hugged it to his chest and disappeared through his door. “You bought me ice cream!” he said like an excited child. She smiled at him as he carefully put it in his freezer. Matt was probably about 25 years old, maybe younger. She had never received a definite answer when she inquired. To look at him, you’d think that he was some malnourished junkie, but he wasn’t that at all. Matt was actually an extremely intelligent guy who had more important things on his mind than eating or getting his hair cut. Miranda had actually discovered the inner Matt, and the more she got to know him, the more she appreciated his brilliance and overlooked his idiosyncrasies. She closed the cupboard doors and turned around, folding one of the bags while she watched Matt line up the yogurt in alphabetical order. She had heard other people refer to him as "that retard in apartment 3A", and feelings of rage had built up inside her. They would never know how brilliant he really is, because they would never take the time to find out. “I finished my project today and shipped it off,” he stated, standing up and closing the fridge door. “I also received a bunch of checks from Hastier, Inc., for something.” “They still owed you the last 2 payments on your reengineering of their inventory system. I wrote them a very nice but firm letter, so hopefully they’ve paid up.” Matt shrugged and smiled as Miranda rolled her eyes. “You sign them and I’ ll drop them off at the bank tomorrow.” He sat at the table and started scribbling his name across the checks. As he signed each one, he handed it to her, and she went through his invoice book and marked it paid. “You really should keep better records, Matt. How about taking some time and whipping up a quick program where we can keep track of all this stuff on the computer?” She asked him this several times a month, and he always just smiled and said he would get to it after he finished the jobs that paid. Tucking the checks into her pocket, she thought about Matt’s jobs that paid. They not only paid him, but they paid him very well. He was an independent software contractor and was quite well known in the field. He had told her that he once had tried to work for a software company but had problems following their rules. He couldn’t work 9 to 5. Sometimes he would work 23 hours in a row, then sleep for 4 or 5 hours, and work another 23 hours. Other times he would not work for a couple of days, and then he would go back at it, fast and furious. As they became friends, Miranda started stopping by every other day and seeing if he needed anything. At first she would just pick up some milk or bread for him, and then she found that she was picking up his groceries. Soon after that, she found that she was doing his banking for him, because she once found over $6,000.00 worth of checks sitting on his table along with a few thousand dollars worth of bills. Together they had gone through the bills and readied them for payment, and the next day she took his checks to the bank and deposited them into his account. Matt had told her that he used to have someone who helped him with all his “stuff”, but he wouldn’t discuss who it was or why that person was no longer helping him. Miranda rubbed her temples and tried to focus on the papers in front of her. “Another headache?” Matt asked, looking at her with a very concerned face. She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head back, still rubbing her temples. “I think it’s the same one; way too much tension in my life and not enough sex.” “Miranda!” Matt gasped and snickered. She looked at him and smiled, “Sorry, Matt, just stating the facts.” “Way too much information,” he said, staring at her. “But, then again, you are a woman in your very early thirties, which means you’re at your sexual peek. Your hormones are probably running high.” “Thanks for reminding me,” she said glumly. “Hey! I have something that might help you!” he said, jumping out of his chair and taking off down the hall. “Help my lack of sex problem?” she called out and could just about hear him blushing when he yelled back that that was gross. Reluctantly, she pulled herself out of the chair and followed him. His living room was not really a living room. It was filled with desks covered with computers and printers. He had 7 computers, and all the desks were in a big circle so he could flit from one to another on his rolling chair. He had removed the carpet so he could move quickly from one desk to another. She moved down the bare hall and turned into the larger of the two bedrooms where Matt kept his “inventions”. “Geeze, Matt, this room looks worse than ever. I think you should just close the door and condemn it!” Matt was either ignoring her or he didn’t hear her as he searched through piles of wires and cables, mumbling to himself. Miranda looked around the room at what would have been a garage sale nightmare. He had boxes of unidentifiable items piled high along one wall, and his homemade workbench was filled with gadgets and tools. It was incredible to her that his “real” workspace was so clean and organized and his “play” space was such a mess. It was like the difference between night and day. “Aha, here it is!” he said, gathering up two little pieces in his hands and holding them out to her. “What the hell is it?” she asked, picking one of the pieces up and studying it. It was about an inch long and maybe half an inch thick. An outer coating of clear pink, rubbery plastic covered what appeared to be a silver metal cylinder. She turned it over in her hand to see that on the other side the plastic was molded into a suction cup. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He laughed. “Let me explain.” He took it out of her hand. “Okay, say you feel tension in the back of your neck. You take this little part and… hmm, stick out your tongue.” “I feel tension in my neck so I should stick out my tongue?” “No, uhmm, just stick out your tongue.” She shrugged and stuck out her tongue and he rubbed the suction cup against it. “Ewww,” she gagged, “don’t put that thing in my mouth; I don’t know where it’s been!” He moved behind her and pushed her blonde hair over her shoulder. Suddenly she felt something wet and cold on the base of her neck. It wasn’t heavy; it just felt kind of strange. “Now,” he said, “here is the beauty of this little machine.” She watched as he turned a dial on a little black box and suddenly her neck began to vibrate, startling her for a second. He turned the dial more and looked at her as the vibrations became stronger. “Mmmm, Matt, that actually feels pretty good.” He handed her the little controller, "Here, you can borrow it. I have to warn you though, I've noticed that when it's near most kinds of electronic equipment, like a computer or something, it tends to have a mind of its own." Miranda wasn't really listening as she turned the dial up higher and felt the vibrations run through her body, causing quite a sensation. She smiled at Matt; "Well, I better get home. Thanks for this thing." After he closed the door behind her, she heard him doing up all of the chains and locks. She smiled to herself as she unlocked her door and entered her own apartment. ~~~ She was reading a budget report when Rob walked into her office and flopped in one of the chairs on the other side of her desk. She looked up from her report and smiled at him. "Hey." "Hi, gorgeous, how are ya?" he said, smiling as he stretched out in the chair. "Fighting a headache still, but otherwise I'm top notch." She smiled at him, studying his light blue eyes behind his gold-framed glasses. "Did you take some Aspirin?" he asked. "Yup, didn't help," she replied, thinking about how much she'd like to be running her fingers through his sandy blonde hair. "Getting lots of sleep?" "Yup, nothing else happening in my bed," she said, smirking. He grinned and her heart fluttered. They had been friends for about 6 months now and kind of dating for the past 2 months; the sexual tension between them was electrifying. Rob had opened his own law firm 7 months previously in the office space directly across the hall from where she ran her little printing business, and he was always coming over to make photocopies -- or so he said. He had worked for a large firm of almost 20 years when he decided to pack it in and go out on his own. Although he had made partner, it just wasn’t what he saw himself doing for the rest of his life, so when he turned 40 he decided to make the change. Miranda and her assistant, Jessie, had watched Rob move in with great curiosity, and after all of his things were moved in, they went over and visited him, telling him that it was a “welcome to the building” visit, although it was actually a fact-finding mission. They found no pictures of a wife and kids, and he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. After further investigation they found out that he was single, so that made him fair game. Jessie figured that she should get first dibs at him since she was 37 and now single. She said that, since she was closer to his age, that that made her the number one candidate. Miranda was 33 and had a much better chance of "hooking one on the outside”, Jessie explained to her one day. Miranda had only laughed and told her to “go for it”, although she admitted to herself that if Jessie actually succeeded, she would have been very disappointed. As it turned out, Jessie did not succeed, and Miranda never bothered trying. She didn’t have to; she and Rob had hit it off right away. So far, there had been nothing sexual between them, which definitely explained the tension. “Maybe you need to lose at poker again,” he smirked, putting his hands behind his head and looking at her smugly. Miranda tossed the paper she was holding onto her desk and leaned over, smiling at him. “I believe I still owe you something from the game two weeks ago.” “Why, yes, I believe you do, young lady," he said. "And I have a signed document saying that you'll do anything I tell you to do." Miranda blinked. "I don't think so, Counselor. I think I'm supposed to buy you a drink or sleep with you or something." "No, no... it's true," he said as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and dug around until he pulled out a small piece of paper and handed to her. Miranda took the paper and unfolded it. "Read it out loud," Rob suggested. "Okay, let's see. I, Miranda Robertson, being of sound mind and utterly sexy body…" She laughed and looked up at him. "Who wrote this?" "You dictated and I wrote it since you were mildly inebriated." "Oh, that would explain why I don't remember it, huh? Okay, uhmmm, sound mind and utterly sexy body, do solemnly swear that I shall abide by the orders given to me by my... are you sure I said all this?" Rob and nodded and smiled. "Continue, please." "Sheesh! …given to me by my soon-to-be Master, Robert James, who is not only of sound mind but one fucking sexy body. I will do as he asks for the period of 8 hours." Miranda looked up at Rob who was grinning from ear to ear. "I don't think this is going to hold up in court. I mean, I was drunk and you took advantage of my state." Rob sat up and leaned his elbows on her desk, dropping his chin in his hands. "I have 4 paid witnesses from said poker game that will swear you were definitely of sound mind and -- I can add myself -- utterly sexy body, Miranda." She narrowed her eyes at him, "What exactly do you have in mind?" The phone rang and she excused herself to answer it as Rob continued to stare at her. As much as she wanted to make it look like she was going to contest that little piece of paper, she was actually excited about being some sort of a slave to Rob. "Oh, hi, Matt; what's up?" "I wanted to know if you still have the device I gave you yesterday for your headache? I have this cool idea on how to upgrade it." "Uhmmm, I don't know Matt, let me check my purse." She put Matt on hold and fetched her purse from where she had tossed it that morning on a chair. Sitting back down at her desk, she started pulling its contents out as Rob watched with amusement. "Does one woman really need that many tubes of lipstick at once?" he questioned. Miranda shot him a look and pulled out Matt's device, as he called it. She picked up the phone and pushed the line. "Yup, I have it right here with me, Matt. I can drop it off when I get home if you want." "Thanks, Miranda! I've got this really cool idea. I'm gonna take the..." Matt's voice trailed off as she stared over at Rob who was staring back and smiling at her. He pointed to the device and held his hand out. "That sounds great Matt... uh, huh..." She dropped both pieces into Rob's outstretched hand and leaned back in her chair, recrossing her legs as she closed her eyes. It was no use trying to tell Matt that she was busy or couldn't talk right now, because he'd just continue talking anyway. Rob studied the little black control box and turned the dial. Suddenly the other piece started to vibrate in his hand; the more he turned the dial, the more it vibrated. Rob smiled to himself as he set the controller on Miranda's desk and started walking around the room with the cylinder held tightly in his palm, vibrating. "Matt, I really need to... uh, huh..." Rob smiled and walked out of Miranda's office to the front door and then over to Jessie's desk. "How are ya, Jess?" he asked, squeezing his palm. Jessie looked up and smiled, "I'd be better if you'd tell me that you wanted to toss me on the floor and make wild passionate love to me." Rob laughed and smiled. "No, huh?" she said, smiling back at him. "Well, in that case, I think I'll go out and grab something to eat." She grabbed her purse and stood up, straightening her long skirt. "Enjoy," Rob said and moved back, opening the door. "Trying to get rid of me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Of course not!" he said, trying to put on his best 'shocked expression'. Jessie laughed, mumbled 'yah, right' and headed out the door. Rob watched her as she walked down the hall and into the elevator. He squeezed his hand tight over the little cylinder as it continued to vibrate in his hand. >From inside her office, he could still hear Miranda talking to Matt and he smiled. Opening the door, he walked across the hall to his small office and sat behind the front desk where, if he had a full time secretary, she would sit. The vibrations in his hand hadn't lessened any, and that made him grin mischievously. He pulled himself out of the chair and headed back across the hall. When he had first moved in, it had been hard to get used to the hall walls being totally made of glass. All of the offices had blinds, which could easily make them private. At first, Rob left his closed all the time, but soon he started opening them in the morning and left them that way. He liked sitting in the outer office and looking across the hall as Miranda walked around, talking to customers or Jessie. Sometimes she just paced back and forth when she was thinking, and he found that the most distracting of all. He'd watch her long legs as she paced, and then he would slowly scan up her body until his eyes settled on her beautiful face. She looked very lost when she was thinking; she completely tuned out the rest of the world and concentrated, which made it easy for him to stare at her without her knowing it. He entered her office and sat back down in the chair across from her desk. Picking up the controller, he spun the dial until the vibrations stopped. "That really sounds perfect, Matt, but, honey, I really need to go; a customer just came in and needs to be serviced." Rob stifled a laugh as Miranda looked at him and grinned. "Okay, I'll see you when I get home. Bye, Matt." She hung up the phone and rubbed her ear. "That boy goes from one extreme to another. One day you have to force him to talk, and then next day you're looking for the duct tape for his mouth." Rob laughed and smiled at her as he leaned back in his chair and openly studied her face. "What?" she asked. "I thought you were going to service me," he said. "I mean, it would be a shame to lie, especially to Matt." "And just how may I be of service to you, Counselor?" she asked, leaning over her desk. "Well, Missy, you can start by paying off this debt that you owe me. I mean, it's been a couple of weeks now and your account is still outstanding. I'd hate to have to take legal action against you." Miranda frowned. "Gee, I'd hate to get that kind of a reputation. You know, as someone who doesn't pay up. Plus, I don't know any really good lawyers." Rob nodded in agreement, ignoring her last comment. "So are you going to pay up, or what?" "Depends on the price," she said, her blue eyes shining at him. "What is this thing?" he asked, pointing to the device. "Ahhh, well, that is one of Matt's infamous inventions. He gave it to me last night for my headache." Rob gave her a quizzical look and she continued. "There is a little suction cup on one side of the pink thing, and you lick it and stick it to wherever ails you, and then turn on the controller and the pain goes away after being vibrated out of your body. I highly recommend it." "Vibration can be a good thing," Rob said, smiling innocently. "Depends on how charged your batteries are," Miranda shot back, smiling broadly at him. "Oh, Baby, you know my batteries are included, therefore the Energizer Bunny has nothing on me." He picked up the piece of paper off her desk. "Actually this states that you'll do anything I tell you to do; there are no conditions save running naked down the street and screaming "take me", which I won't have you do for the simple fact that I don't want you offering yourself to anyone but me." She laughed, "What do you have in mind then?" "You have to do whatever I ask, correct?" "Within reason, I will." Rob smiled. "Oh, I think this is very reasonable, Miranda, and the best part is that you really don't have to do anything after the initial setup." She raised a brow and wondered just what the hell he was talking about. He sat up in his chair and picked up the little cylinder off her desk and held it out to her. She took it and looked at him, confused. "And?" she asked. Rob took the controller and sat back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and grinning at her. "That's your half and this is mine," he said, showing her the controller. "And?" she questioned, feeling kind of slow for not getting what he was talking about. "And you're going to wear that part," he said. "Wear it? Wear it where? I think..." Her mind popped into pervert mode. He couldn't possibly mean… no. She looked over at him and didn't say a word. If what she was thinking was correct, she wanted to hear him say it. "Where?" "Yes, Robert; where am I to wear this?" she whispered. He moved forward and leaned on the edge of her desk, looking her directly in the eye. "You're going to take that little device and slip it into your panties. But it's not just going to ‘sit’ there. You're going to slide it between your pussy lips and place it against your clit." Miranda blinked and squeezed her thighs together at the thought. Rob had never been so forward with her before; she'd never even heard him swear. This was definitely a turn-on. He continued, "And then you're going to do whatever it is that you had planned to do today." Miranda looked at him and blinked. It wasn't what he was saying that shocked her; it was that it was Rob who was saying it to her. Up until this point in time they had tossed a lot of sexual innuendoes back and forth, but this was an entirely new ballgame. "That's it?" she asked. It seemed a little too easy. "Yup, that's it," Rob said, smiling at her. "Okay, well, I'll just pop down to the ladies room and do it so we can continue on with our day." Rob shook his head. "I don't think so; I'm going to need some proof that you've actually placed it where I've requested." "Proof, huh?" she said. She could feel her body getting warm at the thought of his hands all over her body. "What kind of proof?" "The ‘seeing is believing’ kind of proof. After all, I am a lawyer." Miranda leaned over her desk and studied his handsome face. "Has it occurred to you, Counselor, that we haven't even really even kissed efore -- I mean a passionate-make-me-melt kiss -- and now you want a viewing of my naked body?" Rob stood up and walked around her desk. Reaching down, he grabbed the arms of her chair and gave it a half-spin until she was facing him. Leaning down, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly. He inhaled her sweet fragrance as his lips pressed harder against hers. Miranda tilted her head back, running her tongue between his lips, feeling the heat of his hands against her face. Rob opened his mouth, slipping his tongue between her lips, their tongues meeting and stroking each other as their lips mashed together. Miranda moaned against his mouth and Rob pulled away, turned her chair back and then returned back to where he was sitting before. "Consider yourself officially kissed," he said, trying not to smile at the stunned look on her face. She looked down at the cylinder and then at Rob, "You're serious, aren't you?" "Very." Miranda looked around. Was she really about to do this? Which panties did she wear today? Rob was staring at her, his eyes burning her skin, and she could still feel the heat of his kiss against her lips. "Shall I close the blinds and lock the door?" He stood up and smiled. "Where's Jessie?" she whispered. "She went out for lunch about half and hour ago," Rob whispered back, completely amused. "Just close my door then. Jessie will get suspicious if she comes back and the front door is locked." "This'll only take a minute, Miranda, and you know that Jessie could never do a half-hour lunch break. We'll be lucky if she's back in an hour." Rob looked out into the outer office and then closed the door. He turned and looked at one uncomfortable-looking Miranda. There was something about her that almost made you want to put her into a position like this. She was a very strong-willed person who you just wanted to see taking orders for a change. He smiled softly at her. Of course, had she said that she wouldn't do it -- had she really not wanted to do it -- he would have known and dropped the idea. "I'm not sure how to go about this," she said honestly. She could feel herself getting wet just at the thought of doing this -- the thought of Rob that close to her. "Let's see," he pretended to ponder the situation. "How about hiking up that skirt and sitting up on your desk? I can work around your panties." She took a deep breath and moved to the front of her desk. She knew why he was doing this. He had mentioned several times before about her need to always be in control and, admittedly, it was true. He wanted to see how she fared on the other side of the tracks. Rob sat back down in the chair and she stood in front of him, taking the hem of her skirt and slowly pulling it up over her hips. She watched him watching her hem rise and thought she'd be seeing his pants doing the same soon. He was mesmerized as the material slowly moved up her thighs. She had gorgeous legs and her thighs were shapely and firm. Miranda pulled the skirt up around her waist, watching Rob's face as she uncovered her little black sheer panties. She knew that he would be seeing that she had no pubic hair, and she wondered what he would think of that. She could feel her pussy slowly dripping and wetting the crotch of her panties. One rub of her clit and she was thought she would probably cum on the spot. "Oh, right," she said, "I'm supposed to be sitting on my desk." Slowly, she backed herself against the desk and sat up on it, spreading her knees wide apart. There was something about the situation that was so sexy -- so dangerous -- so very sensuous. Rob was staring at her panties, feeling his cock twitching in his briefs. He wasn't even sure he could move. Through the sheerness of her panties he could see her bare pussy lips, and now he couldn't take his eyes off them. He fought the urge to move the material aside and slide his tongue up between those glossy lips. He could see what the situation was doing to her by the wetness shining through her panties. "Rob?" "God, you're beautiful, Miranda," he said without thinking about what he was saying. "Thanks, but Rob, I have a meeting in 15 minutes, and I'd prefer that Mr. Patterson not see my on my desk with my legs spread. He's hard enough to fend off when I'm fully dressed." Rob broke out of his trance and pulled his chair over between her legs. With a slightly shaking hand, he picked up the cylinder off the desk and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. He looked up and her and smiled, melting when she smiled so innocently back at him. "I guess I have to wet this, huh?" "Check again Mr. James, I believe the point of contact is already wet enough." Rob decided to take her up on that offer and check. He hooked his finger around the side of the crotch of her panties and pulled the thin material over to the side. He caught his breath and his mouth felt dry. His cock was doing flips inside of his pants, and he tried to ignore its pleas for release. Very lightly, he ran his finger down between her lips and his finger moved between them very easily. She was right; she was definitely wet enough. He pushed his finger in deeper, slipping it up until the pad of his finger touched her clit and he felt her body tremble. Miranda leaned back on her hands, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. How embarrassing would it be to cum from a single touch? His finger slid up and down slowly, ever so gently. A faint moan escaped her lips as she felt him spread her lips apart and press the cylinder between them. Rob pressed the suction cup side against her clit and then released her lips. The cylinder stuck out a little and looked like a swollen clit sticking out. His cock was throbbing in his pants and screaming to get out as he moved her panties back over her pussy and covered it up. He pushed his chair back and watched as Miranda slid off her desk and pulled her skirt back down, swaying her hips back and forth. "How does that feel?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual. "Well, it's going to take a little while to get used to," she said as she tested walking around. Her panties were tight against her pussy and would probably hold the cylinder in place -- or at least she hoped they would. It might be kind of hard to explain something like that dropping out of her skirt. She walked around her desk and felt it rubbing against her clit. After sitting down, she crossed her legs and pulled herself up under her desk. Looking at Rob, she smiled as she watched him wiggle around in his chair. She could see the effect that she had had on him. "You realize that I'm going to have a hundred silent orgasms today," she said. "Oh, Miranda, don't make them all silent, please." His face looked very serious as he stood up and leaned over her desk. "I want at least the last 10 to be very loud and in my ear." He leaned over further and kissed her softly before standing up and walking over to the door. After unlocking it, he swung it open and then turned back to her, "At least 10," he repeated before he walked out, smiling to himself. Jessie surprised him as she walked in the door just as he was about to leave. He grinned at her and slipped out the door with his hand in his pocket, slowly rubbing the little controller with his thumb. ~~ "These are very good, Mike, but let me suggest this." Miranda quickly took a copy of his sketch and made a few changes to his very rough work. She liked it when clients showed her what they wanted, but she had to be very careful not to step on their feelings when she changed it all around. They sat in the outer office at a big round table so they could spread all of the artwork around and not have to worry about losing any of it on Miranda's desk. She crossed her legs and leaned against the table. Rob looked up from his file. Miranda was drawing out something; her pencil was flying across a piece of paper as the guy sitting across from her appeared to be trying to look down her blouse. He smiled; it was time. >From his pocket he removed the controller and held it in the palm of his hand. Pressing his thumb against the dial, he started to turn it slowly. His eyes never left her as he continued to move the dial, very slowly. He could tell the precise second that it connected, because she jumped and then tried to collect herself. Rob smiled; it was going to be a very good day. "Something wrong?" Mike Patterson asked, staring at Miranda and wondering why she had jumped. She had moved and ruined his view of the tops of her breasts. "No, I'm fine -- just a sharp pain in my side. I guess I ate lunch too fast." She smiled at him to reassure him that she was indeed fine, when she really wasn't. The cylinder was vibrating hard against her clit, making her want to pull up her skirt and drive two fingers into her pussy and finger fuck herself into one mind-blowing orgasm. Instead she tightened her thighs and went back to work. She knew Rob was watching her from his office and decided that if she ignored the divine vibrations that were seeping into her body that maybe he would give up and turn it off. Seconds later it stopped and she grinned. "Okay, let's see how this looks." Miranda picked up the paper she had been working with and went over to the copier and made a copy of it and handed it to Mike. She leaned over the desk beside him and pointed out why she made certain changes. Just as she was about to stand up again, Rob turned the dial to full power and she felt her knees go weak and she let out a loud moan. Mike jumped out of his chair and Jesse came running over to her. "Are you okay?" Jesse asked, rubbing her back. The vibrations shot through her body and she bent over, holding the table for support. As her legs weakened, she squeezed her thighs together and tried to fight her pending orgasm. The vibrations stopped and then started again; over and over, faster and faster, Rob turned the dial off and on quickly. "Oh, God!" Miranda whispered. "Miranda, are you okay? Do you need..." Jessie's voice trailed off as Miranda squeezed her eyes shut tight and her body began to shake uncontrollably. The wave washed through her body, and when she tried to stand back up, her head started to spin. Mike helped her sit down as Jessie ran to the water cooler and got her a drink. She handed the paper cup to Miranda and studied her face carefully. "What's up with you? What did you have for lunch?" Miranda ignored Jessie and Mike and glanced across the hall to see Rob sitting behind the front desk, studying the papers on the desk in front of him. She could see him grinning and wanted to go over there and wipe that grin off his face. He was going to pay for that one. "I'm fine," she said, returning her attention to the two concerned faces looking at her. Mike was looking at her kind of strangely and she was afraid to ask him why. Could he tell that she just came? "Okay, let's try this again, Mike. I suggest that we move this smaller text down to the bottom of the card and..." The vibrations started again and her head began to spin. "And what?" "And..." The vibrations stopped and then started again harder. The cylinder pounded against her pussy, sending sensations to every nerve ending in her body. "Would you excuse me for a moment?" she asked Mike. He nodded and she stood up and walked slowly into her office, closing the door behind her. Sitting behind her desk, she picked up her phone and dialed a number. "Are we having fun?" she hissed before he could say anything. "Well, I don't know about you, but I certainly am. Actually, by the look on your face a few minutes ago, you were definitely having fun." "Rob, I can't think when you turn that thing on." "Like this?" He turned the dial and Miranda moaned loudly over the phone. Rob felt his cock twitching again and moved his hand down over it and started to rub it under the desk. "Stop that!" she hissed as she leaned back in her chair and spread her legs. She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her fingers against her drenched panties. "Was it a good orgasm, Miranda?" he asked softly. "There's such a thing as a bad one?" Rob laughed; she had a point there. "What are you doing over there? Your breathing is a little ragged." "If you must know, I'm sitting in my chair with my legs spread and I'm rubbing my pussy." "Mmmmm," he whispered, "Now move the material over and push a finger into your wet pussy, Baby." He shifted around in his chair and wished he had closed the blinds. Miranda moved the crotch over and slipped one finger between her lips and pressed it inside. She moaned as her finger entered. "Now another one," Rob whispered from the other end of the phone. Miranda shoved another finger into her pussy and felt it contract around them. She pressed her thumb against the cylinder as her fingers moved deeper into her wetness. "Now fuck yourself, Miranda." "Oh, God," she moaned as she started pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. She moaned and fucked herself faster and harder, moaning and whimpering into the phone as Rob whispered into her ear, listening to her breathing speed up. "Cum for me, Miranda. Cum for me, Baby." The sounds of her moans and whimpers were driving him insane. He was starting to wonder how good of an idea this was exactly. His desire to drive her over the brink was backfiring as he could barely hold himself back from cumming with her. "Oh!" Miranda moaned and then the phone dropped onto the floor. She leaned further in her chair, spreading her legs farther apart and driving her fingers into her cunt so hard she could hear the sounds of her fingers slapping against her pussy. "Oh, God..." she moaned as her pussy muscles tightened around her fingers, and she bit her lip as her body started to shake. Her moans were picked up fine by the phone, and Rob rubbed his cock harder through his pants, his eyes closed as he imagined her cumming. He shook himself out of his dreamy state as he heard her pick up the phone, panting slightly. "I have to get back out there," she whispered and hung up the phone before he could answer. She walked out the door, hoping that they didn't hear her in there. Jessie raised an eyebrow and went back to her desk. Mike was standing, holding his briefcase in his hand. "We'll go with what you mapped out, Miranda," he said, smiling at her. "I'll just be going now. I think maybe you should go home and get some rest; you look a little flushed." "I'm sorry, Mike. I think you're right. Maybe I've caught the flu or something." As she talked to him, she looked over at Rob who grinned and waved at her. After Mike left, she looked over at Jessie. "What?" "Oh, nothing, Miranda. Nothing at all." "Oh, come on, Jessie. You've got something on your mind, so speak!" Jessie spun around in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "You had sex with Rob, didn't you? You've got that ‘just fucked’ look all over your face." "I did not have sex with Rob!" Jessie narrowed her eyes. "Then why do you look like that?" "I don't look like anything! You have a very overactive imagination. Now I'm going back to work, and you should do the same." Miranda turned on her heel and walked back into her office, sitting in her chair and staring at the wall. She sighed and flicked on her computer. As the system booted up, the cylinder started to vibrate again. "You just don't give up, do you?" she said to Rob, who was nowhere around. She logged in and started working on a project that was almost due, the cylinder vibrating happily between her pussy lips. She shifted in her chair, fighting the urge to hike her skirt up again. "You busy?" She jumped when she heard his voice behind her. She turned to see Rob leaning against her doorframe, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Very. Did you have an appointment?" He moved inside her office and sat in one of her visitor chairs. He looked at his watch and then back at her. "Actually, you still owe me over 6 hours, so… yah, I have a very long appointment." "Do you think you'd be kind enough to turn this thing off for about an hour or so and let me recover?" Rob pulled the controller out of his pocket and studied it. "It's off; you must be having aftershocks," he said, grinning. The vibrations against her swollen clit were definitely not aftershocks of any kind. "I'm not kidding, Rob, it's vibrating like crazy." "I don't know, Miranda; this thing is off. Maybe it couldn't handle all that moisture." "Very funny," she said, wiggling around in her chair. She then remembered Matt saying something about electronic equipment setting it off and asked Rob if that were possible. "I'm a lawyer, Miranda; what the hell do I know?" "Good point." "I don't suppose you'd be interesting in having lunch with me?" he asked, smiling at her as he watched her wiggle around in her chair. "Maybe we could grab a hotdog and eat in an electronics store or something." "Oh, you're so damn funny," she said, turning off her computer and standing up. The vibrations stopped and she relaxed. "Let's go. It's not like I'll be able to get anything done here anyway." She grabbed her purse and walked around her desk, rubbing herself against Rob as she moved out the door. Rob chuckled and followed her, watching the gentle sway of her hips. "And where do you think you're going?" Jessie asked, glaring at the two of them. Miranda coughed, "Rob is going to take me home. I don't feel well enough to drive. You know, flu and all." Jessie wasn't buying the story, but she smiled and nodded. "Well, you take care, Miranda, and I hope for your sake that he has a good bedside manner." Miranda rolled her eyes and headed out the door, hearing Rob laughing as he followed her down the hall to the elevator. "She knows, you know," he said as he pushed the button for the underground parking level. "No! She knows that we're going for lunch? My God, Rob, what if she tells other people that we eat together?" She smiled sweetly at him. Rob leaned against the elevator wall, his hand in his pocket and he turned the dial on full and he watched, as Miranda's eyes grew large. "Meanie," she moaned as the door opened and three businessmen entered the elevator. All three turned their backs to Rob and Miranda and stared at the elevator door. Rob smiled at Miranda and turned the controller off and then flicked it back on again. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, feeling her body responding again to the vibrations. When she squeezed her thighs together, the feeling became more intense and she moaned softly. Rob watched with amusement as the three men tried to look behind them without looking obvious. Miranda was moaning softly and none of the men could resist turning their heads and looking at her. Rob couldn't stop looking at her. Her chest was heaving slightly, her breasts rising and falling beneath her silk blouse as her hands gripped the hand railing. He could see her legs pressed tightly together as her hips rocked back and forth slightly. Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, she tilted her head back farther and moaned a little louder. One of the men looked at Rob. "Is she okay?" "Oh, sure," Rob responded, moving over to Miranda and wrapping his arms around her waist. "She's just got the flu -- a very nasty one." "Oh," was all the guy said, as the door opened and they all quickly stepped out. Rob held Miranda close to him, rubbing her back as her arms went around his neck and she rubbed against him, moaning. The doors closed as the elevator made its way down to the lower parking. Rob slipped his hands down to her ass and pulled her hard against him. He squeezed her cheeks as he ground his cock against her. Miranda moaned, her hands flying up to the back of his head and pulling at his hair. "Does that feel good, Baby?" he asked, rubbing himself harder against her as his hands slipped under her skirt and made contact with her skin. "Uh, huh," she whimpered and pulled on his hair. "I'm going to cum." He slipped his fingers under her panties and down her ass cheeks until they made contact with her dripping pussy. He could feel how powerful the vibrations were as her lips vibrated against his fingers. "Cum, Baby," he ordered as he shoved a finger up between her lips and into her pussy. Her cunt contracted around his finger and her body shook violently against his as she let out a scream. He continued to rub her pussy until her body became limp against his. "Oh, God," she whispered, slowly releasing him. She looked up at him, her eyes completely unfocused. "I can't take much more of this, Rob." "Sure you can," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "You have only just begun." ~~~ Miranda leaned her head back against the headrest of the passenger seat and closed her eyes. She felt exhausted and miraculously horny at the same time. She wanted Rob. She wanted him to fuck her until she begged for mercy. They drove to the outskirts of the city and pulled up in front of a little Italian restaurant. "I hope you're hungry," he said, turning off the car. "This place makes the most amazing food, and they give you enough to feed an army." Miranda smiled at him and said she was starving. Her body had almost returned to normal although she really wanted to take off her wet panties. They walked into the restaurant hand in hand and were greeted by the hostess, who showed them to a little booth in the corner. There were a few other customers, but the place wasn't busy. Miranda looked at her watch and figured that a lot of people wouldn't be eating at three in the afternoon. They ordered drinks and studied the menu. Actually, Miranda studied the menu and Rob studied Miranda. From the moment he had first met her, he knew that he had found the woman of his dreams. Yah, she was stubborn and could be controlling, but those traits worked with the rest of her personality. She was also kind-hearted and generous to a fault. After a failed marriage, the last thing he wanted to do was rush into a relationship. He didn't want to wreck this one, which is why he made sure they took things very slowly. They had lunch and dinner together, they went to movies and social functions, and twice a month they played poker with mutual friends. He found himself falling in love with her and could no longer fight it. After being married to the same woman for 15 years, the thought of having sex with someone else actually scared him. He had fallen into that "sexual comfort zone" and wondered if he could actually satisfy another woman -- if he could satisfy this lusty woman sitting across from him. From what he had seen so far, he was pretty sure he was the man for the job. "What are you going to have?" he asked, setting his menu down and deciding that he would have whatever she ordered. "The fettuccine, definitely," she said, picking up her glass of white wine and taking a sip. "What a coincidence," he said, "that's exactly what I was going to order." She looked at him and smiled, "Too busy studying me and not the menu, huh?" Rob laughed, "Busted!" After they ordered, Rob put his hand over Miranda's and looked deeply into her dark blue eyes. He smiled, seeing his future there. "You're really being quite a good sport about this, you know." "Don't think that there won't be a payback," she said, smiling sweetly. "Because someday you're going to lose at poker, after I get you totally impaired, and I'm going to make you write me a note. Oh, and it won't just be a little note like the one I wrote for you." Rob raised an eyebrow and she continued. "Nope, it's going to be something you'll regret writing for the rest of your life." Rob laughed and squeezed her hand, "Promises, promises." Miranda leaned over the table and whispered, "That isn't a promise, Rob; it's a fact." Rob laughed and smiled at her. He wondered if he should let her have a peaceful lunch or tease the hell out of her some more. She looked very relaxed, more relaxed than he had seen her in months. "Does this not seem a little weird to you?" Miranda asked. "I mean, what we are doing?" Rob looked from left to right and then back at her. He leaned over the table and whispered, "A lot of people eat lunch late." "You know what I mean," she said, trying not to smile at his mock seriousness. Rob leaned back in his chair, rolling the ice around in his drink. "I guess it's a little weird, but the thing is Miranda, you and I haven't exactly been having a conventional relationship. We've been seeing each other for almost 2 months now, and today is the first day that I actually kissed you like I've been wanting to kiss you." "Why is that? I mean, why haven't you kissed me like that before? It's not that I haven't dreamed about those passionate pecks on the cheeks you've given me, but I was really hoping a long time ago for something a little more... sexual, sensuous." He decided to tell her the truth. "Frankly, Miranda, it's because you scare the hell out of me; rather, what I feel for you scares the hell out of me. But today… today suddenly became the day that I faced that fear. The day that I finally felt a little control over our situation." "You're not in front of a jury here, Counselor. No one is about to convict you for admitting that you want me badly." "It's not that. Well, it is, but that's not all of it, Miranda. I want to know what's on the other side. I want to know everything about you and give you the same in return." He looked at her and smiled, "And I want to fuck you silly." Their lunch arrived and they ate in silence for a minute and then Miranda asked, "Did it turn you on to hear me cumming over the phone, Rob?" Rob swallowed hard, the sounds of her moans and whimpers filling his ears. He nodded and looked at her. Miranda smiled and took a sip of her wine and Rob started eating again. "Did you like the thought of me fucking myself with two fingers, my legs spread wide as I pumped myself harder and harder?" Rob put down his fork and looked at her. She smiled and he smiled back as he felt his cock stirring in his pants. She knew she was starting to get to him. "I wish you could have felt how wet I was, Rob. God, my pussy was just soaked, and the more my fingers drove into my cunt, Rob, the better it felt. And when I came it was like a flood." She leaned over the table and whispered, "While I was fucking myself Rob, I pictured your head between my legs, your tongue inside my pussy, fucking me as my juices soaked your face." Rob gulped and felt his heart pounding hard. He knew what she was doing -- she was trying to turn the tables and make him pay for what he had done to her earlier. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the controller and set it on the table beside him. Miranda looked at the controller and smiled. "You can turn that on if you want, Rob. All it will do to me is make me have a very long, very loud orgasm that I don't plan on holding back. In fact, it'll be so loud you probably won't be able to come back to this restaurant again." Rob was forced to weigh the pros and cons of having Miranda screaming out in pleasure at one of his favorite places to eat. "Okay, you win," he said, defeat in his voice but his eyes were still shining. Miranda shifted in her seat, feeling the cylinder still hard against her clit. She was actually hoping that he'd challenge her. As she took a mouthful of fettuccine, she slipped off one of her high heels and stretched her foot out under the table. Her foot made contact with Rob's knees and she forced them apart and rested her toes against his crotch. Rob smiled at her but didn't say anything. "Do you ever wonder why Italian restaurants have these long red and white checked tablecloths?" she asked as her toes began to massage his hardening cock through his pants. "Not until this very moment, but I think I know the answer to that now," he said, taking a sip of his drink. Miranda pushed her toes harder against him and felt him pushing towards her. His cock was very hard as she started moving her foot up and down slowly. "Think it'll be a cold winter?" she asked as she kicked off her shoe and brought her foot up to join the other one. She slid one foot up and the other down and then reversed them. Rob's cock throbbed through his pants and she watched his face. "I don't know Miranda, but I do know that there is a warm front moving in right now, and it you don't stop rubbing there is going to be a very high chance of precipitation." Miranda rubbed harder and faster, her toes pressing hard against his cock. Rob closed his eyes and moaned softly before remembering where he was and opened his eyes. "Well, I think I've eaten enough; how about yourself?" "Oh, I've only just begun Rob," Miranda said as she spun some more fettuccine on her fork. She smiled at Rob and opened her mouth slightly, placing the thin pasta between her lips and sucking in it slowly, the sauce spreading across her lips. Rob watched as her tongue ran over her lips, cleaning the sauce from her skin. "Oh, my!" Rob said quietly as he shifted in his chair. Miranda's toes were doing wonderful things to his cock, and he wanted to grab her and fuck her over the table. He smiled at his little vixen and knew that he had finally met his match. "If you keep doing that, I'm no longer going to care about my reputation at this restaurant." Miranda ran her finger through the sauce on her plate, leaned over the table, and pressed her finger into Rob's mouth. He sucked the sauce off of her finger, his tongue running over the smooth finish of her nail. Pulling her finger out of his mouth, she smiled at him. "You sucking on my finger reminds me what I'd like to be doing with that big hard cock of yours, Rob." Her constant toe rubbing hadn't ceased. In fact, since she had started rubbing both her feet up and down his cock at the same time, he was sure that his pants were about to burst. "Right now I'd really like to drop to my knees under this table, pull your cock out of your pants, and run my tongue over the head of your cock. Wouldn't that feel good, Honey? My hot wet tongue licking around your swollen head. Of course I'm greedy, so I'd have to slide my lips down your cock, swallowing it deeply into my throat as my lips tightened around it." "I know why you're doing this, Miranda," Rob managed to say. Now both his cock and his heart were pounding hard. "Because I want to suck your cock until you're about ready to explode?" she replied innocently. "No, I think you secretly want to be spanked, which is exactly what's going to happen if you don't put your feet back on the floor and stop talking dirty to me," he hissed. "Hmmm, you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh?" Miranda laughed and continued to smile at him. "Oh, I can take it. In fact, Miranda, I can take quite a bit. Like right now I'm thinking about pulling you out of that chair, wrapping that skirt you're wearing around your waist, pulling those sheer panties down and bending you over this table. When your bare ass is sticking out, I can't help but think how good it would feel to give it a couple of slaps right before I grab your hips and drive my cock deeply into your cunt. I can hear it now, my body slamming against yours, your juices running all over my cock and down your thighs." He smiled innocently at her. "You realize, of course, we wouldn't be asked if we wanted dessert if you did that." She grinned at him. "And I'd really love a piece of cherry cheesecake." Rob tossed his head back and closed his eyes. Miranda had built up a resistance to his words. Either that, or her pussy was cooling off, and it was now time to heat her back up again. He didn't like the food here that much that he would lose this battle for it. Opening his eyes, he spun the dial on the controller and watched her eyes narrow and her lips part. Her feet shifted but remained pressed hard against his cock. "Oh, God," she moaned, "that feels so good." Rob watched her with morbid curiosity. He wondered if she would really have a Guinness Book of World Records orgasm. Miranda squeezed her thighs together and felt the vibrations seeping through her body. The vibrations weren't as strong before. "Turn it up," she whispered. Rob checked the dial and found that it was up as high as it would go. There could only be one reason for that and that's that the batteries were wearing down. He shook the controller, hoping that it would help. "Batteries," he said flatly. "Damn," she said smiling at him as the vibrations faded slowly. "I guess this means that you've played your last card, huh?" She started rubbed her toes against him again. Rob checked his watch. "Nope, I still have you for 4 more hours and batteries are very easy to find." "Does this mean I'm not getting the cheesecake?" she pouted. Rob waved the waitress over and asked for the bill and 2 pieces of cherry cheesecake to go. "Oh, great!" Miranda said as the waitress left, "I suppose I get to eat it in the car with a plastic fork now." Rob looked at Miranda and smiled. His passion for her was running on high. The wanting and needing could no longer be denied. The bill came quickly and a small box placed on the table. After paying for their meal, he took the dessert box in one hand and Miranda's hand in the other and took them both out of the restaurant. Miranda sat with the little box of cheesecake on her lap, staring out the window and smiling. It had been a long time since she had felt this happy, and, remarkably, she was still very horny. She looked over at Rob, who was busy driving and looking up and down the street. He found his destination and pulled over into a parking spot. Smiling at her, he jumped out of the car and practically ran into the convenience store. Miranda laughed to herself, closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest and drifted off. When Rob returned to the car, he smiled at the sleeping lady in his passenger seat. Quietly, he opened the back of the controller and spotted the Double "A" batteries and then searched the bag for the proper size. He had realized when he got into the store that he had no idea what size batteries it took, so he had bought 5 packages of different batteries just to make sure. He popped out the dead batteries and inserted the new ones. After tossing the old ones into the backseat, he started the car and headed down the street. Half an hour later, he eased the car up his long driveway and followed it around to the back of his house. He loved this house just for the fact of the privacy it offered. His neighbors were about a mile away on each side and were hardly ever seen. He parked under the big shade tree that stood beside his driveway. After turning off the car, he turned sideways in his seat and rubbed the controller with his thumb. Was it really fair to wake her up when she was sleeping so soundly? Her long eyelashes lay softly against her cheeks and for once there were no sarcastic comments coming out of those beautiful lips. Could he be so mean as to wake her up? He grinned and turned the dial. Miranda's eyes shot open as a very strong vibration roared against her clit. She jumped and knocked the box off her lap. Looking over at Rob, she tried to figure out where she was and then she noticed his house. He had brought her here a few times and they had had a wonderful lunch and a swim. She had hoped that they would have had a little more than that, but it had never happened. Rob got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. He held out his hand and she took it, stepping out of the car onto shaky legs. He closed the door and then pressed her against the car. With his hands on the back of her head, he kissed her passionately. Miranda moaned and leaned against him. She pushed her hands up under his suit jacket and scratched down his back. Their breathing became faster as their lips and tongues explored the others. Rob pulled away, "Miranda…" Miranda smiled at him. "Yes?" His hands reached to her blouse and started undoing her buttons. She watched him and squeezed her thighs together. Her clit was starting to get a little sore from all the vibration, and she told him so as he slid her blouse down her arms. "We can't have that," he said and he reached into his pocket and turned the dial off. He held out his hand and slowly dragged a finger down her chest to the front clasp on her bra. With one hand, he snapped it open and let the cups fall to the side. He took both breasts in his hands and rubbed her hard nipples with his thumbs. As he gently rubbed them, he leaned over and kissed Miranda's parted lips, his tongue invading her mouth. Miranda moaned against his mouth as his hands massaged her breasts. His thumbs felt hot against her nipples as he gently circled them. Rob pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her nose and then her forehead. His hands moved from her breasts, picking up the straps of her bra and pulling it down her arms. He tossed it into the car with her blouse as his lips moved down her neck. His hands moved down her back and undid the button and zipper of her skirt. As he kissed her shoulder, he started pushing her skirt down over her hips, sticking his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushing them down too. Miranda stood very still, feel her clothing moving over her hips and down her thighs. She could feel the wetness from her panties against her skin as Rob pulled them down. His mouth was kissing down her chest; over her breasts and then down her stomach as he dropped her skirt around her ankles. She lifted each foot out of her skirt and he picked it and her panties up and tossed them into the car window. Miranda stepped out of her shoes onto the warm pavement. Rob kneeled in front of her and ran one finger up between her wet lips. Miranda shivered under his touch as his finger moved between her lips and up to the cylinder. Using his other hand, he opened her lips and gently slid his finger under the suction cup and pulled it off. Her clit was swollen and wet, and he had to control himself from running his tongue over it. He stuffed the cylinder in his pocket and stood up. His eyes moving appreciatively down her body before he looked up and smiled at her. He pulled off his jacket and tie and tossed them with her clothes. His cock was hard against his pants and he wasn't sure how much more it could take, but he was about to find out. He took her hand and led her to the hood of the car. "You want me to lay on the hood of the car?" she questioned, feeling very sexy about being naked and outside. "Uhhh, actually I want you to crawl up the hood of the car and keep going until I tell you to stop." "Well, you are the Master," she said grinning and crawled up onto the hood of the car. On her hands and knees, she slowly crawled up. Rob watched her move like a cat and felt himself getting more turned on by the second. That's what Miranda was: a vicious cat when attacked, and a playful kitten when stroked the right way. She moved her hands up the windshield and when they hit the roof Rob told her to stop. She could see the flowers in his backyard and the clear blue water in his swimming pool. "Nice view," she commented. Rob crawled up onto the car and flipped over onto his back and pushed himself up. When his head hit her feet, he grabbed her ankles and moved them apart as he slid up further. Miranda spread her knees apart and watched as Rob's head appeared from between them. "I agree," he said, "very nice view." He put his hands on her inner thighs and pushed them out slowly, watching as Miranda's pussy lowered onto his face. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her right down until her open pussy was pressed hard against his mouth. His tongue licked in long strokes, tasting her sweetness as it moved back and forth. Miranda moaned and pushed herself down. Her breasts were pressed hard against the windshield as she started to rock against Rob's mouth. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue lapped at her juices. She felt her pussy contracting as he pushed his tongue inside her and started fucking her fast and furious. The last things she had been fucked with were her fingers, and that seemed like so long ago. His tongue was hot and hard as it drove in and out of her. Rob could feel her juices running down his face as he fucked her with his tongue. Her body was shuddering as her pussy tried to contract around his tongue. He released one of her thighs and brought his hand up between her legs. With two fingers together, he removed his tongue and shoved them into her in one steady motion. Miranda moaned as her cunt clenched his fingers and held them. He moved his mouth, sucking one of her smooth pussy lips into it and pulling down on it as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of her. He loved the sounds of her whimper as he removed his fingers. She continued to whimper until he drove them back into her. Miranda sighed and moaned, moving up and down against Rob's fingers as they fucked her faster. His tongue snaked up between her lips until it made contact with her clit. Rob fastened his lips around it and sucked in; pulling her clit deep into his mouth as his fingers hammered into her pussy. "Oh, God!" he heard her say, just before her legs started to tighten against him. She pushed her pussy down hard onto his face and stopped moving for only a second and then her whole body shook. Rob slammed his fingers into her one more time and then could no longer move them as her pussy clenched them tight. He wiggled his fingers and Miranda screamed as she came. Her pussy released his fingers and he pulled them out slowly and positioned his mouth in just the right spot. A flood of cream ran against his lips and down his cheeks as he pushed his tongue into her and sucked happily. His hands massaged her ass cheeks as her body slowly relaxed again. Miranda slid back a little and looked down at Rob. His face was shiny with her juices and she smiled at him. She was starting to think that the 2 months without sex was worth it, after today and what the night promised. Rob smiled back and slid out from between her legs. He moved off the car and told her to stay where she was. He wanted to fuck her so badly. He needed to fuck her; but where? He didn't want to take her to bed; it had to be some place that they both would remember along with the rest of the day, a day of "first times" for both of them. He looked at her looking at him and smiled, trying to pretend like he knew what he was doing. Miranda looked at Rob and tried to figure out what he was doing. Her body was aching for him, and he appeared to be checking out the scenery. "Uhhh, Rob?" He started unbuttoning his shirt, "Yes?" "Are you coming back up here, or am I your new hood ornament?" Rob looked at her; okay, back up there it was! Her hands were still on the roof of the car, her breasts hanging down with erect nipples. He finished undoing his buttons and pulled his shirt off as his eyes scanned down her body. She was so beautiful and he smiled as she wiggled her ass and smiled back at him. Quickly, he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and disposed of his pants and briefs. He could almost hear his cock sigh when he finally released it. "I think I'd get into way too many traffic accidents if you were to become my hood ornament," he comment finally as he crawled back onto the hood of the car. His hands reached for Miranda's ass, and as he slid them up her back he heard her moan softly. He kissed her back as his body moved onto hers. Kissing across her shoulders and to the back of her neck, his cock moved between her legs and brushed against her wet pussy. Miranda whimpered and pushed back, hoping to push Rob's cock into her. Instead it slid between her lips and rubbed against her clit. "Impatient, aren't we?" he whispered into her ear as he placed one hand on the windshield and moved the other one under her and cupped her breast. He trapped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged on it gently before pulling it out, stretching it as she moaned and tossed her head back. He started moving his hips back and forth, feeling her wetness drizzling against his cock. "Do you know how long I've dreamed of making love to you, Miranda?" he whispered into her ear as he pulled on her nipple again. "Oh, God," she moaned as cock moved harder between her lips, "Uhhh, how about 210 days, 9 hours, 18 minutes and 12 seconds?" "Close," he said as he released her nipple and moved his hand down her stomach until it reached her pussy. He slipped a finger between her lips and rubbed her clit, feeling his cock move against his finger with each forward thrust. Miranda kept moaning and pushing back, growing very impatient. "Damn it, Rob, just fuck me," she growled and slammed back against his hard cock. "Yes, Ma'am," he said, sitting back on his knees and looking down at the lovely vision in front of him. Holding his cock, he rubbed it back and forth, through her pussy and up to her ass and then back down again. His swollen cock was wet and shiny with her juices. Miranda leaned down until her breasts were flattened against the windshield and her ass sticking out at Rob. With one hand on his cock, he moved the throbbing head down and entered her slowly while his other hand rubbed her ass cheek. Immediately he felt her pussy contract around his cock. Her pussy was so warm and wet, inviting him in further. With his hands on her hips, he held her tight as he moved his hips forward quickly, driving his cock into her in one movement. Miranda groaned and Rob closed his eyes, feeling the tightness of her pussy enveloping his cock. Rob guided her hips back and forth as he drove his cock into her, harder and faster with each stroke. He pulled his cock almost right out and then rammed it back into her as the sounds of their combined moans, whimpers, and bodies slapping against each other filled the air. "Oh, God, yes!" Miranda screamed as she slammed herself back against him. His thick cock kept filling her deeper and deeper. Her fingernails scratched against the roof of his car as he pounded into her. "More," she whimpered as she stretched out her arms and locked them, pushing herself back hard against him. Rob released her hips and slid his hands up her sides as he leaned his body down onto hers. His hands moved under her body and each grabbed a breast and began pulling on a nipple as his mouth moved to her neck and started sucking. He sucked up her neck to her earlobe as his fingers pulled hard on her nipples and his cock hammered into her. Miranda tossed her head back and let out a loud growl as her body tensed. Rob felt his cock clamped tight inside of her cunt and he knew she was about to explode. He pulled back and slowly pushed himself back into her, once, twice, a third time before she slammed herself back onto him, turned her head, and screamed into his ear. He buried his face into her neck as he finally let himself go. After several short thrusts he moaned loudly, bit into her neck, and came inside her. His cock twitched and jumped as her pussy contracted around it. For several moments they stayed like that. Their bodies continued to move slowly as Rob nuzzled her neck, moving his hands onto the windshield to relieve her of his weight. Miranda leaned her head against the roof of the car and tried to catch her breath as she felt warm liquid running down her thighs. Rob pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of her. He turned around and dropped down onto his back and reached up, pulling her down with him. The hood creaked and moaned under their weight. It had probably been doing that all along, but neither had noticed. Miranda curled up on her side and put her head on his chest, listening to his heart pounding wildly. He stroked her hair, looking up at the sky as dusk started to set in. He moved his arm and checked his watch, frowning. "I guess you've made parole," he whispered, his fingers moving softly through her hair. Miranda lifted her head from his chest, "What if I don't want parole?" Rob laughed, "Then I guess you'll just have to do the crime so you can do the time." "Crime, huh? If that means losing more at poker then I suppose... Oh shit!" "What?" "Tonight is Friday night!" "Yah, that usually follows the actual day of Friday," Rob said. Miranda slapped his chest playfully. "It's poker night and it's at my apartment this week! Damn, I forgot all about it. Do you know what this means?" "Uhhh, I should buy more batteries?" Miranda sat up and started sliding off the hood, "No, it means that you and I have to get dressed, go to the grocery store and pick up munchies, and get back to my place in less than an hour." Rob sighed and got off the hood and grabbed his clothes. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and headed for the house. "Where are you going?" Miranda said as she zipped up the back of her skirt. She didn't bother putting her panties back on, she just shoved them in her purse. Rob unlocked the back door and smiled at her. "To pack an overnight bag," he said and disappeared into the house. ~~~ "Who the hell dealt this?" Katie asked, tossing her cards onto the table. "Miranda did," Matt said as he tossed his cards in front of him. Miranda smiled at Matt and was really glad to see him actually out and associating with other people. This was the third time he had joined in on their poker game, although he only agreed to play when it was at Miranda's place. She was still waiting for him to ask where his device was and she hoped that he had forgotten about it for the time being as she had some plans for it after the poker crowd left. Miranda looked down at her cards and grinned. This was it; this was the hand that would blow Rob right out of the water. She eyed the piece of paper and pen sitting on the table beside her and then looked across the table at him. He nonchalantly placed his cards face down on the table and looked over at her, smiling as he reached for the peanuts. "So what's it gonna be, Sexy?" he asked as he popped a nut into his mouth. "You're bluffing," she said as she tossed two chips into the huge pile in the center of the table. "I'm calling you out, Mr. Bluffer." "Think so, huh?" Rob peeked at his cards and smiled. He had absolutely nothing in his hand and would lose for sure, but could he really consider it losing? "Yup, you lawyer types are always bluffing. Show me what ya got, Counselor." "Again? In front of all of these people?" Rob let out an exaggerated gasp. "I knew it!" Jessie practically yelled. "I knew you fucked him!" "Thank you, Miss Tactful '98," Miranda said to Jessie. Jessie shrugged and just gave her that "I told you so" look as Katie whistled and Matt just about choked on his potato chip. "Side bet?" she asked, picking up the pen and sliding the blank piece of paper in front of her. "On these cards?" he asked, raising a brow. "No doubt about it, Baby. What is it you want from me?" "You dictate and I'll write; I believe that's how it goes," she said. Rob cleared his throat. "Okay, let's see. I, Robert James, being of sound mind and very recently worn-out body, do solemnly swear to take you, Miranda Robertson, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold..." Miranda's head shot up when she realized what she was writing. "Something wrong?" he asked, looking concerned at her shocked expression. "Did you just ask me to marry you?" "I dunno, read that back to me," he said, trying not to smile. Miranda tossed the pen on the table and stood up as Rob did the same. They met in the middle and wrapped their arms around each other. Rob bent down and kissed her softly. He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head back and fell into her deep blue eyes. "Will you marry me, Miranda?" "Do you promise to love me?" "Yes." "Respect me?" "Yes." "Keep me in sickness and in health?" "Yes." "Never run out of Double "A" batteries?" Rob laughed. "Yes, I do." "Then yes, I do too!" Matt was the first to speak up. "Hey! Speaking of batteries Miranda...." Rob and Miranda both looked at Matt and said "NO!" and then Rob picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, leaving Katie, Matt and Jessie there staring at each other. "I guess the game is over," Matt said, standing and heading to the door. "I guess so," said Katie. "Do you want to go out and grab something to eat?" Matt gulped and looked at Katie. She really was very pretty, for a girl, although she wasn't much of a poker player. He wasn't sure what to do. Although the idea kind of scared him, he really did want to go. Miranda would know what to do, but he didn't think she was open for questions right now. "Sure," he heard himself saying. Katie smiled and headed out the door and Matt followed her. Jessie sat at the table. She looked towards Miranda's bedroom door and then at the front door. Sighing, she pulled herself out of the chair, picked up her purse and headed to the door. "Everyone but me is getting lucky tonight," she mumbled to herself. She paused at the door and looked down onto the table and saw a little black box and some kind of a pink cylinder thing. She picked up them both and turned the dial on the controller. Immediately the cylinder started to vibrate hard in her hand. She jumped and then rolled it around in her hand, her mind wandering. Smiling, she stuffed them both into her pocket and quietly closed the door behind her as she hummed The Beach Boys song, "Good Vibrations." ------- Copyright ©1998 Miss Behavin`. All rights reserved. No permission is granted for reproduction in any manner. Remove the 'no spam' in the email address to reach out and touch me :) missb@nospan.missbehavin.pair.com http://MissBehavin.pair.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----