‘Waterproof, shockproof, anti-boring…’ That’s how my cell phone is advertised.
The thin and short cell phone as a necklace hanging in front of the chest, in addition to the convenience of both cool and cool, really should be thanked to think of this “short brother” guy, if not for him, I would not be so happy today.
A few bells ago, I was getting ready to go out because today was my date day with him. It’s just one day a week, but it’s a day that I can look forward to and look back on with no stint, having spent the other six days looking forward to it.
No need to bother picking, of course, to wear his favorite underwear: purple, wavy lace edges, with cut-out rose pattern. The bra was a demi-cup, front clasp style with removable straps. The cups are just slightly over the tips of the breasts, but they don’t cover the upper part of the areola. My favorite thing about the bra is that it has smart memory wire built in. It always remembers the curves of my breasts, and by concentrating and lifting them up, it makes my breasts firmer and my cleavage deeper.
The matching panties are just like my cell phone, light, thin, short, and small, often giving me the illusion that I’m not wearing underwear. Its front crotch is an inverted triangle with sharp top corners, and the ischial lines run from either side of the crotch bone, gathering down the curve of the thighs. The back hip extends upward but is nothing more than a line buried in the flesh of the buttocks, which seems to have no concealing function other than connecting to the waistline.
With the thin fabric and the cut-out pattern, the tangled body hair is not only countable, but even exposed. But he sympathized and said it was more natural and sexy, and didn’t want me to trim the messy body hair.
I like to wear it in front of the floor length mirror to look at myself; but, really, I wouldn’t wear it on a normal day! I only wear it for him, I love to see him staring at it with such fascination; I haven’t even let my husband see me in this lingerie, maybe he’s just as fascinated, but I always think he has the right to be.
I also chose that loose goose-yellow sweater with the mini black leather skirt that made me look both elegant and playful. He always liked to stick his hand up my dress in a dark movie theater like no one was watching, and the wide dress and short skirt should be easier and less noticeable.
Everything was ready, just waiting for the cell phone to ring and his voice to come: ‘I’ll be waiting for you at the supermarket on the corner…’
As the minutes ticked by, I got a little sullen and turned my cell phone up to maximum ringer and vibration, hanging it from my chest. So that when he called, I would know right away, and I would be able to answer before the first ring stopped. I didn’t want to keep him… or me waiting a second longer.
I answered the phone without hesitation, delighted by the sudden ringing and vibration. But the familiar voice said, “I’m… sorry! My wife insisted that I accompany her today… I can’t make it… Oh! My wife is coming… I’ll call you later… Bye… Beep… Beep…”
I really don’t know if I should cry or not. I can understand this dysfunctional relationship I have with him, and it was only a matter of time before this happened today, I just didn’t really want to think about it much and didn’t realize that avoiding the problem would result in being disoriented when I encountered it.
Time passed by. From the accidental meeting, the first cup of coffee with him, the first movie with him, the first time I was with him… it seems that I could not find such pain and helplessness in my memories as what I am experiencing now. But it was in this twist that I was reminded of the sinfulness of deception and indulgence in the process of pleasure, and I was reminded of the intangible harm that I might have done to my husband and his wife. I always knew full well that it was wrong behavior, but couldn’t repress that longing in my heart.
‘…’ The cell phone rang again, and I snapped out of my musings, and my subconscious reflex action was to pick up the call, but I suddenly paused and hesitated. I thought, maybe I should let him wait a little longer, since he had let me down; maybe I should take the initiative to reject him once in a while, so that he wouldn’t think that I was too loose; maybe I should whet his appetite, so as to try to find out if he really cared about me; or maybe I could compare the patience with which he waited to answer the phone to the endurance that he showed in bed…
… three rings … five rings … eight rings … He was still waiting for me to answer the phone, which was so touching that I couldn’t bear to keep him waiting. However, I accidentally realized that when the phone vibrated against my breasts, it gave me a strange feeling. The constant vibration was like the gentle brush of his hand, which gave me an alluring feeling of knowing that the pearl was in the air and that it was the beginning of a passionate relationship.
I couldn’t help but gently add a little more force, pressing the phone against my breasts to make that vibrating stimulation more pronounced. I could clearly feel my breasts being driven to vibrate as well. I could tell for sure that the speed at which the machine was vibrating was soothing me to the core, something that flesh and blood couldn’t do for him in any way.
Wow! The phone ringing stopped at first, the vibration of course also stopped, I just feel that the things around me, as if also in a flash followed also stood still, frozen silence, a kind of emptiness, frustration, confusion, helplessness feeling suddenly floated to the heart.
Time passed by. I blamed him for not waiting a little longer, letting the phone ring a few more times; or maybe it would be better if he dialed again. I thought of all the reasons why he couldn’t dial again, and fantasized that maybe the next second, my phone would ring again. Vaguely I felt as if I was no longer expecting him to call; all I cared about was that the phone was moving again.
Time one minute past, or no movement, I am impatient impatient unconsciously look. Suddenly, I glimpsed the phone on the tea beside me, immediately an idea flashed through my mind, I turned off the ringer of the cell phone, retained the vibration function of the incoming call, locked the keys, and then picked up the home phone, dialed a familiar set of numbers, and then put the microphone aside.
Just as I was sitting down, my cell phone began to vibrate as well, but I didn’t answer it, and I put it through my collar and into my shirt. The cold cell phone seemed to jiggle more intensely with excitement, and occasionally slid playfully over the tips of my slightly swollen breasts, teasing me witlessly. I felt a fire igniting inside me, causing my body temperature to rise steadily, while my mouth went dry, my heartbeat increased, my breathing quickened… I removed my sweater in an attempt to dissipate the heat from my hot skin, and also to grab the cell phone that was running rampant on my breasts. I gently pressed the cold body against my nipples, and the monotonous vibrations were even more mesmerizing than his rubbing, kneading, pinching and flicking….
I maneuvered the phone’s position on my body, closing my eyes and imagining that it was kissing my lips, my cheeks, rubbing my breasts, rubbing my belly, my thighs… I may have moaned; I may not have moaned.
I felt a stirring under my belly, and I knew that my crotch would start to get wet, and it would wet my panties, and it would stick uncomfortably. But I was reluctant to stop for a moment to make preparations to clean and wipe, and anyway, he couldn’t see today, so it didn’t matter if I got dirty.
I tried again, placing the phone between my breasts and squeezing them inward with each hand, as if I had once clamped down on his lifeblood.
‘Whoo!’ How could his twitching compare to this flesh-hugging vibration. The vibration of the cell phone seemed to be stimulating every nerve, every nipple line in my breasts, making them feel as if they were expanding endlessly, swollen to the point of numbness and suffocation.
I knew that the wetness in my crotch had penetrated my panties, milked my buttocks and skirt, and was continuing to spread without stopping.
An impulse of curiosity, taste, and thirst made me move my cell phone towards my belly. As the irresistible vibrations drew closer, a torrent of hot water ran through my body like a bursting levee.
I think my little panties are as wet as if they were soaking in water. I think that even if my cell phone wasn’t waterproof or mudproof, I wouldn’t hesitate to hold it close to my wet crotch.
‘Whoo!’ The buttons on the phone functioned as they should now in due course, the slightly concave and convex surface sliding over the sensitive area; the stimulation was so intense that one could hardly help but shudder along with it.
I tugged and lifted my tiny panties aside, leaving the phone unobstructed to touch the most private of female places.
I rotated the phone, enjoying the different pleasures that each angle of the body produced at different parts of the contact.
I don’t think the cell phone would care if it was wet and sticky if it knew what it was doing; it would also feel excited, impulsive and happy.
Perhaps the enviable cell phone is still eager to probe into the mysterious honey hole and find out what’s going on!
‘No! There’s no way you can fit in there…’ I communicated with the phone in a mocking, soothing manner; but I also acquiesced by letting the bottom of the phone, the curved corners of the phone, press against the opening of my pussy. The phone vibrated more intensely as if it couldn’t get in.
‘Ahh!’ I angled the phone against my lower body, letting its right angle fill the obstruction at the mouth of my honey hole, and wiggled it gently from side to side. I knew it had gone in a little, the energy of its vibrations, traveling down the walls of my vagina, rushing to the top of my head, and then through the nerve endings telling every cell in my body about this mesmerizing taste.
Maybe, even if I tried as hard as I could to push up and twist, I couldn’t get the phone any deeper, but I still wiggled obliviously.
Gradually, the churning under my belly became more pronounced and intense, and I felt as if my body had synchronized itself with the speed of the phone’s vibrations; I felt as if the phone and I had fused to become one.
And then… maybe… I screamed out in a frenzy… maybe… I shoved my cell phone inside me… maybe… I don’t remember… I really don’t remember…
All I know is that as I slowly regained consciousness, I caught a glimpse of my phone, which had fallen to the floor and seemed to be shaking with intent, but I couldn’t spare the slightest bit of energy to turn it off.
‘Waterproof, shockproof, anti-boring…’ Whoever said that advertisements are all lies!