Doing New York

The agent, or agents, running the intelligence operation were invisible to us. They provided instructions, cash, credit cards, tickets to a show, plenty of time to shop, and this wonderful suite at a spa hotel in New York near Fifth Avenue. 

We wasted no time in letting anyone who might be watching know that we had arrived. We made our entrance, stopping to kiss in the center of the grand lobby. When we ordered room service, I allowed my robe to open as the server delivered the food cart in our room, then Erica appeared totally nude from the shower, feigning surprise when seeing staff in the room. In fact. Erica had already managed to seduce Max, from the hotel’s front desk staff. It was very probable that stories had already circulated throughout the hotel staff, if not guests as well. But the real target was Peter, a man we would meet at a dinner planned for the following night.

Sophia is Erica’s real name. We met while being recruited for intelligence work. I introduced myself as Jennifer and that fake name was now my character’s name. It turns out we like being watched and made the most out of being under surveillance at all times  while being recruited. It wasn’t planned, just sort of a discovery. Now here we were, two young agents in training, in the middle of some sort of operation where unseen agents were exploiting our exhibitionism. Erica and I would stay in character for the entire operation.

I suspected that Max was either on the agency’s payroll or at least aware that we were part of a clandestine team. He was discreet, extra attentive to our needs, and always available. His romp in our room with Erica seemed more like the seduction of an innocent than the workings of someone who was prone to frequent trysts. When I called him to arrange a car it was as though nothing had happened. He was there in the lobby to show Erica and I to the car and see us off. All very proper.

The car was ours for the rest of the afternoon and evening. There was an open bottle of champagne, crystal flutes, and even some cheese with crackers. We poured ourselves a glass after giving our driver the name of the first shop where we had scheduled a fitting.

“If I were to fall for a woman, she would be someone like you.” Erica sipped her champagne watching for my reaction.

“That’s sweet, Erica, but you already fell for me. We’re inseparable.”

“I know, I know…but Sophia likes men. Or maybe she just likes dick.”

“Who cares about what she likes? This is about us. All I want to do is make you happy. If you want a man, like she does, that’s fine with me.”

“Tomorrow night, for me, might be a challenge. Who knows what will happen? If I there is an opening, would I fuck him?”

“More like should you?”

We finished one glass and poured a second.

“I can’t get it out of my mind,” I continued.

“What do you mean?”

“I do have this exhibitionist side. Maybe we all do, but straight up doing it for the sake of a man’s pleasure is something else. It’s usually for my own pleasure, or like with you and me, it’s for us together.”

Erica thought for a moment then shrugged. “You need a good fucking, Jen. You have to let me use my strappy on you. Hey, maybe I could use it on him, too!“

We laughed and raised our flutes in a toast.

“To fucking him in the ass!” 

I doubted either of us would actually go that far. We had been warned to avoid physical contact with Peter, our target for this mission. Now we were joking about initiating it.

Our conversation was interrupted by the driver, who let us know we had arrived at the shop. He asked that we text him about 15 minutes before we wanted to leave and he would pick us up at the same spot. 

With the support of extraordinary staff, we both made it through the process of finding the right look for the dinner with Peter the following night. We were assured that our dresses would be delivered to our suite before noon the following day. We texted our driver and called to cancel our second fitting. Neither of us had been through anything quite like that before, being constantly the center of attention with the ability to chose between this fabric or another. It was overwhelming, but the free flowing champagne helped. Now it was time to have a some fun.

On the way to dinner In the car, Erica says “I have a surprise for you.”

I’ll never forget that moment, the excitement in her voice and the sweet, innocent expression like a child at Christmas. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small, pink sex toy. 

“Ever try one of these?“ she asked.

I hadn’t and told her that I had always wanted to try it. 

“Tonight’s the night. I have this synched to my phone, but there’s more.” She pulled another of the smooth, c-shaped silicone toys from her purse. “I want you to synch mine to your phone.” 

Her smile changed in a flash from innocent to wicked. Erica showed me how to turn the toy on and change the vibration settings, then we synched the phones. Then I asked her how to wear it. 

Panties down, the small end inserted with the larger part up over my clit. I did as she said, then pulled my panties back up with the toy felling snug against my puss. 

She touched the spot on her phone that signaled my vibe to turn itself on. There was her look again, a mix of anticipation and evil grin, variations of which I was sure I would see repeated all night. The vibe came to life and even though I knew it was about to happen it still made me jump, then I sort of giggled. 

“Oh, this could be dangerous!” I had a strange feeling as the vibrations started to pulse and then grew stronger, a feeling that I wasn’t in control.

“Only if you want it to be, sweetie. If you ever want it to stop, just say so…like a safe word.”

“This is kinky. I have never needed a safe word. You’ll need…ooooh…” I giggled again. The vibrator was starting to make me tingle all over. 

“Need a break?“

“Mmm. Yes…no, but yeah.”

She pushed the off button on the phone app. “Hey, how about ‘lipstick’ for a safe word?”

“Ok. And what about a word to ask for more?”

“That’s my girl. We’ll say ‘spicy’ when we want more.”

“Ok, you need to put yours in. How long does it go on one charge?”

“Two hours. Think we’ll need that much?”

“Let’s find out.”

I watched as she lifted her dress and expertly inserted her vibe. With my cellphone in hand, I used the app to bring it to life. She instantly twitched and smiled at me.”

“Lipstick. I want to save it for later.”

We arrived at the restaurant and took our seats. The decor was modern and sparse. Our table was near the middle of a well lit room. I kept the vibe app open on my phone and as soon as the server came to our table I clicked it on. 

Erica squirmed in her seat, then asked, “do you have anything spicy, on the menu?”

I increased the power on her vibe and changed it to a rapid pulsing setting. The sound  was imperceptible in the noise of the crowded room. It was my turn.

“We both like spicy food.” I felt my vibe humming against my clit.

“Mmm, everything feels…um sounds so delicious,” Erica said with a noticeable quiver.

“Could we start with some, ooooh….excuse me.   Some cham… ummm…champagne?”

The server, with a quizzical look, suggested a champagne by the glass.

“Ohh, god, no…lipstick, think I need something…” the vibe stopped and I caught my breath…”I mean a whole bottle. Dom Perignon or something similar, please.

“Of course.” He turned to leave. He had to know what Erica and I were doing. This was New York. He had probably seen it all before.

Erica just looked at me and said “Spicy.”

At the highest setting, I could make out the pulsing sound coming from Erica’s vibe. I was so turned on watching her as her orgasm swept over her while sitting across from me. I wanted so much to finger myself while watching her, but just put my hand on hers across the table and held it, feeling her warmth and slight trembling. It was so hot. I knew there would be more for both of us.

She went to the bathroom and I watched her walk across the room. I was already a mess, and I knew she was, too. I hadn’t thought to bring extra panties. I should have, but why bother at this point? I texted Erica one word…spicy. My first orgasm was exquisite, pairing nicely with my grouper meunière.

By the time we arrived at the theater, I had reached a sort of equilibrium. I was fairly certain that the wetness, after two stops in the restaurant bathroom and some touch up work in the backseat of our car, was contained. No wet spots on my dress, yet. But what an unforgettable dinner!

We were directed by the ushers to our seats. The hum of the gathering audience just reminded me of the hum between my legs. It was totally lost in the mix until the lights went down and It got quiet. I could clearly hear it. A woman sitting in the row ahead of me and the person sitting on my left were clearly trying to identify the source of the buzzing noise. Then Erica initiated a fast pulsing setting with her phone for all to see, and hear. 

I must have turned red in embarrassment, but it didn’t matter. At that moment, the show kicked off with a raucous cabaret number. The show was set in Berlin and focused on a young, hedonistic cohort caught up in the city’s nightlife. Somehow, Erica and I managed to edge each other through the end, then went to full power during the ovation, sending each other over the top. 

We texted our driver and stood at the curb waiting for him. I didn’t care any longer that there might be a wet spot anywhere on my dress. 

“I think we’re ready for whatever happens with Peter tomorrow night.”

“Jen Jen, we need to get you comfortable with the leather gear.”

“You proved tonight that half of the fun is being surprised by you. So maybe learning from you while Peter watches?”

Part 4, “Showing the Way”, coming soon.