Secret Public Vibrator Fun

My lover Erik bought me a remote controlled egg vibrator. We'd talked about getting one for a while, but it was mostly sexy fantasy talk. We'd muse how he could keep the remote on the music stand while he conducted the choir, and I would sit in my spot in the soprano section with the vibrator nestled in my panties, trying not to squirm and gasp when he activated it. It was a fun fantasy, but I didn't think he'd really buy one. Nobody knows about our affair, and we can't afford that kind of risk.

He handed me the package, and I took it out and turned it on in my hand. The remote and the vibrator were both sleek and smooth, a cheerful turquoise color, smaller than I'd pictured in my fantasy. "You really want to do this during choir practice?" I asked, watching the turquoise egg buzz in my palm. "It's really loud, isn't it?"  We agreed that while it probably wouldn't be detected over the singing, the other girls nearby would definitely hear it when the music stopped. But he insisted it would totally be safe to wear it to the bar afterward, where we and several other choir members always grab a beer before heading home. 

All during practice that evening, I couldn't concentrate. My nerves were buzzing as if the vibrator was already running inside me. I was so turned on, but so nervous too at the idea of what I was about to do. I'd never done anything so public and so dangerous before. I couldn't concentrate on the music at all, distracted by the anxious flutter in my chest and the insistent throb in my pussy.  Afterward, I parked my car far away from the others in the bar parking lot, and I stared at the little turquoise egg. Here goes nothing, I thought as I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped it into my panties. I'd never used this thing before -- I wasn't very experienced with vibrators in general, usually preferring to get off with just my fingers. I thought it might feel better nestled against my clit, but I wasn't sure it would stay in place that way, so I decided to put it inside myself. I was already so wet that it slid into my pussy with ease. Picking up the remote control, I pushed the button to do a quick test before the real thing. The egg buzzed to life within me, and I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan. I couldn't hear it much, but the vibrations lit up every nerve ending inside me. I squirmed in my driver's seat for a moment, enjoying the sensation, before turning the egg back off and heading inside. 

My choir friends had gathered in a large round booth in the corner of the noisy room. I slid into a spot between Erik and one of the girls from the soprano section, and I passed him the remote under the table. I scooted as far away from him as I dared -- not too close to the girl next to me, in case the vibrations were transmitted through the seat cushion, but not too close to Erik either so nobody picked up on our secret relationship. The waitress took our drink order, and then Erik pushed the button. Oh my god. It felt a million times better here in the bar than alone in my car. Maybe it was the angle I was sitting, maybe it was the thrill of doing something so dangerous and so naughty. Maybe it was my powerlessness, how my pleasure was now in his hands. I tried not to writhe where I sat, clutching my water glass and staring straight ahead as the vibrations rolled through my throbbing pussy. A quick glance at the girl next to me reassured me that she couldn't tell what was going on. Erik wasn't looking in my direction at all, pointedly turned toward the tenor sitting next to him, deep in conversation. I saw him reach into his pocket, and the egg turned off. I breathed a sigh of both relief and disappointment.

All throughout that evening, the egg in my pussy turned on and off unpredictably. I was so tense from expecting it that the sudden vibrations hit me even more powerfully every time they started. I think Erik was carefully timing it to catch me while I was about to take a drink, or in mid-conversation with the other people at the booth, just to enjoy watching me struggle to maintain my composure. At one point he nudged me and pointed to the bread plate. "Hey, can you cut me a slice?"  The vibration started again as I reached for the plate. I swallowed hard and focused on sawing my knife through the loaf with a shaking hand.  "Slap some butter on it too, if you don't mind."  I met his eyes and relished the look of arousal he had behind his careful poker face. He was loving this.

I tensed the muscles in my thighs and ass as the pleasure rippled through me. Then I focused all my willpower on my fine motor skills and buttered his bread. "Here," I said, tossing it in the direction of his bread plate.  The girl next to me was watching us carefully. Did she know what was going on? Or was she just weirded out that he asked me to slice and butter his bread for him? I couldn't even look at her. I knew my cheeks were flushing from the anxiety and the arousal. I stared directly across the table and tried to join in the conversation, all while tensing and releasing my muscles, feeling the pleasure within me build.  I desperately wished that Erik and I were alone in the booth, that I could slip a hand into my pants and rub my aching clit. I had to cum. I couldn't do it with just the vibrator. I kept tensing and releasing, trying not to visibly squirm as I rocked against the buzzing egg in my pussy. When I leaned forward to grab my water glass, suddenly the egg shifted and pressed against me at a slightly different angle. Oh my god, I thought, I'm gonna cum right here in this booth, right in front of everybody. I tensed my legs and lifted my knees just a bit as I leaned forward a little more. Erik must have pushed the button again and switched it to one of the other vibration patterns, because suddenly the buzzing seemed to double in speed and intensity. I grabbed my water glass with both hands and brought it up to block my face. The heat and wetness inside me grew as the pleasure built up to the breaking point. My pussy throbbed with the contractions, tightening around the buzzing egg, and I gasped into my water glass as the orgasm pounded through me.  As I came down from the climax, gently leaning back to lessen the intensity, I sighed deeply and put the glass down.  Erik looked over at me and gave a little smile. "You good?"

"Very," I managed.

"Need a break?"

"Please." 

The vibration stopped as he switched it off, leaving my nerves tingling, my pussy soaked with my juices and beginning to dampen my panties. I couldn't believe I'd just orgasmed in a bar booth with six other people around me. At home later that night, I took the vibrator to bed with me and fantasized about the events of the evening. Publicly cumming, my lover secretly manipulating me to orgasm, conducting my pleasure like the music in choir. I pressed it against my clit and rocked my way up to two more orgasms, this time giving in to my need to writhe and squirm and moan as the pleasure throbbed through my pussy.