AR Returns Ch51

Mary does what she feels is conservative and dignified, going with an attachment that just provides a soft ridge to sit on with a bump, rather than anything penetrative. She cleans, disinfects, attaches cables, and fiddles with the remote. It’s a lot of work, and she barely notices what’s happening on the laptop screen, although the noises coming from Jess subtly give her a sense of urgency.

It’s set up. She gets to her feet and unzips her dress, then takes it off. She doesn’t have to be naked for this, although she is done wearing a bra for today, so she unhooks that and tosses it on the bed. Mary straightens her panties and gingerly lowers herself onto the machine, situating herself. It’s a little weird, but nothing crazy.

“OK,” she mutters, picking up the remote and considering the buttons and dials. “Let’s see here.”

Jess’s whimpers come clearly from the laptop. Mary will check on what’s going on over there when she makes this thing work. It had better be worth it, but she doesn’t see how a big clunky machine can improve on the peerless efficacy of a back massager with fresh batteries in it. She’s also going to have to think about where she’s going to store this thing.

Later. She flips a switch and gently turns the dial.

The attachment underneath her comes softly to life. She blinks a few times and bites her lip. OK. That feels nice.

“Mmm,” she says appreciatively, moving her hips a little. “OK.” Redder and redder, now with a little more enthusiasm, she bites her thumb and considers the dials a second time.

AR Returns

“So it’s like… if it’s late enough in the day, you can smell it. I mean, you can always see it. Just this fat package. But if you’re like almost at closing time, it’s got that smell.”

“That smell?” Kayla lies on her back on the sofa, idly kicking her feet in the air with her phone to her ear.

“I don’t know. That horny, sweaty dick smell. You never did a quickie with Tyler after gym class?”

“Ew.”

“Well, it’s just fucking insane. I was so wet. I was dying.”

“Please don’t fuck up my sister’s relationship,” Kayla says tiredly. She also wants to ask Stacy to stop talking about how hot Riley’s girlfriend is. “Also, how are you affording personal training?” Stacy works at Hornie County Animal Shelter. She makes like fifteen dollars an hour.

“Secret! She’s professional, though. I am so slutty around her and she’s not doing it.” Stacy sounds bitter.

“She doesn’t flirt back at all?”

“Only a little. Like, she’s obviously not going to fuck me.”

“Since when are you so gay?” Kayla asks irritably.

Before Stacy can answer, there’s a squawk and a thud from upstairs that shakes dust from the ceiling.

Kayla frowns, sitting up. She absently ends the call and gets to her feet, heading for the stairs.