Green Lights for Good Girls

Zoe pulled the glass from her lips and set it down on the counter, her eyes not leaving the little green dot.

She moved her fingers to press the button, but hesitated. The colour of the light was different, but she had no context to what that meant – She presumed the tracker had registered that she’d finished her run, that she’d press it and get some fanfare, or points – she expected the voice to speak to her, give her a completion time or some other useful information.

Zoe hit the button.

What she didn’t expect, was to orgasm.

Immediately.

Hard.

“Good girl!” The voice from the speaker cooed – but the red-head was far too lost in the shock of what was happening to her to care.

There was no build up, no warning, no rushing wave of pleasure accelerating to a crescendo – there was just pleasure. Intense, as though she had just blacked out and woken at the very peak of the strongest orgasm of her life.

Zoe floundered – her hips recoiling backwards, legs collapsing under her instantly, running shoes squeaking on the kitchen tile, struggling for purchase as her already breathless voice moaned out in guttural shock and pleasure. She gasped desperately for air, her hands flying out to the counter behind her to try to catch herself as her hips bucked, her knees buckling. She felt the muscles in her core contract, her pussy throb – she didn’t really even have time to catch her breath or cry out, the absolute ecstasy being ripped from her body violently.

The shock was too much, exhausted, Zoe slid her back down the kitchen cabinet until she found herself sat on the kitchen floor, trembling, her body quaking with waves of orgasmic after-shocks. A blushing pink stupor, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her cheeks red, chest heaving, hands shaking.

“Ohmygodohmgodohmygod…” Zoe’s cries formed gasping words, crashing into each other as she tried to understand what had just happened to her.

Instinctively she licked her lips and mewled – the air tasted sweet, her mouth tasted sweet, like sugar.

She had never experienced pleasure like it before in her life.

From her wrist the voice chirped, but Zoe could barely hear it, let alone focus on what it was saying,

“Required Distance completed in 49 Minutes, 27 Seconds – a new standard has been set!”

With that, the little light went out.

Zoe didn’t know how long she spent dazed and confused on the kitchen floor, her legs sprawled out before her – struggling between trying not to pass out, and trying not to have a panic attack.

The thing on her wrist had just made her cum. It had made her cum harder and more intensely than any sexual partner, any toy, or her own fingers had ever managed, at any point, in her entire life. It had, apparently, done so without pleasuring her, without warning, and without any build up.

The redhead licked the strange sweetness on her lips again, and glanced down at the thing on her wrist.

Worried, and with trembling hands, she managed to squeeze a finger back under the strap, and under the face, running it all around inside the strap looking for a needle it had **** her with or some other explanation as to what it had just done to her. But she found nothing.

That was the reward?

Zoe shivered from the shock of it, her body ached from the run, but the orgasm had wiped her out.

It took her several attempts to pull herself back to her feet using the counter edges, her shoes squeaking and legs slipping like a new born deer. Zoe grabbed her glass, gulping down the rest, refilled it, and drank that too. Her tired mind trying to race and recoil at the same time.

She glanced at the tracker over and over – now in awe of what it had just done – it both scared and excited her. The light had gone out, but Zoe was now terrified to press the button again – what if it did that to her again?

She kicked out of her running shoes, leaving them on the kitchen floor, as she tentatively made her way back upstairs.

She needed another shower – this time, a cold one.