Try out the vibrator (if you bought one).

You take the package you retrieved earlier from the mailbox and look at it with curiosity. It would be nice to "relax" this way, no? And Dave isn't here, so...

You remember vividly how horny you were the last evenings. Tonight, your sex drive seems to have subsided a bit, but there's always a way to change that. You open the package and take the vibrator out of it's box. It has a light pink colour, the material feels soft and flexible to the touch. Some kind of rubber, you think. The toy emanates a light smell, but not at all unpleasent as one would expect. More like... flowers.

You turn it on, and it buzzes gentle in your hand. As you reach under your dress and press the buzzing thing to your panties, you gasp in surprise. The feeling is... intense! Despite the low speed, you feel turned on immediatly.

"Oh my, this could be interesting", you think, and turn the vibe up a notch. Your whole body reacts immediatly to the stronger setting, your skin tingles, you breathe heavily, and your whole lap feels burning. Your free hands wander to your breasts to squeeze and massage them. I should have bought a bigger one, you think, and immediatly are surprised about yourself. But that's exactly how this feels. Great. Intriguing. And it makes you wonder, how a real big, big toy would...

You let the vibe slide inside your panties and roam around there. The smell of flowers still hangs in the air, mingling with a fragrance of sex and lust. Your eyelids start to flutter, your eyes lose focus. This is amazing! Why did you never try this before?

One more notch. The buzzing turns into humming, and it only takes you a few seconds, until you feel a climax flooding you. You scream. You don't care if anyone can hear you. You try to ride the orgasm, moving the vibrator away from the most sensitive zone, but still roaming around the vicinity.

Then you switch it off.

You lie in the armchair, slumped and panting heavily. Your right hand still holds the toy and you hold it up to look at it. The tip and the shaft are glistening wet. No question where _that _moisture comes from.

You get up. Dave still hasn't returned. Oh, well. If he's not back by the time you are lying in bed, you will test this toy once more. And then maybe some more.

As you climb the stairs, you dimly remember that there was something you wanted to tell Dave. Something about a discovery. It was urgent, no? But you can't really recall. Can't have been that important then. Your fingers still hold the vibrator tight. THIS little fellow here is much, much more important than anything else.