“No, dammit this isn’t happening! The intense buzz of her vibrator had diminished to a slow click, click, click, and then nothing. Laine threw herself back on her pillow. The ceiling fan cooled the fine sheen of sweat covering her body. Just hours earlier she’d met the man who’d inspired this attempted orgasm. Pete, the ass.
She got out of bed in search of batteries. Maria, her housekeeper, would surely have some stashed somewhere. After pillaging all of the office and kitchen drawers, she still had zip. No batteries anywhere. She trudged back to her room disappointed. She laid back down turning the television on, something had to be on. She had to have some distraction to keep her mind off of Mr. Orgasm.
She sighed, frustrated. Nothing but infomercials. The “Shake Weight,” was being advertised by sexy muscled men, none of which held a candle to Pete.
God, why couldn’t she stop thinking of him? Stop feeling his hands on her, wishing there had been no barriers between them.
Her clit was swollen wanting, needing to be touched. The only problem was she could never get off with just her fingers. She needed her clit stimulator, which needed the damn batteries.
That’s when she noticed what had been in front of her all along. Like a beacon in the night, her salvation…she held the television remote in her very hand. The tiny remote that just so happened to house two AAA batteries. She scrambled to get the cover off, and popped out two little guarantees of relief. She loaded the batteries in her vibrator, and switched it on. A nice loud buzzing noise filled the room, she lowered it to her clit, closed her eyes, and imagined Pete’s hands on her, his mouth, His cock invading her core. She rubbed in circles quickly picking up speed, undulating her hips in time with her pace. So close, so…close.
She felt her feet heating up, her toes curling, her body going rigid, until—“Nutrisystem, help me lose over forty pounds and keep it off.” The tingle dissipated like an ice cold bath.
She tried again doing her best to tune out the television she couldn’t turn off. The tingle was back, the heat, the light sheen of sweat coating her skin, and then—“Call now! Nutrisystem, is having its first fifty percent off sale ever. I lost sixty pounds and I’ve kept it off, and if I can do it you can, too.”
“Dammit, shut up.” She threw a pillow at her television cursing it for the interruption. She knew she would never come now. Her clit had been over stimulated and was getting sore. She turned off her vibrator, got up and turned off the television, hitting the button just a little harder than was necessary. She crawled back in bed, hoping for dreams of Pete.
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