Simon Says Ch. 03

I went to work as normal the next day. I was wearing a skirt, blouse, bra and panties. I was also wearing a pair of reasonably high heeled shoes that at least gave me the pretence of not being a foot shorter than most people. "Parcel for you," Joan said as she walked passed and placed a box on the corner of my desk.

"Ta," I said as I glanced at it. I got parcels all the time. One of my roles was stationery and the like, so everything came to me then I had to take it to whoever had ordered it. I had always wondered why the stuff didn't go direct to the person who needed it, but it got me out of the office for a while so I didn't mind.

As was normal I hadn't really done a lot since I had got in so I was now working hard to catch up on the things that I should have done a couple of hours ago. Joan rarely got on my back, I think she is just resigned to the way that I work and has found that moaning at me just ends up with us both ending up pissed off and snappy with each other so just leave me to it.

I broke off for my lunch, which was actually closer to evening meal time and as I got back to my desk I picked up the parcel. I had forgotten it was there and decided to open it while I ate with the intention of delivering it after lunch. Ignoring the advise on the parcel itself I opened it with a pair of scissors. "Ohmibod Compatible" I read on the very colourful box that greeted me as I unfolded the plain packaging. My eyes widened and I snapped the box closed again a lot louder than I had intended.

"You okay?" Joan asked.

"Yeah, sorry," I said, "Dropped my phone." Me using my phone on my lunch was tolerated. Joan hated any sort of fun or technology, but she tolerated me using it on my lunch.

Now I was not overly familiar with Ohmibod, but I knew enough that it was not office friendly. I opened the box again making sure that Joan was not likely to walk passed me. I read the top of the box which said that it was the Bluemotion NEX model. It was a remote controlled vibrator and I could only assume that it had been sent by Simon. Now as I say I am not overly familiar with any of the Ohmibod range and the main reason is cost. Hanna and myself looked at them a while back and you were not getting a lot of change out of 150 USD, way out of my price range.

Resting on the top of the box was a note.

"Simon says wear this from 17:00 and turn it on."

I checked the time and it was 16:30. "Back in a sec," Joan said 20 minutes later as she got up and went out of the room.

I took the opportunity to take the box out and open it up properly. It had clearly been opened before although the toy itself was resting in the packaging as new. I assume it had been paired to Simon's mobile which gave him control of it. The device itself was shaped like a tiny slipper. It was 3 inches long and gently curved along itself length, clearly designed to be nestled into a pair of panties with the domed end of the device resting against the clit and the body along the natural curve of female privates. I shrugged and dropped it into my handbag before repacking and putting the package away.

When Joan came back I went to the bathroom, with my bag and again took the toy out. I carefully positioned it in my underwear and checked myself in the mirror to make sure you couldn't see it. It was designed to be discrete, and they had got that very right. There were no external tell tale signs that I was wearing a vibrator in my panties, which was both reassuring and scary at the same time. If it wasn't discrete I would have had an excuse to not wear it, as it happens I was going to be sat in the office with a vibrator in my panties that was controlled by someone else.

I went back into the office and sat back at my desk. I crossed my legs underneath the desk and was surprised at just how well designed it was. In fact after 20 minutes or so I had forgotten that I was wearing it. Getting up and down a few times to photocopy and to do a bit of filing as I needed. It was comfortable to wear, a firm silicone texture allowed it to adjust to my shape in various positions as I sat and walked around.

I was absent mindedly sucking on the end of my pen as I finished off a letter that Joan had asked me to do when I felt a sudden jolt between my legs. It felt like I had been punched, but instead of pain an explosion that felt like an instant orgasm ripped through my entire body. "Fuck," I blurted out a lot louder than I should in an office environment. My pen clattered onto the desk and then onto the floor as my hands instinctively shot down between my legs as I tried to work out what had happened. The jolt was just that, less than a second of powerful vibration, but even so I honestly could not tell you if I just orgasmed in the office or not. I think I did. Either way, Joan was not amused by my language.

"Sophie!" she snapped as I dropped the F bomb.

"So sorry," I said feeling guilty. It felt like swearing in front of my nan, and just not the done thing.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Dropped my pen," I said, which was the truth, the bit I left out was that I was wearing a remote controlled vibrator and a stranger just made me have an instant orgasm in the office.

"Dropping a pen is no call for that language," she said sounding like my nan as she scolded me.

"Yeah, sorry," I said meekly.

She left it at that, huffed in the way that only the older generation can and turned back to her desk. "Fuuuuuck," I whispered silently to myself as I picked my pen up off the floor. I was wet, in fact no, I was not just wet, I felt like I had actually wet myself. The crotch of my panties felt like they had been dipped in water and that was just after a tiny blast of vibration.

"Do you want a drink?" Joan asked a few minutes later.

"No ta," I said as I sat with my legs firmly crossed under the desk as I considered removing the vibrator.

I felt the toy spring to life again between my legs and actually felt panic. If it was as intense as the last one I was going to literally wet myself in the office and there is no way I am escaping that with any dignity. I would just have to quit, there is no coming back from a fully grown girl wetting herself, if it is discovered that it was because of a remote controlled vibrator in her panties I would die of humiliation. The toy just gently rippled against me. Don't get me wrong it felt nice, but manageable as I sat staring at the screen while my clit got vibrated under the desk.

I felt the intensity click up a speed and I opened my legs under the desk so that my crossed legs were not pressing the vibrator harder against my clit that was starting to feel like it was dancing under its own control. "Wow," I whispered to myself as the consistent vibration slowly started to overwhelm my self control.

"Sure you don't want a drink?" Joan asked as she came back in.

"No, good ta," I gasped as best I could.

"You okay?" she asked sounding a little concerned.

No I wasn't, I was going to cum. "Yeah," I lied, "Bit of cramp," I added hoping that the suggestion of lady stuff would satiate her concern.

"Oh, okay," she said, "Take five minutes if you want, go for a walk."

"Thanks," I said as my orgasm rose up between my legs while she sat back at her desk.

It stopped, as suddenly as it started it stopped and I breathed an actual sigh of relief. I was moments away from pulling my panties down in the office. "Back in a sec," I said as I stood carefully on shaky legs.

"Yeah, no prob," Joan said.

I went out of the room and into the toilets. I didn't remove it, but I did switch it off. I composed myself in the mirror and went back into the office. "Okay?" Joan asked as I came back in.

"Yeah, sorry," I said, "You know how it is."

"Yeah of course," she said smiling at me warmly, "No need to be sorry."

My phone rang. "Sophie speaking how can I help," I said as I picked up the phone.

"Simon says turn it back on," the voice on the end of the phone said before instantly hanging up.

"Oh," I said the tone of genuine surprise carried in my voice. The immediate thought was concern how he knew I had turned it off, but logically I reasoned that he is controlling it off an app and it probably lets him know when connected.

"Who was that?" Joan asked.

"No idea," I said, "Just said hi then hung up."

I adjusted the way that I was sitting and lowered my chair slightly. This gave me easier and more discrete access to my underwear so if needed I could get to the vibrator and remove it, or at least move it away from me. I felt for the on switch and clicked it back on again. Seconds later I felt a series of gentle short pulses start between my legs. "Fuck me I have got to get one of these," I said to myself as the sequence silently continued under the desk. It fit so well and felt so nice that if I had one of these I would never leave my bedroom again.

The pulses were not intense, not like the first one, but they were persistent. They were manageable with a bit of controlled breathing and the occasional strategic repositioning of my sitting position to adjust the position of the toy. Don't get me wrong though, it felt good, really good and when it stopped it was a strange mix of relief and frustration. I was wet, physically wet which would be visible on my underwear if anyone saw them, not that I was planning on them doing so.

I sat doing my day to day work in wet panties. Wet enough for me to check when I had to stand up that no marks were left. I went to the bathroom and my underwear looked exactly like you would imagine when an overly turned on girl sits creaming herself for the best part of an hour. Occasional soft pulses reminded me that I was wearing the vibrator and I soon got used to them. They were on an automated timer, either that or Simon was sat meticulously with a stop watch and buzzing me every 120 seconds. So nice, a pleasure that warms you deep inside, the sort of pleasure you get from a long term boyfriend who caresses you lovingly and not entirely just for sex.

"Have you got a sec?" Joan asked.

"Erm, yeah," I said as I stood up, swept my hand down the back of my skirt and walked to her desk. Half way across the room one of the pulses went off and my standing position held the toy tighter against my clit causing me to breath in sharply and stumble ever so slightly.

"Still bad?" Joan asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Do you need to go home?" she asked looking genuinely concerned.

"No, I will be fine," I said feeling so guilty that I was lying. It was nothing to do with period cramps, it was a vibrator and here is a caring woman who is genuinely nice and concerned for me.

She chatted for a while and I braced myself for the next pulse which I managed to hide any effects from. I went back to my desk and sat down as she got up and went to do her warehouse rounds. I watched the door close and stared at the phone as for some reason I expected it to ring instantly. It of course didn't, but five minutes later it went off. I almost answered it very unprofessionally, but I didn't, which was lucky, it was a genuine call.

As I hung up it rang again and this time it was Simon. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," I replied smiling to myself

"Why did you turn it off?" he asked.

"Because," I said glancing at the door and lowering my voice, "It made me... you know... climax," I said.

"Really?" he asked sounding surprised, "That short?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"How are you handling the pulses?" he asked.

"Okay," I said.

"Simon says... cum," he said while at the same time I felt the device explode into life between my legs.

I dropped the F bomb again, snapping my legs closed as a reflex with the room blurring as my eyes physically crossed in my skull. I orgasmed intensely, biting my lip and hearing myself struggling to keep my volume down I sat on my office chair at work and orgasmed. "Wow, you are sensitive," Simon said as the toy switched off again.

"Not at work," I said blinking my eyes so they rolled back from the back of my head as I regained what was left of my composure. Most of my composure was long gone and currently soaking through my underwear.

"You would have to give me your personal number for me to not call your at work," he said.

"I would," I agreed as a few alarm bells went off in my head. Mobile numbers are fairly easy to trace and no matter how turned on I was I didn't want to end up dead or raped or both, in any order actually.

"But you wont," he said, the tone in his voice carrying disappointment.

"No," I said, "Sorry."

"That is fine," he said as he recovered his decorum, "More respect for you being safe than reckless," he added.

We chatted for a while, about nothing in particular. Again the alarm bells were ringing as he tried to befriend me. Was he an old perv who was grooming me? He was a perv, that much is obvious, and he does have a voice that sounds older than me. That isn't really difficult though, as I am only 19. He didn't ask for any personal information or anything that could help locate me. All the time the 2 minute pulse between my legs kept happening. "I guess that concludes the game," he replied, "This is your last late I believe?"

"I guess," I said, "Thanks for the fun," I said wracking my brain for if I had told him how many shifts I was on or not. It still niggled me that I knew his voice, a distant memory that was just out of reach.

"No, thank you," he replied warmly.

"What about the vibrator?" I asked.

"Yours," he said, "Pairing to your phone will remove it from mine. Enjoy it."

"I cant accept that," I replied, "They are so expensive."

"I have no use for one," he said with a laugh, "And plus the fact, me giving you my address would place me at risk. Potentially."

I was not sure whether to be offended or what. Statistically I am way more likely to be a sex attack victim than him, was he saying it just to have a dig? Was the toy traceable? How did it work? I assumed it had some sort of SIM card in it to work across mobile networks. "Have a good evening," he said, "Maybe do this again some time," he added as he hung up before I could reply.

I placed the phone back down and stared at the desk for a few moments as I processed the events of the past few days. I also noted that the toy had stopped pulsing. I went to the bathroom and removed it noting that a blue light was flashing rapidly on the side of it. I checked the instructions and it was just saying that it was not paired with any device in range. "In range," I said to myself as I thumbed through the quite substantial instruction booklet. I was looking for wireless communication standards looking for cellular. None, just Bluetooth. I quick check online gave the range of Bluetooth of 100m at best and that is assuming it is Class 1. Taking into account walls and the like, Simon was in the building and likely worked here. I knew I knew the voice, but that knowledge terrified me as he likely knew me and what I looked like.

Joan came back in as I sat back down again and we continued to work in relative silence. After ten minutes I got up and went to the bathroom to remove my panties. They were uncomfortably wet to be sat in and it felt horrible. I spent most of the remaining time googling Ohmibod apps and seeing if it had a factory reset, which it did, which I did to make sure no trace was possible. Fairly sure it wasn't, but I don't understand technology on that level to be 100% sure, so it made me feel better.

The day ended and I put my coat on, said night to Joan and headed to the bus stop. The bus was amazingly on time and I got on flashing my student bus pass at the driver to which he just nodded. I sat on the bottom level four rows behind the driver, slid across the seat next to the window and crossed my legs away from the aisle. It was unlikely anyone would see up my skirt, but no point taking the risk as if they did I had no panties on. On a connected note the choice of seat was the optimal view up the stairs of the bus. It is amazing how many girls either don't wear underwear and short skirts, or wear very unsuitably large underwear and a skirt. Many an hour of a boring bus ride can be wiled away on the fourth row behind the driver on a double decker bus. Although it is a lot more fun if you are with a mate so you can bitch about the sights.

I rang the bell and got off the bus and headed towards my house. The streets were poorly lit as a large number of the street lighting needed replacing which was an ongoing and very boring subject. Long shadows were cast along the road from distant street lights and a criss cross of mottled light danced over the pavement with the light shining through the trees. I put the key into the door and let myself in. "Hello?" I shouted.

"Hey," my brother replied immediately.

"Hi, only you in?" I asked.

"Yeah, mum and dad are having a dirty weekend remember," he said.

"Oh yeah, eww," I said smiling at him, "You out later?"

"Nar," he said, "Old films and a few beers. Wanna join me?"

"How old are the films?" I asked smiling at him.

"Fairly old," he smiled, "One of the original star wars at the moment."

"Gold bikini one?" I asked with a wry smile.

"Maybe," he grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes and took my coat off making sure my skirt didn't do anything stupid while I removed the coat, "I'll just go for a shower then I'll be back," I said, "Vodka and coke please."

I disappeared off upstairs and went into my room to grab a pair of panties and a mid thigh length t-shirt. I stripped in the bathroom, showered and got dressed into the t-shirt and underwear. The panties were none descript, plain white cotton, high leg, but no where near a thong cut and maintained full coverage no matter what I did in them, which was mainly sleeping. Basically they were underwear, not sexy, but not granny style while maintaining my indifference if anyone gets a peep at them.

I went back downstairs and sat on the sofa. A drink was waiting for me and we finished the film while chatting about nothing in particular. He was wearing a dressing gown and I assume some sort of underwear. Although he did sleep naked, I assume he was not bold enough to only be wearing a dressing gown that was only held together by a wrap around belt. Vodka is nice after a day at work and it slipped down easily. One became two and then three. He kept up with beers, but they were significantly less alcohol than a generous shot of vodka and coke. Feeling the effects I slowed down, mainly because I didn't want to be ill as opposed to doing something stupid due to alcohol consumption.

"Want a lesson in Mario Kart?" he asked.

"Yeah, I will show you how to win," I replied as he got up and handed me one of the controllers.

We gamed quite a lot. Racing games I was fairly close and it was fair unless it was a simulation one where I ran out of talent often. Sport games I was okay at, not quite as good as him, but if he had a bad game I could beat him. We usually balanced out football games by him using a team from a league lower than what I used. Mario Kart though and we were even.

One race became a couple of hours as the clock slowly ticked around to half 1 in the morning. Although we had both slowed down with the alcohol we were both in no fit state to drive and the times and skill got lower and lower. The verbal abuse also got more and more harsh as we got drunker. At one point he actually called me an f'ing "c" word as I fired a rocket at him on the finish straight to grab the win. In truth I had fired it in a sulk as I thought I had lost, the hit was entirely luck and not at all skill based. I of course claimed that it was skill and basked in the glory for a while.

After that I must have crossed the line of coordination and my wins became more and more sporadic. After a streak of 8 wins for him and zero for me I threw the controller onto the sofa. "Oh come on," I exclaimed as he lapped me on a five lap race, no way.