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Laura was sound asleep when I woke on Saturday morning. I got up, made us both a coffee, and brought it back to bed. She stirred as I pulled back the bedroom curtains, letting in the sunlight.“Morning babe. I made you a coffee.”“Thank you. What time is it?” She asked, blinking the sleep from her eyes and propping herself up on her pillow.“It’s seven o’clock. It’s a nice day outside.”We drank our coffee, then made our way downstairs. I made some toast, while Laura sat thumbing through the colour supplement. At this point we had no clue how we were going to spend our day.Out of the blue, Laura lifted her head from the magazine and announced, “Some of the West End department stores are having a sale this weekend. Why don’t we go? Grab a bargain.”By nine o’clock we had showered and were in the car driving towards the station to catch the nine-thirty fast train to London.Most of the morning was spent trying on clothes, giggling and squeezing into tiny changing cubicles. We did manage to snap up a couple of bargains, but with London prices, they were few and far between.We mooched through the side exit of a large department store and found ourselves in a narrow pedestrianised zone that ran between some older buildings Dikmen Escort of the city. It was then that we discovered a sex shop.This was no grubby, seedy little joint with porn mags, dildos and fidgety old men – this was a radical departure from the stereotype adult store, with a classy chrome and glass decor. From the outside, it appeared very sophisticated.“Should we go inside?” I questioned.Peeking through the window, we could see two sales assistants. They were young attractive women, both dressed smartly with neatly groomed hair. This gave us the confidence to go in.“Wouldn’t it be fun if we bought something,” I joked as we went through the door.The redheaded assistant greeted us.“Good afternoon ladies, welcome to our store. Take your time, have a good look around. If you need anything, it would be my pleasure to assist you,” she said as she backed away with a reassuring smile.As we browsed through the lingerie, handcuffs and synthetic body parts, I saw something that set my mind racing.“Laura look, a vibrating love egg with a thrill-seeking ten-function wireless remote control. Lightweight, silent and internally wearable egg vibrator for a truly Eryaman Escort unique pleasure experience,” I said with excitement as I read the description from the box.“Just imagine the fun we could have with this. The possibilities are endless. Let’s buy it,” I squealed.There was a moment of silence.“Are you serious?” she quizzed.“Think about it. If one of us inserted the love egg, the other could play with the remote control. Ultimate pleasure by remote,” I whispered, into her ear.Laura was having none of it and made a bee-line for the exit. Unbeknown to her, I gathered up the toy and paid for it before making my way outside to re-join her.“You haven’t?” she asked, looking at the bag in my hand.“I have,” I replied mischievously.“Have you gone completely mad?” She mouthed as I opened the bag to show her my purchase.“We could use it anywhere. Nobody needs ever know,” I said, conspiratorially.“Oh, like that’s gonna happen. What happens if someone discovers our little secret and we get caught?” She argued back.A few yards along the road we found a café and stopped for lunch. We ordered some food and a bottle of Chardonnay. I discreetly examined the Esat Escort egg in more detail, as Laura poured the wine.“Look, the batteries are fully charged. Let’s give it a try.” I said, pressing the on button to check out the noise level.The egg vibrated once to show it was active. As stated on the box, it was completely silent.“Let’s experiment with it on the train journey home?” I said as I took another sip of wine.“You’re serious, aren’t you?” She asked, trying to second guess my thoughts.“You really want to do this in a carriage full of strangers?” She asked with a glint in her eye.“If I insert the egg, you could control my pleasure by remote. You can send me vibrations as and when you want. Nobody would hear, and nobody would know,” I blurted, setting out the ground rules.“Supposing you orgasm? I can’t imagine the humiliation of you moaning and calling out “Oh my god, I’m coming,” just before you reach the finish line,” Laura pointed out, but chuckling a little at the thought.“That’s what makes it so exciting. Let’s do it Laura. Please!” I pleaded.I excused myself and slipped into the lady’s toilet, then emerged carrying a small fluffy toy on a key chain. On the other end of the key chain was the wireless remote control for our silky silicone egg, which I had inserted into my vagina.As the wine flowed, we hatched our plan of action. Laura would discreetly control the egg from inside her handbag. In an effort to maintain our masquerade, we agreed to sit on opposite sides of the carriage.“You’ll need this.” I urged. Handing her the key chain.
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