“What do you mean you’ve never had one?” Lilly looked shocked. “They’re the best thing ever. So much more intense than, you know, normal!”
Marilyn looked at her new colleague, wide-eyed and a little apprehensive. They were not even half-way through the bottle of Chardonnay Lilly had insisted they order to celebrate Marilyn’s first day on the job, and already the conversation had gone decidedly carnal.
First Lilly had excitedly clued Marilyn in on all the guys in the office. Simon, the Finance Director, was the best looking guy apparently, but only if you had a thing for silver foxes.
Now, Lilly was suddenly gesticulating wildly as she outlined the advantages of a G Spot orgasm. For a young woman seeking to make a good impression at a new company, this was all rather racy stuff for Marilyn. In her last position the only hint of a scandal had been at an office party when one of the Partners was found with some unexplained lipstick on his collar. Now it seemed to Marilyn that she had just joined Sodom, Gomorrah & Partners for all the discussion around sex that was filling the table.
“So…what does it feel like then? How’s it different?” Marilyn asked curiously. She’d heard of a G Spot orgasm but hadn’t any direct experience with them. “Oh, it’s so hard to explain. It’s like trying to describe a sneeze. I know what I want to say, but I don’t know how to say it. It’s like there aren’t enough words. It’s tingly… numb…umm, itchy but explosive.”
Lilly stared Marilyn in the eyes. “There’s only one way to find out and that’s to try it.” She leaned in closer, conspiratorially. “Now don’t be relying on your man to do it for you. You need special equipment, if you know what I mean.”
Marilyn thought about her man, and thought she knew exactly what Lilly meant. Tom was a good man, but not exceedingly good looking. Sex with him was, well, it wasn’t bad, which wasn’t much of a compliment she knew. Yes, this did sound interesting.
Marilyn let Lilly finish the rest of the bottle and headed back to her new desk. She sat at the far end of a long office, near the kitchen area where people kept popping by for tea and coffee. As she sat there, letting her head spin a little from the wine, when she saw a tall handsome man walk past, with a purposeful, predatory stride.
His hair was wavy and dark, dappled with silver grey streaks. Simon, the Silver Fox, Marilyn thought excitedly. She understood why Lilly was so enamoured. There was something very confident about him, very powerful. She stared at him as he opened the fridge, admiring what looked like a very pert butt in some very tight slacks as he bent down to take something from the bottom shelf. Suddenly Simon turned around and stared at her. Marilyn felt herself heat and flush, embarrassed at being caught, when Simon simply winked at her and walked off.
When Tom was out that night, Marilyn went online and began to research G Spot orgasm toys. There were many to chose from, so many different sizes, shapes and colors. It was an almost bewildering choice, and it made Marilyn think about giving up, but she couldn’t forget the excitement in Lilly’s eyes…or the hunger in Simon’s.
She thought about showing Lilly so she ordered it to her work and prayed it came in the plain packaging it promised. A few days later, as she was typing up reports, she suddenly felt she was being watched. She looked up to see Simon standing before her. He was tall, over six-foot, and muscular. Despite being over forty he still worked out. It was hot in the office, and he’d removed his jacket and rolled his shirt-sleeves up. His biceps stretched the crisp white fabric, and his forearms were thick and strong. Marilyn followed his arms down, feeling a flame swirl and slide inside her. In his hands Simon was holding a discrete brown package.
“This is for you,” he said, with a deep but playful voice. “It’s Marilyn isn’t it?” “Yes. Thank you. We…we haven’t been introduced. I only started last week.” She held out her hand to take the package, but instead Simon took her hand and shook it. She felt his warm soft grip envelop her slim palm and fingers and felt he could wrap her up and keep her safe and warm forever. If only Simon knew what was in the package. Marilyn felt it exciting having him hand it to her.
“A pleasure to meet you Marilyn. I’ve seen you here and wanted an excuse to come and say hello. And here it is.” With his other hand he waved the package and placed it on her desk. Marilyn didn’t let go to pick it up and Simon seemed in no hurry to do so either. “Anything exciting?” he asked, nodding to the box. Marilyn felt her pulse accelerate, her heart pump and beat, a tremor run through her palm. “Yes actually. A new toy.” She couldn’t believe that came out of her mouth. What would Simon think? She smiled it off thinking he surely would not think she was having a sex toy delivered to the office. He would take it as a joke, but it a “suggestive” joke no less.
That night, she unwrapped the box to reveal her present. The Slim Pink Lady G Gasm Vibrator. It was a little larger that she was expecting, and firm, with that rubbery silicon style that was so smooth and satisfying. The batteries went in and on it went with a satisfyingly strong but subtle sound. Marilyn played around, adjusting the vibrations so that she understood its settings, then lay back and closed her eyes.
She had removed all her clothes, and lay on the bed naked to the warm air that blew through the open window. The gentle air brushed over her skin, and she lay the toy to one side whilst she gently stroked her breasts and body, dreaming that the breath that blew on her was Simon’s. She imagined his hard body before her, equally naked and equally excited. He would be strong but gentle, hard but fair. A man who knew his way around a woman’s body and would take the time to explore every inch. She picked up the toy and began to trail it around and over and under her breasts, buzzing it against her nipples before leading it down over the flat of her body to the sacred space between her legs.
The toy was fizzing and she was rushing, wet, excited and eager and so she slid it inside her and began to push and pull it back and forth. It was hard and firm and good, and whilst she moved it with one hand, she began to play with her clitoris, teasing and tweaking it, harder and softer, faster and slower
Marilyn felt the hot happy glow of excitement grow inside her and on a normal day that would normally be enough, 
but not today. Not now. She wanted more. She wanted Simon, and she wanted Simon to touch her where she had never been touched before. She arched her back and pushed him in deeper.
She twisted and angled the toy, making sure the bulging head was positioned correctly to caress against her, softly sliding away against her vaginal wall. Marilyn pushed it up, guiding the bell to press against her until she felt it ring against a small bundle of joy, a tiny space that suddenly seemed to expand time and space. This must be it! She pushed and pulled and rubbed, sighing and swooning as the tension built and the cares and worries fell away.
“Simon,” she cried quietly. “Marilyn,” she heard him whisper. His body was above her and his hands were on her and his cock was inside her. He was filling her in ways she never thought possible. The feeling inside her was, well, know she knew why Lilly said it was indescribable. It felt like electrocuting a smile, or colouring in a dream, or adding sugar to music. There was a growing intensity, almost an urge to explode, almost a need to let go of everything.
Marilyn adjusted the settings, tipping the toy into new dimensions and new speeds, each twist of the switch layering another burst of beauty onto the painting, slamming new colours onto her emotional canvas. Simultaneously she ran her hands on her clitoris, feeling the pleasure and the pain inside and outside her, a combination that promised to unlock her secret treasures and give her riches beyond imagination. The feelings cascaded higher and higher, a waterfall in reverse, the water running up, until with an almighty rush it seemed as if the tides turned and the dams broke and the passions pulsed out in a tsunami of ecstasy.
Slowly, with difficulty, she got her breath back. Startled, she realised the sheets were liquid wet and lathered with her love. Shocked, she looked at the toy. She had never felt an orgasm so intense.
The next day, she sat at her desk, waiting for Simon to walk by. She knew he would, and sure enough, just before lunch he strode up and smiled that silver fox smile. “How was your toy?” he asked. Did he sense anything? She smiled with delight. “Fun for one. Better for two.” You can check out this wonder here.
