Vibrating in Public
Eva Li
The mall’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I adjusted the waistband of my skirt, the tiny remote in my pocket already set to the lowest setting. The hum between my thighs was soft, teasing—just enough to make my breath hitch as I walked.
By the time I reached the cosmetics aisle, I couldn’t resist. Thumb sliding over the remote, I cranked it up, biting my lip as the vibrations turned sharper, deeper. My fingers tightened around a lipstick display, knuckles going white. Fuck, it was too much.
Then, without warning, the orgasm hit—hard. My knees buckled, and I stumbled back against a support column, thighs clamping together as pleasure burned through me in hot, relentless waves. My vision blurred for a second.
"Miss? You okay?" A deep voice cut through the haze.
I blinked up at a stranger—tall, rough hands, concern creasing his brow. My face burned. "I’m—uh—fine."
But the vibrator wasn’t done. Another jolt of electricity shot through me, making me gasp. His gaze flicked down, then back up. A smirk tugged at his mouth.
"Oh, you’re definitely not fine." His voice dropped. "Need a hand?"
His fingers closed around my wrist before I could respond, pulling me toward the mall’s exit with deliberate force. The vibrator pulsed against my bare skin—no fabric barrier, just the crotchless thong letting the toy press directly against me. I gasped as the pleasure spiked, my steps faltering.
"Keep up," he growled, guiding me through the parking garage with a firm grip. The second we reached his car, he had me pressed against the door, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue slid against my own, teasing and impatient as his hands roamed under my skirt, fingers tracing the exposed edges of the thong.
"Fuck," he muttered against my lips, thumb brushing the slick heat of me. "No wonder you were shaking. This thing’s right where it needs to be."
The car door clicked open, and he shoved me onto the backseat. Before I could catch my breath, he was on me, yanking my legs apart. The toy hummed louder as he positioned himself between my thighs, his cock pressing against me, the vibrations making us both groan.
"Feel that?" He rocked his hips, the head of his cock dragging through my wetness, the toy’s buzz intensifying with every shift. "It’s only gonna get better."
With one brutal thrust, he filled me, the stretch of him colliding with the relentless pulse of the vibrator. I arched off the seat, crying out as pleasure twisted tighter—every movement of his hips sent the toy grinding harder against my clit.
"*Christ*," he gritted out, fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me deeper. "You feel that? How it gets stronger the more you take me?"
I could only nod, breathless, my thighs trembling around him. The vibrator’s rhythm synced with his thrusts, each one driving the pleasure higher, sharper—until the orgasm ripped through me, my scream muffled against his shoulder.
He didn’t stop. Just growled, "Again," and kept going.
His fingers tangled in my hair, jerking my head back as he thrust harder, deeper. "Tell me you feel this," he snarled. "Tell me how that toy makes my cock feel inside you."
"Tighter—*fuck*—it makes everything tighter," I panted, nails scraping down his back. The vibrations sent shocks up my spine, my walls fluttering around him.
"Good. Now beg for it." He slowed, dragging himself almost all the way out before slamming back in, making me cry out. "Tell me you want more."
"More—*please*—" My voice was ragged, my hips lifting to meet his. "I need it—need you to wreck me—"
"*That's* what I wanted to hear." His hand slid between us, thumb circling my clit in rough, demanding strokes. "Come on. Again. Let me feel you."
The dual assault was too much—his cock stretching me, the toy humming against my c-spot. I shattered, back bowing as my climax tore through me.
He groaned, hips stuttering. "Fuck, that grip—*goddamn*—" His rhythm fractured, his thrusts turning erratic. "You gonna come one more time for me?"
I could barely nod, oversensitive but still thrumming with need. He fucked me through another shuddering release, only stopping when my thighs clenched tight around him.
"Fuck—" He pulled out suddenly, his hand wrapping around his cock as he spilled hot stripes across my belly, groaning as the last pulse of the vibrator milked him dry.
We stayed like that for a moment, both breathless, the air thick with sweat and sex. Then he reached for a crumpled shirt from the front seat, wiping the mess from my stomach with slow, deliberate strokes.
"I'll drive you home," he muttered, voice still rough.
I shook my head, sitting up on unsteady arms. "No. Leave it like this."
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t argue. Just nodded once, like he understood—this wasn’t the beginning of anything. Just a memory, already fading.
I straightened my clothes in silence, stepped out into the cool garage air, and didn’t look back.
