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   {ASSM}<*> Remote Controlled (F/M+M, exhib.  voy.  toys), by Jennifer
Doalfer

   Remote Controlled

   Hi folks,

   Here again is a story based partly on fact and partly on fiction (my
fantasy); I really did get the toy described in the story.  The entire
story of the evening in town is true , apart from the use of the toy on
that evening, which fortunately (or unfortunately depending on your point
of view) is only in my dreams.

   Poul usually gives me a sex toy in my Christmas stocking.  It is not
really a Danish tradition (the stockings I mean - not the sex toy which
definitely isn't), but I picked up the tradition when I lived in Glasgow
and I have always had a small Christmas stocking just for some fun items.
Poul was the one who got the idea to put sex-toys in the stocking (we have
to remove the toys before the children come in and find out what we have in
our stockings!).  This time Poul had found a cordless remote-controlled
dildo!  It is very exciting.  The idea is that you can wear it under your
clothes and set it off any time you like.  You strap it on like a g-string.
The top straps are wide though, and the length can be adjusted so it sits
firmly inside you.  It is penis-shaped with a rather large head.  Batteries
are inside it, so it is about the length of two C size batteries, but it is
still bendable at the point between the two batteries, and the surface is
very smooth and soft.  When you slip it in there is almost nothing
projecting, except a small, semi-hard plastic plate on which a small
vibrator is mounted.  From the remote control you can turn on the head,
which makes a rotating movement right on the g-spot, and you can turn on
the small vibrator, which can be positioned so it sits right over the clit.
Both controls can be adjusted.  At full speed it is almost too much, but at
the right speed it is fantastic.

   Earlier that morning I had already tried it out.  Poul couldn't wait to
see my reaction, and to tell you the truth, neither could I!  Just putting
it on was exciting, but the feeling when I strapped it tight on, was in
itself very arousing.  The straps were like on a garter belt around my
waist, so it could be tightened quite hard without the straps hurting. 
That meant that the little vibrator, which was designed to stimulate the
clit, dug itself into me so that every time I moved it rubbed against my
excited little nub.

   Poul wanted me to try out different positions with it on, to see how
much I could move; there wasn't really anything I couldn't do.  In a
sitting position the stimulation of my clit was intense; lying on my knees
and elbows with my bottom in the air, made the rotating head's movement
against my g-spot feel very good.  But actually it was when standing up it
was the best.  Bending the pelvis forward while gyrating sideways,
stimulated both points to a level where I didn't last long and actually had
a strong second orgasm very quickly after the first.  Poul was elated and
kept hinting at how exciting this would be if we did it some time when we
were out together.  I shuddered as I had a picture of myself experiencing
that kind of arousal in a public place.

   Only a few days later an opportunity did indeed present itself.  It was
the premiere of a Danish film, in which a friend of ours had a role as a
sex model.  In was almost a porn movie, but the director, who is a Danish
lady, had managed to market it as a piece of erotic art, which made it
"acceptable" to all but the most conservative cinemas.  The girl we know
plays a minor role, but she is actually involved in one of the hotter
sexual scenes.  She used to be a nurse at the hospital, but gave it up to
pursue a career as an actress.  She is very attractive so I am not
surprised that she was offered the role, but I am surprised that she
accepted it.  However, she says this is her big chance, and already after
the first trial screenings she did get several much more serious offers for
good roles, so probably she was right.

   Anyway Poul was dying to see this film.  The girl had been a nurse in
his surgery theatre, and the thought of seeing her naked in a hot sex act,
must have been a very big turn-on for him.  However, he didn't need to
persuade or apologise to me as much as he had feared; I too thought the
idea quite arousing.  I got excited by the thought of what it would be like
if it had been me, and I very much wanted to see how she played the part.

   We decided to go out to dinner first, then go on to the film at a late
showing, and finally, if we felt like it to a discotheque near the cinema.
I dressed rather conservatively, thinking that I would draw unwanted
attention to myself if I dressed too provocatively.  I hadn't quite
accepted the idea of having an orgasm in a restaurant or on a dance floor!
So I dressed in my business suit.  That meant a knee length skirt, but with
self-supporting stockings as I wanted to have the feeling of being as naked
as I could under the skirt.  I wore a half-bra which Poul had given me and
which I liked very much.  It looks nice and conservative, except that it
stops right under the nipples, lifting them up and stretching them.  Alas
my breasts aren't quite as they were when I was 16; they do not sag very
much, but the flesh in not quite as firm, so they wobble more when I move.
Poul thinks it looks nice, because it becomes more obvious when I am not
wearing a bra, but I don't think wobbly breasts go with a business suit
over a thin white shirt.  With the half-bra, as long as I am wearing a
jacket I am fairly decent, with controlled breast movements.  Without the
jacket, however, it doesn't take very much excitement before my nipples
stand out and protrude, making it obvious that I am naked under the thin
shirt.  In certain circumstances as I like to show off my breasts, I find
it a good compromise.

   Poul helped me strap on the dildo.  I had to grab the control unit from
him otherwise we would never have got out of the place in time.  It was a
weird feeling moving around with it inside me.  I could feel it very
clearly when I moved, but I could almost forget it if I sat still. 
However, it didn't take much movement to get me excited.  Even though on
the way to restaurant I didn't turn it on, the movements of the car kept
stimulating me, especially my clit, so much so that I found it difficult to
sit still.  Poul wanted the remote control back, but I wanted to save
myself for later.  Anyway the movements of the car were quite enough for
the time being.

   The lights in the restaurant were quite dim.  That was fortunate because
it was one big room, where there were no secluded seats.  I sat with my
back against a wall with a large mirror, with Poul right across from me so
he could watch both me and the room behind.  We had a four-person table for
the two of us, so there was a bit of a gap to the neighbouring tables,
which were all occupied by businessmen.  This was a very expensive
restaurant.

   Poul wanted the control unit back and I gave it to him, knowing very
well what that meant.  But that was part of the game and the real reason we
had gone there in the first place, so why not?  We got the menus and spent
some time choosing.  Under cover of the menu I had a look at the other
guests.  They were mostly middle aged, but there were a few younger and
attractive ones around and I thought I saw several eyes look away as my
eyes grazed theirs.

   The waiter returned for our order.  Poul ordered first, but when it was
my turn, the dildo started to move.  I threw Poul a quick, dirty look, but
couldn't do anything except try to ignore it and order.  Poul stared at me
with a kind of smirk on his face as he turned on the clit stimulator as
well.  The waiter gave me a funny look as I sat upright with a start.  I
had a hard time ordering.  I couldn't remember what I had decided on and
tried to bite my lip as I thought hard.  Meanwhile the excitement grew. 
Poul leant over and pointed at the item he knew I wanted.  The waiter
looked at me for confirmation, but I could only nod as I was biting my lip
hard.  He must have thought me very odd.  As soon as he left Poul turned it
off.  Now I almost didn't want him to stop, but it really wasn't up to me.

   I wasn't really surprised either when Poul asked me if I wasn't getting
hot.  I really was - but I knew he just wanted me to take off the jacket so
he could watch how my nipples were behaving.  As I slipped off the jacket I
looked around and noticed that almost all the men at the nearby tables were
looking at me.  Even without the help of the dildo, my nipples had started
to rise in excitement.  You see - I have this thing about guys looking at
me.  I don't really get embarrassed, at least not when I am already a bit
excited.  I just get really turned on by the thought of the effect I have
on the guys.  I know I can turn heads and I love it when I can see their
eyes drop to my front, and then get embarrassed and look back at my eyes.
The guys know very well that the direction of their stare is obvious to me,
but they just can't help it.  I pretended to look for the waiter who should
have been on his way with our drinks.  I twisted around in the seat a bit,
stretching my breasts against the fabric of the shirt, so the hard nipples
clearly stood out.  So many pairs of eyes on my breasts!  The excitement
grew and I welcomed the movement inside me again as the waiter returned
with our drinks.  He couldn't take his eyes off me.  When he finally left I
could let go a little, but I still had to control myself.  I leant forward
to toast Poul, and told him that if he wanted to go all the way, it had to
be now, because I had got to the point when I didn't want him to stop.

   I grabbed the drink with both hands in front of me as Poul turned on the
clit-stimulator.  I couldn't sit still.  It was so intense - and in a
restaurant right in front of 10 or 15 people more or less openly watching
me.  I asked Poul to tell me joke, or at least pretend to, as I needed to
move more openly.  He leant forward and whispered in my ear that I should
just let go; nobody would be able to imagine what was going on anyway.  I
laughed as if he had told a joke, hiding my involuntary movements as I
could feel an orgasm approaching.  I knew my face was making the inevitable
expressions indicating excitement, my eyes lids were drooping, my breathing
short and shallow, I was biting my lower lip and my hips were sliding back
and forth on the seat.  I didn't really care any more how odd this
behaviour might look to people, or whether they were really unable to guess
what was going on.  Poul's eyes were alternating between my excited facial
expression and the front of my shirt.  I sneaked a look down at myself and
was surprised to see how clearly my nipples were showing through the
material.  I couldn't help squirming around.  Poul had found just the right
speed and I could feel the first small contractions indicating to me that a
large orgasm was no more than ten seconds away.  My hips were jerking
forward in spasms and I arched my back as the first wave hit me.  I looked
sideways through my half-closed eyes, and saw very clearly the guys at the
next table only perhaps three or four feet away, surprised and staring at
me, and not hiding that they were looking directly at me.  I could feel
their eyes on my protruding nipples, and I hoped I was giving them a good
hard-on.  In a final spasm, I stretched backwards, throwing my head and
shoulders back as if bursting out laughing, thus exposing my exploding
nipples as much as the thin white shirt would permit.  I collapsed leaning
over the table licking the liquid from the drink that had spilled over my
fingers, smiling at Poul as if that was the best joke I had heard for a
long time.  The dildo was off but I couldn't help jiggling about a bit in
the seat as the last waves of the orgasm subsided.  Poul looked at me and
said he had never seen my nipples so hard and erect.  Well, I wasn't
surprised.  First the half-bra would do that, and secondly they always grow
really hard after an orgasm and this was definitely one of the better ones.
I looked around again.  Only a few of the men were still looking at me, and
all but one averted their eyes when I looked at them.  He smiled and nodded
with a small wink and didn't try to conceal the direction of his gaze as
they moved over my front.  I loved the feeling of his eyes on me and
happily let him look as I returned my attention to Poul.  He wanted to know
how it had been.  I told him, but left out the feeling of excitement I got
from the other guys looking at me.  When the first course arrived the
waiter looked at me again, but I didn't really care.  By now everybody must
have realised they had seen all they were going to tonight, so I decided to
concentrate on Poul and the food.  The food was great and I felt fantastic.
I loved the sensation of the dildo inside me in a public place - it was
just so naughty.  I told Poul, who asked if I wanted another go at it, that
I thought that it would be stretching things a bit to do it again in there,
but I couldn't wait to get to the darkness of the cinema where I could
really let go.

   The film was due to start at 11:30 pm so we had plenty of time to linger
over the meal.  In the end we were the only ones in the restaurant and I
had almost forgotten the previous display and the dildo.  However, when I
stood up I could feel the dress sticking to the back of my legs, which made
me wonder just how wet I had got, and also to worry a bit about just how
obvious a stain was left on the skirt.

   The cinema was only around the corner.  Poul had complimentary tickets
so we bypassed those waiting for tickets and went right inside to the bar.
I guess I should have known that as Sofie (as the actress was called), was
a friend of ours, there would also be some of her other friends there.  I
was surprised however to find not only quite a few colleagues from the
hospital, but also a couple of very good old friends from my time at
university, one of them with his new wife.  I had had a fling with him
during a skiing trip with the University Skiing Club, and I was slightly
jealous of his new wife, even though I had absolutely no right to be.  She
must have been more than ten years younger than I am and dressed very
elegantly in a revealing outfit, very suitable for this kind of film.

   I will digress a little from my story here, because I feel like telling
you a bit about my experiences with this guy.  He probably had had the
biggest effect on my sex life, and was the cause of some of the most
outrageous things I have ever done.

   I was in my fourth year of medical study, which in Denmark lasts
anything from five to eight years, depending on how, and in what you
specialise.  I was finding it quite tough to follow the curriculum and had
got a bit behind in the previous year, and we were fast approaching the
first serious [PJ1]exam.  For that reason I had given up working part time
in the casualty ward, which had been my main source of income, in order to
concentrate on studying.  As it was, I was rather hard up, and only the
support from my parents kept me from going hungry.

   In previous years I had gone on skiing holidays with the University
Skiing Club.  These trips had been rather wild trips, with people loosing
all their inhibitions after a day of hard skiing and an evening of drinking
and partying.  Everybody was teaming up with somebody and some even changed
partners several times during the trip.  I was probably one of the wilder
ones, and was quite popular with the guys.  When they heard I couldn't
afford to go that year, they were very disappointed, but not as much as I
was.

   They had the usual planning meeting at the beginning of January and I
felt very much left out, so I was surprised and pleased when the president
of the club called and invited me along to a party that they were
arranging. He said that at least I shouldn't miss out on all the fun.

   We were all meeting at a nightclub.  It didn't have the best reputation
as it was considered to be a strip club, but I was told that this was where
the guys had voted to go (there being 12 guys and only 6 girls in the club,
the guys would always win any vote).  We drank and danced and had a good
time.  It turned out to be one of those evening where the management
invited the guests to strip if they dared.  They paid 500 Danish kroners
for anyone even to go up there, and then you auctioned away your clothes,
or rather the removal of them for further money.  It was all quite good
fun, but only a few girls went up there and none of them removed all their
clothes, so the professional strippers had to fill in.

   At one point the ski club president asked for everybody's attention: he
wanted to make a speech.  I was surprised when he addressed me, saying how
sad and disappointed they all were that I couldn't come along.  The
situation had been discussed at the planning meeting, and he had been
instructed by the members at the meeting to put a proposal to me, which
would allow me the possibility of joining them anyway.  That really got my
attention going - I was really dying to go along.

   They would all share the expense of my trip and my lift card on
condition that I would go onto the stage and strip - and go all the way. 
The extra money I earned doing that would pay for my pocket money.

   Now I understood why it had to be this nightclub and on this night.  I
was certain I knew which of the guys had got together on this idea, but I
was surprised that the girls had gone along and, under those circumstances,
splitting the costs.  However, there was no way I could say no, both
because my reputation dictated that I accepted the dare, and secondly
because I would have done almost anything to be able to go.  (Actually
nobody had to pay anything.  This was the first time our numbers had gone
over 18, and as such we were entitled to a free place for an instructor. 
They had decided to offer me the free place, but thought they would make me
pay for it!).

   At the next call for volunteers the president called out that they had
one, so I didn't get much time to pretend to by shy, or let them believe
that I was being pushed into this very much against my will.

   On entering the stage I was given my 500 kroners entry prize.  I was
determined to get as much out of the rest of the performance as possible. I
was wearing a red sweater over a thin satin top, long black tight jeans and
a pair of rather conventional panties.  [PJ2] I wasn't wearing any tights,
only a pair of short red socks matching my shoes.  I wished I had worn
stockings and garters as all the professionals did, but realised that I
would have to make do with what I had on.

   I can't really remember the whole sequence of events.  I remember being
surprised to see how many people were in the audience.  The previous
volunteers hadn't been all that attractive, and I realised I was probably
the best looking of the girls that had been on the stage - even including
the professionals (I have never been very humble about my looks!).  I
"sold" the sweater and the top first for a total of only 100 kroner, which
disappointed me a bit.  However, when I dropped the satin top I really got
their attention.  I wore a rather large ring in one nipple, which was not
as common at that time as it is today.  I was aware that this would
probably get their attention; it had that effect on men.  That was the
reason I was wearing it.  I had done so since the summer, when I found it
really provocative to go topless on the beach flaunting the ring.  Now the
audience was catcalling and whistling.  I think they probably smelled a
chance that this girl would go all the way.  I knew that by selling the
tops first, I would be able to show off my breasts as I bent down to undo
shoes and peel off the tight jeans.  Well, anyway, before I was finished I
had made another 2000 kroners, with panties alone bringing in 800.  A total
of 2600 for a ten minute performance, which apart from a hairy bush which
at this time of the year, I hadn't thought of shaving, didn't show much
more than what people saw for free on the beach!

   After the applause had died down a stagehand draped a big dressing gown
over me and helped me down, while another picked up my clothes and gave
them to me at the table.  I didn't really mind the guys playing a joke on
me, but I had decided to get my own back on them.  I made a small speech
and thanked them for their initiative.  However, I complained, the money
wasn't really enough.  I would have to invest in new clothes, as my old
ones were worn out, also 2600 kroners would not get me very far on a ten
day trip, so I had decided to keep the auction going and auction myself
away for the duration of the skiing trip!

   The risk was negligible.  I knew I would end up with one of them during
the trip anyway.  There was only one I really didn't want to be with, and
that was the one I was with last year.  It had got a bit more serious than
I had planned, and it had been difficult to get out of again.  The last
thing I wanted was for that to start over again.  But I knew he didn't have
a lot of money either, and though I am sure he would have been very
interested in buying me back, even if it was only for ten days.

   Probably because they knew they actually didn't have to pay for my
ticket, they were willing to go along.  I was a bit surprised but also
pleased when the first bid for 1000 kroners came from one of the girls. 
She didn't even look the least bit embarrassed.  I told her I was very
flattered, but that I was afraid she wouldn't get much out of me because,
even though I might find it fun to try, I didn't want to ruin her whole
vacation when she found out that it really wasn't my game.  She just
laughed and said it wasn't really hers either, she just thought it might be
fun!  However, that got the bidding going.

   Initially everybody bid.  But soon a pattern developed.  Jonas, as the
guy Poul and I was meeting at the cinema [PJ3]was called, seemed determined
to meet any bid.  Also, unfortunately it seemed that the guy from last year
had more money, or was willing to gamble higher than I had expected, as he
kept following Jonas.  A third guy Goran, also went along, but he seemed to
be talking to Jonas and only bid when he knew Jonas would outbid him.  I
think it probably was obvious that I wasn't keen on getting back with the
same guy again, so Jonas and Goran kept teasing me by waiting until the
second call of the opposing bid before they reacted.  One time I went and
sat on Jonas lap and whispered in his ear what it would be like if I was
his, and I would have to do anything he said because that would be the
result of him "buying" me.  He had a hand far up the inside of my leg, when
he looked me in my eyes and asked half-mockingly, half-unbelievingly, if
with anything I really meant "anything".  I said yes, thinking he was
referring to the present position of his hand, but he had other things in
mind, because he gently pushed me off his lap and had a whispered
conversation with Goran.  Next time they were about to be outbid by the
opponent, Jonas doubled the amount.  Everybody looked surprised at him, but
as the guy from last year shook his head and gave up, Jonas said that since
I had agreed to anything, he had joined forces with Goran.  His first
command would be that I would have to accept that I would have to be with
both of them.  Everybody laughed like mad, thinking this was a great
"revenge" for my willingness to offer myself - but actually I was so
excited from the situation and the anticipation of what it would be like
that I could hardly breathe.  Jonas's and Goran's first privilege was to
help me get dressed again, which they managed to do while keeping me fairly
decently covered from the others prying eyes, but not without themselves
getting a good look and feel of the merchandise.

   I won't get into what happened during the holiday now.  Only to tell
that there really wasn't anything we didn't try doing on that trip.  Normal
relationships develop slowly and only advance step by step as you get to
know the other person's inhibitions and limitations.  The fact that both
Jonas and Goran felt they had paid for me, meant that they didn't hold
themselves back from asking anything they thought might be fun, exciting or
daring.  As I felt I had an obligation - I did actually oblige with very
few hesitations.  We did it in all imaginable positions and places. 
Nothing or no place was spared.  They told me how to dress and what not to
wear.  They had me in the men's changing room (with the risk of any other
guy walking in on us), in the ski gondola (which we had by ourselves, but
which passed other gondolas on the way), in the ski huts and once in the
cloakroom of a discotheque.  They even offered me to the girl who had
initially bid on me.  She accepted happily until they told her that it was
a condition that they could watch.  I had accepted the situation and was a
bit disappointed when she backed down, not so much from not having sex with
her, but the thought of doing it in front of Jonas and Goran had seemed so
naughty.  Towards the end of the ten days I was so tired that I would fall
asleep in the ski lifts and in the restaurants in the evenings.  It took me
weeks to recover when I came home.  I went out with Jonas several times
after we came back - whenever one of us felt an urge for sex we would call
and tell the other - and the other one would always happily accept. 
However after a few months it started to become a bit mechanical, as we
really didn't have any deep feelings for each other, and when I entered
into a more steady relationship it stopped.  However, I often think back to
those days, and when I say that I have tried almost everything - probably
half of those things happened during that holiday.

   Well, back to the present story some 13 years later.  Meeting Jonas at
the cinema was not a fantasy.  He looked great, but not as great as Jesper
the guy he was with.  I remembered him as being a friend of Jonas's back in
university days, but he wasn't a skier, so he was never in on the "secrets"
of our skiing trips, which the group kept very much to itself.  But here he
paid a lot of attention to me; perhaps Jonas had told him about the
holiday? Jonas seemed very occupied with his wife so Jesper talked to us
about the film and Sofie whom he also knew.  He said he couldn't wait to
see her in the scenes he had been told she was in, and as the talk started
to get more into sex, I feared that Poul would turn on the dildo again.  He
didn't, but I was getting more excited and couldn't help moving about a bit
so the little, so the now inactive, stimulator would move against my clit.
Fortunately the film started right after, because I could already see
Jesper looking strangely at me.

   Unfortunately we had seats apart from Jonas and Jesper; they were a
couple of rows in front of us, in the somewhat cheaper seats.  Ours was a
deep and comfortable sofa where the armrest between the two seats could be
moved up like in an aeroplane, so you could snuggle up close to your
partner.

   Already in the opening shots of the film there was a still picture of
Sofie, naked, kissing a guy.  I cold feel Poul tensing and holding me a
little tighter.  When she went off the screen he whispered to me that he
didn't know she had that large tits and that he wondered if she had had an
operation.  I am sure she hadn't.  They were not really big enough for
that; also the shape didn't indicate that anything had been done.  I
slipped a hand up Poul's leg and grabbed him at the crotch, being surprised
that he was that hard after just one brief shot.  However he claimed that
it was just as much from being with me in my state.  Even if it was Sofie
doing this to him, I didn't mind.  I could imagine what it would do to me
if one of my handsome young male colleagues were to perform sex acts on
film in front of me on a big screen.  I shivered at the thought and
snuggled up to Poul a little closer.

   The film wasn't bad.  It was about this lady, who after a divorce from a
boring husband decided to get a job at an escort service.  Most of the film
was about the reaction of her friends when they find out.  Sofie's role was
to help her get going and provide the training.  She takes her along on a
date with a guy who wanted two ladies to accompany him and to spend the
night with him.  The main character chickens out, but watches Sofie as she
has to satisfy the guy's wishes on her own, taking the opportunity to teach
her pupil a thing or two.

   As had been rumoured, there wasn't much left to the imagination and
there wasn't any part of Sofie which we hadn't seen when her ten minutes of
fame was over.  She reappeared later, but then mostly decent.  Those ten
minutes were so hot.  I asked Poul to turn on the dildo at a slow speed as
the film was going on, but as neither of us wanted to miss anything we kept
the speed down.  We stared in disbelief at what Sofie was doing on the
screen.  I still can't believe that she did that.  Afterwards Poul was
practically stretching his pants to bursting point.  We were both very
agitated and even out of breath, and I didn't mind at all when the hand
Poul had around my shoulder moved my jacket to the side, revealing my very
excited nipples stretching the thin shirt.

   He tried to reach over to undo some of the buttons, but the movement was
very obvious, so I slipped a hand down the front and undid most of them
myself.  Poul's hand started to move the material aside, but I felt very
exposed to the people nearby so I turned more towards Poul.  However, as he
held on to the shirt, it just resulted in my breast being completely
exposed.  I looked down and saw, in scenes which had a lot of light just
how clearly visible the nipple was.  I just hoped that most of people would
be concentrating on the film, because Poul had now turned on the dildo to
almost full speed, and I had no intention of covering myself now.  Poul
kept looking at me rather than the film, and soon had the other breast
exposed as well.  I grabbed a nipple and started to massage it, losing
touch with the film and only concentrating on my own feelings.  I slipped
the cups of the bra all the way down so all of my breasts were exposed. 
Poul couldn't keep his hands off me and gave up the staring and started to
play with my nipples instead.  That gave me a free hand, which I used to
grab his dick and tried to stimulate him the best I could through the
material of his pants.

   As my excitement grew so did my frustration, because in a sideways
position, turned against Poul, it wasn't allowing the dildo to work on my
g-spot in the same way as in the restaurant.  I wanted an orgasm like the
last one, one that this time, I didn't have to hide.  I pulled the jacket
over my exposed breast as well as I could, and sat up straight watching the
movie.  But I didn't see much because now the dildo was working at its most
effective.  I sank down a bit to position the clit-stimulator better, and
soon the first warm waves started to roll in.  Poul was still staring at
me. I moved a hand to his crotch again and in doing so my jacket slipped
away baring the nipple of the breast closest to him.  I tried to move my
hand away from him to pull it back, as otherwise it would be very obvious
to the people on the side as I sat facing the screen.  Had they looked, I
wouldn't have been able to do anything to prevent people from seeing my
breast.  However, Poul pressed my hand on his dick long enough for me to
reach a state where I was losing it, and not caring about what people might
see.  Poul knew me well enough to know that I would soon reach the point of
no return.  As I leant all the way back in the seat, resting my head
against the high back with his other hand still around me, he moved the
other part of the jacket aside, exposing my other breast as well.  I knew
he had done it, but now the orgasm was starting to build momentum and I
didn't want it to stop.  I closed my eyes to forget about possible
onlookers, and the first contraction hit me hard.  I bent forward in the
seat, feeling how Poul's hand, holding on to the jacket, was almost pulling
it off me.  As the-clit stimulator dug itself into me, I started shaking
with a feeling so intense, that I had to throw myself back in the seat
again.  I could feel my breasts wobbling free as the next wave of
contractions hit me hard one after the other.  Soon I couldn't take it any
more, and turned sideways against Poul to minimise the effect of the dildo
which Poul still had going at high speed.  I begged him to stop it, but he
just grabbed a breast and started squeezing it and playing with the nipple.
In the new position the movements of the dildo were again bearable, and as
Poul bent down to kiss me on the mouth, I felt a second wave slowly
approaching.  In a less exposed position I didn't have to worry about other
people watching me, so I could let go and stretch out the next orgasm by
moving slightly and adjusting the effect the dildo had, and in that way
prolonging it as much as possible.  I don't know for how long I was coming
but it seemed to go on forever.  Finally I couldn't cope with it any more
and begged Poul to stop, which he finally did.  As the movements died down,
so did I almost.  I collapsed against Poul's chest and only saw the rest of
the film out of the corner of my eyes.  Sitting like this however, I
watched Jesper in the seats ahead turning around and looking at us.  I
wondered how often he had done that, but didn't really care - I was too
content and tired.

   I was half dosing and hadn't even noticed the film ending before the
lights came on.  I had a hard time getting decent without it being too
obvious, and only managed to do up a few buttons and close my jacket before
Jonas and Jesper came over.  Both were very excited and completely overcome
with admiration for Sofie.  They didn't seem to condemn her for being
willing to go along with an act like that - they just thought she was
magnificent.  I was wondering what it would be like for her the next time
she saw anybody from the audience who knew her.  I know I would feel very
strange, and I am not usually shy.  But I would soon find out, because we
were going to be with her at a New Year's party, only a couple of days
away.

   We stood inside the foyer of the cinema talking for a while, but when
Poul mentioned we were going to the discothèque afterwards, they all wanted
to come along.  I think Poul was quite pleased as he appeared to be very
interested in Jonas's wife's dress (or lack of it) which was now covered by
her fur coat.  This must have been disappointing for him, judging from the
way he hadn't been able to tear his eyes away before she put on the coat
(and No, I am not jealous, I just think it is fun to watch his reactions!).

   The discothèque was packed.  Judging from the number of couples dancing
close, they were probably mostly people who had seen the film as well, and
needed a bit of close body contact.  I certainly did, so as soon as we had
found a pair of seats and had a drink I got Poul on the floor.  I didn't
have to do much dancing before my excitement again became obvious to Poul.
I would have thought that he had wanted to turn on the dildo again, but he
didn't so we just had a slow and comfortable dance, where my frustration
slowly increased.  We were watching Jesper dancing with Jonas's wife.  Her
dress was so open at the sides, that most of her breasts were visible when
she put her hands up around Jesper's neck.  Poul had a hard time
concentrating on me, and I teased him a little.  But the teasing was soon
reversed, because when the dance was finished Poul elegantly switched
partners, so I was dancing with Jesper.  It wasn't long before I could see
Poul's hands on her sides touching her bare skin.  I don't know what got me
most excited, the way Jesper held me and rubbed against me, or watching
Poul.

   Soon however, we got separated by other dancers.  Jesper had his hands
on my sides under my jacket, carefully caressing the outside curves of my
breasts and I was starting to get really excited from the dildo inside me,
when I suddenly felt it go on again.  I couldn't see Poul anywhere, and
soon I couldn't look around either because I had to dig my face into
Jesper's shoulder in order to not show the obvious signs of excitement and
pleasure which were rolling in over me.

   I couldn't believe Poul was doing this to me.  That was really unfair;
he was practically pushing me right in the arms of Jesper.  Maybe so that
he could concentrate on his partner in peace?  I didn't know what to do.  I
couldn't just stand there up against Jesper and all of a sudden just twist
and shake as the orgasm hit me.  I guess I had to let him believe he was
doing it to me.  I twisted in his arms so that one of his hands touched the
front of a breast.  As he touched the hard nipples, I gasped letting him
know I was enjoying his touch.  He picked up the signal right away.  I
whispered in his ear that I was so excited from the film that I almost
couldn't stand dancing like this, it was too frustrating.  I could feel his
dick hardening and pushing against me, as his other hand found the other
breast under cover of the jacket.  Meantime, the dildo was working away and
I was finding it harder and harder to stay with the slow rhythm of the
music.  I started to gyrate my hips, grinding against his hardness.  He bit
my ear, and whispered that I was so hot.  If only he had known just how
hot! I moved a bit away from him so I could get a hand to my front and undo
my shirt buttons.  He looked down as my breasts emerged.  I pulled the
shirt apart, so it was only the jacket which shielded the view from the
other couples.  I put my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a
kiss as both his hands found a nipple to play with.  I soon had to stop
kissing as I felt the first small wave of a new orgasm approaching.  I
looked over his shoulder and saw Poul looking at me over his partner's
shoulder with a dirty big grin on his face.  I just closed my eyes and
concentrated on not making the oncoming orgasm too obvious to Jesper, but
as the first spasms started he moved a hand to my backside end and pulled
me hard against him.  I couldn't hide any longer what was happening, I was
just hoping that he thought it was his work on my breasts and nipples in
combination with my excitement from the film that was doing it to me.  I
almost pushed him over when the large contractions hit me.  I think I bit
his shoulder through his shirt.  As they subsided he pushed me away a bit
and looked down at my naked and very excited breasts which were bouncing
with the last shakes of my orgasm, and probably now quite apparent to any
other dancers who might happen to be looking.  I wondered afterwards what
he thought of me, being able to orgasm like that on a dance floor, just
from being touched on the breasts.  He pushed the half-bra back up covering
the bottom part of my breasts and carefully buttoned the shirt for me.  I
couldn't see Poul but he must have been watching and known my orgasm was
over because he turned off the dildo at just the right time.  I really
couldn't have coped with another double orgasm that night.

   I left Jesper at our table, went to the toilet and removed the dildo.  I
just couldn't cope with any more tonight, and I couldn't trust Poul not to
turn it on again at an awkward moment.  Fortunately I had my large business
handbag along so I had a place to put it; it would never have fitted into
my usual evening bag.  I was still dripping wet and the stain on my skirt
was quite apparent in the light of the toilet, but I didn't think it would
be visible in the low light of the discothèque.  Back at the table Poul was
deep in conversation with Jonas and his wife about restaurants in Paris, so
I ended up next to Jesper again.  He was very concerned about me and asked
if I was all right.  It wasn't long before he had a hand on my thigh, but
fortunately he never went any further.  He was actually very nice and we
had a good intimate discussion about sex, Sofie and marriages.  I felt very
relaxed and completely spent, so I was pleased that Jesper just wanted to
talk.  He might have had [PJ4]different ideas after the experience on the
dance floor.

   Poul and I had a lot to talk about when we finally got home.  We both
felt that it might be awkward the next time we saw Sofie, and also the next
time we saw Jesper.  However, we also agreed that that shouldn't prevent us
from seeing them anyway.  Finally we also agreed that the evening had been
unforgettable for both of us, and that we perhaps could find other times to
try it again.