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Since part 2 of this story is never going to find it's way here, I've
decided to just post the whole damn thing in one big lump.

Of course this contains mature subject matter with lots of steamy sex and
all that good stuff... consider yourself warned.


Copyright ©1998 Miss Behavin`. All rights reserved. No permission is
granted for reproduction in any manner.

----------------------

Batteries Included

She tapped on the door and waited for a response; none came.  Knocking a
little louder, she heard him call out, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Miranda,” she replied.

“Miranda?”

“Yes, Miranda.  Let me in, please.”

“My neighbor Miranda?”

“Yes!  How many people named Miranda do you know?” she hissed, getting
impatient.

“Hmmm, I only know one and she’s my neighbor.”

Miranda leaned her forehead against the door and sighed.  “Matt, open the
door, please; these groceries are getting heavy and I have a headache.”

She heard him pulling at chains and unlocking the deadbolts, and she stood
back up as he opened the door an inch and peered out.

“Miranda!” he said, as if it were some big surprise that she was standing
there.  He unlocked the last chain and swung the door open wide.  “Come in,
come in.  You shouldn’t be standing out in the hall with all those bags.”

She rolled her eyes as she walked by him and headed into the kitchen with
him trailing behind her.  Setting the bags on the counter, she turned to
look at him.

“Did you remember to eat today, Matt?”

“Uhmm, I think I did,” he said, a serious look crossing his face.  “Yeah, I
’m pretty sure I did.  I had hot dogs for breakfast and some cereal for
lunch.  I didn’t have any milk, so I ate it without and just pretended
there was milk in it.”

Miranda smiled.  “I bought extra milk this week since you seem to be going
through a lot of it.  Okay, help me put this stuff away.”

She opened up a set of cupboards and started unpacking the food, handing
him anything that needed to be put in the refrigerator.  Matt started
chatting about a new project he was working on, and she listened to him for
a while until his words started all running together in her mind and she
just about blocked him out.  As she lined up his cans of soup
alphabetically she thought about Matt.

She had moved into the apartment building five years ago and the first
person she had met was Matt.  Her apartment was directly across from his,
and as she and her friends moved in her belongings, Matt had peeked out the
door and watched them with great curiosity.  She had thought him slightly
weird when he started making comments about her furniture.  Not that he was
making judgement calls on her taste of furniture; no, he was talking about
what it was made out of and the chemical compounds of each particular
material.  She had tried to ignore him, but it was really hard to ignore
Matt for some reason.  It wasn’t that he was attractive or witty, but there
was something about him.

As time progressed, she started to have short conversations with him when
she would meet him in the hall.  They were never normal conversations about
the weather or something current in the news.  He was always asking her
about things that she threw away in her garbage, or if she would save her
old batteries and give them to him.  Once she was taking her garbage out
and the cord from a broken curling iron was hanging out of one of the bags.
She thought Matt was going to have a heart attack when he saw that she was
throwing it out.  She immediately surrendered the curling iron to him and
he hugged it to his chest and disappeared through his door.

“You bought me ice cream!” he said like an excited child.  She smiled at
him as he carefully put it in his freezer.

Matt was probably about 25 years old, maybe younger.  She had never
received a definite answer when she inquired.  To look at him, you’d think
that he was some malnourished junkie, but he wasn’t that at all.  Matt was
actually an extremely intelligent guy who had more important things on his
mind than eating or getting his hair cut.  Miranda had actually discovered
the inner Matt, and the more she got to know him, the more she appreciated
his brilliance and overlooked his idiosyncrasies.

She closed the cupboard doors and turned around, folding one of the bags
while she watched Matt line up the yogurt in alphabetical order.  She had
heard other people refer to him as "that retard in apartment 3A", and
feelings of rage had built up inside her.  They would never know how
brilliant he really is, because they would never take the time to find out.

“I finished my project today and shipped it off,” he stated, standing up
and closing the fridge door.  “I also received a bunch of checks from
Hastier, Inc., for something.”

“They still owed you the last 2 payments on your reengineering of their
inventory system.  I wrote them a very nice but firm letter, so hopefully
they’ve paid up.”
Matt shrugged and smiled as Miranda rolled her eyes.  “You sign them and I’
ll drop them off at the bank tomorrow.”

He sat at the table and started scribbling his name across the checks.  As
he signed each one, he handed it to her, and she went through his invoice
book and marked it paid.

“You really should keep better records, Matt.  How about taking some time
and whipping up a quick program where we can keep track of all this stuff
on the computer?”

She asked him this several times a month, and he always just smiled and
said he would get to it after he finished the jobs that paid.  Tucking the
checks into her pocket, she thought about Matt’s jobs that paid.  They not
only paid him, but they paid him very well.  He was an independent software
contractor and was quite well known in the field.  He had told her that he
once had tried to work for a software company but had problems following
their rules.  He couldn’t work 9 to 5.  Sometimes he would work 23 hours in
a row, then sleep for 4 or 5 hours, and work another 23 hours.  Other times
he would not work for a couple of days, and then he would go back at it,
fast and furious.

As they became friends, Miranda started stopping by every other day and
seeing if he needed anything.  At first she would just pick up some milk or
bread for him, and then she found that she was picking up his groceries.
Soon after that, she found that she was doing his banking for him, because
she once found over $6,000.00 worth of checks sitting on his table along
with a few thousand dollars worth of bills.  Together they had gone through
the bills and readied them for payment, and the next day she took his
checks to the bank and deposited them into his account.  Matt had told her
that he used to have someone who helped him with all his “stuff”, but he
wouldn’t discuss who it was or why that person was no longer helping him.

Miranda rubbed her temples and tried to focus on the papers in front of
her.

“Another headache?” Matt asked, looking at her with a very concerned face.

She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head back, still rubbing her
temples.  “I think it’s the same one; way too much tension in my life and
not enough sex.”

“Miranda!” Matt gasped and snickered.

She looked at him and smiled, “Sorry, Matt, just stating the facts.”

“Way too much information,” he said, staring at her.  “But, then again, you
are a woman in your very early thirties, which means you’re at your sexual
peek.  Your hormones are probably running high.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” she said glumly.

“Hey!  I have something that might help you!” he said, jumping out of his
chair and taking off down the hall.

“Help my lack of sex problem?” she called out and could just about hear him
blushing when he yelled back that that was gross.

Reluctantly, she pulled herself out of the chair and followed him.  His
living room was not really a living room.  It was filled with desks covered
with computers and printers.  He had 7 computers, and all the desks were in
a big circle so he could flit from one to another on his rolling chair.  He
had removed the carpet so he could move quickly from one desk to another.
She moved down the bare hall and turned into the larger of the two bedrooms
where Matt kept his “inventions”.

“Geeze, Matt, this room looks worse than ever.  I think you should just
close the door and condemn it!”

Matt was either ignoring her or he didn’t hear her as he searched through
piles of wires and cables, mumbling to himself.  Miranda looked around the
room at what would have been a garage sale nightmare.  He had boxes of
unidentifiable items piled high along one wall, and his homemade workbench
was filled with gadgets and tools.  It was incredible to her that his
 “real” workspace was so clean and organized and his “play” space was such
a mess.  It was like the difference between night and day.

“Aha, here it is!” he said, gathering up two little pieces in his hands and
holding them out to her.

“What the hell is it?” she asked, picking one of the pieces up and studying
it.  It was about an inch long and maybe half an inch thick.  An outer
coating of clear pink, rubbery plastic covered what appeared to be a silver
metal cylinder.  She turned it over in her hand to see that on the other
side the plastic was molded into a suction cup.  She looked at him and
raised an eyebrow.

He laughed.  “Let me explain.”  He took it out of her hand.  “Okay, say you
feel tension in the back of your neck.  You take this little part and… hmm,
stick out your tongue.”

“I feel tension in my neck so I should stick out my tongue?”

“No, uhmm, just stick out your tongue.”

She shrugged and stuck out her tongue and he rubbed the suction cup against
it.

“Ewww,” she gagged, “don’t put that thing in my mouth; I don’t know where
it’s been!”

He moved behind her and pushed her blonde hair over her shoulder.  Suddenly
she felt something wet and cold on the base of her neck.  It wasn’t heavy;
it just felt kind of strange.

“Now,” he said, “here is the beauty of this little machine.”

She watched as he turned a dial on a little black box and suddenly her neck
began to vibrate, startling her for a second.  He turned the dial more and
looked at her as the vibrations became stronger.

“Mmmm, Matt, that actually feels pretty good.”

He handed her the little controller, "Here, you can borrow it.  I have to
warn you though, I've noticed that when it's near most kinds of electronic
equipment, like a computer or something, it tends to have a mind of its
own."

Miranda wasn't really listening as she turned the dial up higher and felt
the vibrations run through her body, causing quite a sensation.

She smiled at Matt; "Well, I better get home.  Thanks for this thing."

After he closed the door behind her, she heard him doing up all of the
chains and locks.  She smiled to herself as she unlocked her door and
entered her own apartment.

~~~

She was reading a budget report when Rob walked into her office and flopped
in one of the chairs on the other side of her desk.  She looked up from her
report and smiled at him.

"Hey."

"Hi, gorgeous, how are ya?" he said, smiling as he stretched out in the
chair.

"Fighting a headache still, but otherwise I'm top notch."  She smiled at
him, studying his light blue eyes behind his gold-framed glasses.

"Did you take some Aspirin?" he asked.

"Yup, didn't help," she replied, thinking about how much she'd like to be
running her fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

"Getting lots of sleep?"

"Yup, nothing else happening in my bed," she said, smirking.

He grinned and her heart fluttered.  They had been friends for about 6
months now and kind of dating for the past 2 months; the sexual tension
between them was electrifying.  Rob had opened his own law firm 7 months
previously in the office space directly across the hall from where she ran
her little printing business, and he was always coming over to make
photocopies -- or so he said.  He had worked for a large firm of almost 20
years when he decided to pack it in and go out on his own.  Although he had
made partner, it just wasn’t what he saw himself doing for the rest of his
life, so when he turned 40 he decided to make the change.

Miranda and her assistant, Jessie, had watched Rob move in with great
curiosity, and after all of his things were moved in, they went over and
visited him, telling him that it was a “welcome to the building” visit,
although it was actually a fact-finding mission.  They found no pictures of
a wife and kids, and he wasn’t wearing a wedding band.  After further
investigation they found out that he was single, so that made him fair
game.

Jessie figured that she should get first dibs at him since she was 37 and
now single.  She said that, since she was closer to his age, that that made
her the number one candidate.  Miranda was 33 and had a much better chance
of "hooking one on the outside”, Jessie explained to her one day.  Miranda
had only laughed and told her to “go for it”, although she admitted to
herself that if Jessie actually succeeded, she would have been very
disappointed.

As it turned out, Jessie did not succeed, and Miranda never bothered
trying.  She didn’t have to; she and Rob had hit it off right away.  So
far, there had been nothing sexual between them, which definitely explained
the tension.

“Maybe you need to lose at poker again,” he smirked, putting his hands
behind his head and looking at her smugly.

Miranda tossed the paper she was holding onto her desk and leaned over,
smiling at him.  “I believe I still owe you something from the game two
weeks ago.”

“Why, yes, I believe you do, young lady," he said.  "And I have a signed
document saying that you'll do anything I tell you to do."

Miranda blinked.  "I don't think so, Counselor.  I think I'm supposed to
buy you a drink or sleep with you or something."

"No, no... it's true," he said as he pulled his wallet out of his back
pocket and dug around until he pulled out a small piece of paper and handed
to her.  Miranda took the paper and unfolded it.

"Read it out loud," Rob suggested.

"Okay, let's see.  I, Miranda Robertson, being of sound mind and utterly
sexy body…"  She laughed and looked up at him.  "Who wrote this?"

"You dictated and I wrote it since you were mildly inebriated."

"Oh, that would explain why I don't remember it, huh?  Okay, uhmmm, sound
mind and utterly sexy body, do solemnly swear that I shall abide by the
orders given to me by my... are you sure I said all this?"

Rob and nodded and smiled.  "Continue, please."

"Sheesh!  …given to me by my soon-to-be Master, Robert James, who is not
only of sound mind but one fucking sexy body.  I will do as he asks for the
period of 8 hours."

Miranda looked up at Rob who was grinning from ear to ear.  "I don't think
this is going to hold up in court.  I mean, I was drunk and you took
advantage of my state."

Rob sat up and leaned his elbows on her desk, dropping his chin in his
hands.  "I have 4 paid witnesses from said poker game that will swear you
were definitely of sound mind and -- I can add myself -- utterly sexy body,
Miranda."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "What exactly do you have in mind?"

The phone rang and she excused herself to answer it as Rob continued to
stare at her.  As much as she wanted to make it look like she was going to
contest that little piece of paper, she was actually excited about being
some sort of a slave to Rob.

"Oh, hi, Matt; what's up?"

"I wanted to know if you still have the device I gave you yesterday for
your headache?  I have this cool idea on how to upgrade it."

"Uhmmm, I don't know Matt, let me check my purse."

She put Matt on hold and fetched her purse from where she had tossed it
that morning on a chair.  Sitting back down at her desk, she started
pulling its contents out as Rob watched with amusement.

"Does one woman really need that many tubes of lipstick at once?" he
questioned.

Miranda shot him a look and pulled out Matt's device, as he called it.  She
picked up the phone and pushed the line.  "Yup, I have it right here with
me, Matt.  I can drop it off when I get home if you want."

"Thanks, Miranda!  I've got this really cool idea.  I'm gonna take the..."
Matt's voice trailed off as she stared over at Rob who was staring back and
smiling at her.  He pointed to the device and held his hand out.

"That sounds great Matt... uh, huh..."  She dropped both pieces into Rob's
outstretched hand and leaned back in her chair, recrossing her legs as she
closed her eyes.  It was no use trying to tell Matt that she was busy or
couldn't talk right now, because he'd just continue talking anyway.

Rob studied the little black control box and turned the dial.  Suddenly the
other piece started to vibrate in his hand; the more he turned the dial,
the more it vibrated.  Rob smiled to himself as he set the controller on
Miranda's desk and started walking around the room with the cylinder held
tightly in his palm, vibrating.

"Matt, I really need to... uh, huh..."

Rob smiled and walked out of Miranda's office to the front door and then
over to Jessie's desk.

"How are ya, Jess?" he asked, squeezing his palm.

Jessie looked up and smiled, "I'd be better if you'd tell me that you
wanted to toss me on the floor and make wild passionate love to me."  Rob
laughed and smiled.
"No, huh?" she said, smiling back at him.  "Well, in that case, I think
I'll go out and grab something to eat."  She grabbed her purse and stood
up, straightening her long skirt.

"Enjoy," Rob said and moved back, opening the door.

"Trying to get rid of me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not!" he said, trying to put on his best 'shocked expression'.

Jessie laughed, mumbled 'yah, right' and headed out the door.  Rob watched
her as she walked down the hall and into the elevator.  He squeezed his
hand tight over the little cylinder as it continued to vibrate in his hand.

>From inside her office, he could still hear Miranda talking to Matt and he
smiled.  Opening the door, he walked across the hall to his small office
and sat behind the front desk where, if he had a full time secretary, she
would sit.  The vibrations in his hand hadn't lessened any, and that made
him grin mischievously.  He pulled himself out of the chair and headed back
across the hall.

When he had first moved in, it had been hard to get used to the hall walls
being totally made of glass.  All of the offices had blinds, which could
easily make them private.  At first, Rob left his closed all the time, but
soon he started opening them in the morning and left them that way.  He
liked sitting in the outer office and looking across the hall as Miranda
walked around, talking to customers or Jessie.  Sometimes she just paced
back and forth when she was thinking, and he found that the most
distracting of all.  He'd watch her long legs as she paced, and then he
would slowly scan up her body until his eyes settled on her beautiful face.
She looked very lost when she was thinking; she completely tuned out the
rest of the world and concentrated, which made it easy for him to stare at
her without her knowing it.

He entered her office and sat back down in the chair across from her desk.
Picking up the controller, he spun the dial until the vibrations stopped.

"That really sounds perfect, Matt, but, honey, I really need to go; a
customer just came in and needs to be serviced."

Rob stifled a laugh as Miranda looked at him and grinned.  "Okay, I'll see
you when I get home.  Bye, Matt."  She hung up the phone and rubbed her
ear.  "That boy goes from one extreme to another.  One day you have to
force him to talk, and then next day you're looking for the duct tape for
his mouth."

Rob laughed and smiled at her as he leaned back in his chair and openly
studied her face.

"What?" she asked.

"I thought you were going to service me," he said.  "I mean, it would be a
shame to lie, especially to Matt."

"And just how may I be of service to you, Counselor?" she asked, leaning
over her desk.

"Well, Missy, you can start by paying off this debt that you owe me.  I
mean, it's been a couple of weeks now and your account is still
outstanding.  I'd hate to have to take legal action against you."

Miranda frowned.  "Gee, I'd hate to get that kind of a reputation.  You
know, as someone who doesn't pay up.  Plus, I don't know any really good
lawyers."

Rob nodded in agreement, ignoring her last comment.  "So are you going to
pay up, or what?"

"Depends on the price," she said, her blue eyes shining at him.

"What is this thing?" he asked, pointing to the device.

"Ahhh, well, that is one of Matt's infamous inventions.  He gave it to me
last night for my headache."  Rob gave her a quizzical look and she
continued.  "There is a little suction cup on one side of the pink thing,
and you lick it and stick it to wherever ails you, and then turn on the
controller and the pain goes away after being vibrated out of your body.  I
highly recommend it."

"Vibration can be a good thing," Rob said, smiling innocently.

"Depends on how charged your batteries are," Miranda shot back, smiling
broadly at him.

"Oh, Baby, you know my batteries are included, therefore the Energizer
Bunny has nothing on me."  He picked up the piece of paper off her desk.
"Actually this states that you'll do anything I tell you to do; there are
no conditions save running naked down the street and screaming "take me",
which I won't have you do for the simple fact that I don't want you
offering yourself to anyone but me."

She laughed, "What do you have in mind then?"

"You have to do whatever I ask, correct?"

"Within reason, I will."

Rob smiled.  "Oh, I think this is very reasonable, Miranda, and the best
part is that you really don't have to do anything after the initial setup."

She raised a brow and wondered just what the hell he was talking about.  He
sat up in his chair and picked up the little cylinder off her desk and held
it out to her.  She took it and looked at him, confused.

"And?" she asked.

Rob took the controller and sat back in his chair, putting his hands behind
his head and grinning at her.

"That's your half and this is mine," he said, showing her the controller.

"And?" she questioned, feeling kind of slow for not getting what he was
talking about.

"And you're going to wear that part," he said.

"Wear it?  Wear it where?  I think..."  Her mind popped into pervert mode.
He couldn't possibly mean… no.  She looked over at him and didn't say a
word.  If what she was thinking was correct, she wanted to hear him say it.

"Where?"

"Yes, Robert; where am I to wear this?" she whispered.

He moved forward and leaned on the edge of her desk, looking her directly
in the eye.  "You're going to take that little device and slip it into your
panties.  But it's not just going to ‘sit’ there.  You're going to slide it
between your pussy lips and place it against your clit."

Miranda blinked and squeezed her thighs together at the thought.   Rob had
never been so forward with her before; she'd never even heard him swear.
This was definitely a turn-on.  He continued, "And then you're going to do
whatever it is that you had planned to do today."

Miranda looked at him and blinked.  It wasn't what he was saying that
shocked her; it was that it was Rob who was saying it to her.  Up until
this point in time they had tossed a lot of sexual innuendoes back and
forth, but this was an entirely new ballgame.

"That's it?" she asked.  It seemed a little too easy.

"Yup, that's it," Rob said, smiling at her.

"Okay, well, I'll just pop down to the ladies room and do it so we can
continue on with our day."

Rob shook his head.  "I don't think so; I'm going to need some proof that
you've actually placed it where I've requested."

"Proof, huh?" she said.  She could feel her body getting warm at the
thought of his hands all over her body.  "What kind of proof?"

"The ‘seeing is believing’ kind of proof.  After all, I am a lawyer."

Miranda leaned over her desk and studied his handsome face.  "Has it
occurred to you, Counselor, that we haven't even really even kissed
efore  -- I mean a passionate-make-me-melt kiss -- and now you want a
viewing of my naked body?"

Rob stood up and walked around her desk.  Reaching down, he grabbed the
arms of her chair and gave it a half-spin until she was facing him.
Leaning down, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips softly.
He inhaled her sweet fragrance as his lips pressed harder against hers.
Miranda tilted her head back, running her tongue between his lips, feeling
the heat of his hands against her face.  Rob opened his mouth, slipping his
tongue between her lips, their tongues meeting and stroking each other as
their lips mashed together.  Miranda moaned against his mouth and Rob
pulled away, turned her chair back and then returned back to where he was
sitting before.

"Consider yourself officially kissed," he said, trying not to smile at the
stunned look on her face.

She looked down at the cylinder and then at Rob, "You're serious, aren't
you?"

"Very."

Miranda looked around.  Was she really about to do this?  Which panties did
she wear today?  Rob was staring at her, his eyes burning her skin, and she
could still feel the heat of his kiss against her lips.

"Shall I close the blinds and lock the door?"  He stood up and smiled.

"Where's Jessie?" she whispered.

"She went out for lunch about half and hour ago," Rob whispered back,
completely amused.

"Just close my door then.  Jessie will get suspicious if she comes back and
the front door is locked."

"This'll only take a minute, Miranda, and you know that Jessie could never
do a half-hour lunch break.  We'll be lucky if she's back in an hour."

Rob looked out into the outer office and then closed the door.  He turned
and looked at one uncomfortable-looking Miranda.  There was something about
her that almost made you want to put her into a position like this.  She
was a very strong-willed person who you just wanted to see taking orders
for a change.  He smiled softly at her.  Of course, had she said that she
wouldn't do it -- had she really not wanted to do it -- he would have known
and dropped the idea.

"I'm not sure how to go about this," she said honestly.  She could feel
herself getting wet just at the thought of doing this -- the thought of Rob
that close to her.

"Let's see," he pretended to ponder the situation.  "How about hiking up
that skirt and sitting up on your desk?  I can work around your panties."

She took a deep breath and moved to the front of her desk.  She knew why he
was doing this.  He had mentioned several times before about her need to
always be in control and, admittedly, it was true.  He wanted to see how
she fared on the other side of the tracks.

Rob sat back down in the chair and she stood in front of him, taking the
hem of her skirt and slowly pulling it up over her hips.  She watched him
watching her hem rise and thought she'd be seeing his pants doing the same
soon.  He was mesmerized as the material slowly moved up her thighs.  She
had gorgeous legs and her thighs were shapely and firm.  Miranda pulled the
skirt up around her waist, watching Rob's face as she uncovered her little
black sheer panties.  She knew that he would be seeing that she had no
pubic hair, and she wondered what he would think of that.  She could feel
her pussy slowly dripping and wetting the crotch of her panties.  One rub
of her clit and she was thought she would probably cum on the spot.

"Oh, right," she said, "I'm supposed to be sitting on my desk."  Slowly,
she backed herself against the desk and sat up on it, spreading her knees
wide apart.  There was something about the situation that was so sexy -- so
dangerous -- so very sensuous.

Rob was staring at her panties, feeling his cock twitching in his briefs.
He wasn't even sure he could move.  Through the sheerness of her panties he
could see her bare pussy lips, and now he couldn't take his eyes off them.
He fought the urge to move the material aside and slide his tongue up
between those glossy lips.  He could see what the situation was doing to
her by the wetness shining through her panties.

"Rob?"

"God, you're beautiful, Miranda," he said without thinking about what he
was saying.

"Thanks, but Rob, I have a meeting in 15 minutes, and I'd prefer that Mr.
Patterson not see my on my desk with my legs spread.  He's hard enough to
fend off when I'm fully dressed."

Rob broke out of his trance and pulled his chair over between her legs.
With a slightly shaking hand, he picked up the cylinder off the desk and
rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.  He looked up and her and
smiled, melting when she smiled so innocently back at him.

"I guess I have to wet this, huh?"

"Check again Mr. James, I believe the point of contact is already wet
enough."

Rob decided to take her up on that offer and check.  He hooked his finger
around the side of the crotch of her panties and pulled the thin material
over to the side.  He caught his breath and his mouth felt dry.  His cock
was doing flips inside of his pants, and he tried to ignore its pleas for
release.  Very lightly, he ran his finger down between her lips and his
finger moved between them very easily.  She was right; she was definitely
wet enough.  He pushed his finger in deeper, slipping it up until the pad
of his finger touched her clit and he felt her body tremble.

Miranda leaned back on her hands, tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
How embarrassing would it be to cum from a single touch?  His finger slid
up and down slowly, ever so gently.  A faint moan escaped her lips as she
felt him spread her lips apart and press the cylinder between them.

Rob pressed the suction cup side against her clit and then released her
lips.  The cylinder stuck out a little and looked like a swollen clit
sticking out.  His cock was throbbing in his pants and screaming to get out
as he moved her panties back over her pussy and covered it up.  He pushed
his chair back and watched as Miranda slid off her desk and pulled her
skirt back down, swaying her hips back and forth.

"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual.

"Well, it's going to take a little while to get used to," she said as she
tested walking around.  Her panties were tight against her pussy and would
probably hold the cylinder in place -- or at least she hoped they would.
It might be kind of hard to explain something like that dropping out of her
skirt.  She walked around her desk and felt it rubbing against her clit.

After sitting down, she crossed her legs and pulled herself up under her
desk.  Looking at Rob, she smiled as she watched him wiggle around in his
chair.  She could see the effect that she had had on him.

"You realize that I'm going to have a hundred silent orgasms today," she
said.

"Oh, Miranda, don't make them all silent, please."  His face looked very
serious as he stood up and leaned over her desk.  "I want at least the last
10 to be very loud and in my ear."  He leaned over further and kissed her
softly before standing up and walking over to the door.  After unlocking
it, he swung it open and then turned back to her, "At least 10," he
repeated before he walked out, smiling to himself.

Jessie surprised him as she walked in the door just as he was about to
leave.  He grinned at her and slipped out the door with his hand in his
pocket, slowly rubbing the little controller with his thumb.

~~

"These are very good, Mike, but let me suggest this."  Miranda quickly took
a copy of his sketch and made a few changes to his very rough work.  She
liked it when clients showed her what they wanted, but she had to be very
careful not to step on their feelings when she changed it all around.  They
sat in the outer office at a big round table so they could spread all of
the artwork around and not have to worry about losing any of it on
Miranda's desk.  She crossed her legs and leaned against the table.

Rob looked up from his file.  Miranda was drawing out something; her pencil
was flying across a piece of paper as the guy sitting across from her
appeared to be trying to look down her blouse.  He smiled; it was time.

>From his pocket he removed the controller and held it in the palm of his
hand.  Pressing his thumb against the dial, he started to turn it slowly.
His eyes never left her as he continued to move the dial, very slowly.  He
could tell the precise second that it connected, because she jumped and
then tried to collect herself.  Rob smiled; it was going to be a very good
day.

"Something wrong?" Mike Patterson asked, staring at Miranda and wondering
why she had jumped.  She had moved and ruined his view of the tops of her
breasts.

"No, I'm fine -- just a sharp pain in my side.  I guess I ate lunch too
fast."  She smiled at him to reassure him that she was indeed fine, when
she really wasn't.  The cylinder was vibrating hard against her clit,
making her want to pull up her skirt and drive two fingers into her pussy
and finger fuck herself into one mind-blowing orgasm.  Instead she
tightened her thighs and went back to work.  She knew Rob was watching her
from his office and decided that if she ignored the divine vibrations that
were seeping into her body that maybe he would give up and turn it off.
Seconds later it stopped and she grinned.

"Okay, let's see how this looks."  Miranda picked up the paper she had been
working with and went over to the copier and made a copy of it and handed
it to Mike.  She leaned over the desk beside him and pointed out why she
made certain changes.  Just as she was about to stand up again, Rob turned
the dial to full power and she felt her knees go weak and she let out a
loud moan.

Mike jumped out of his chair and Jesse came running over to her.

"Are you okay?" Jesse asked, rubbing her back.

The vibrations shot through her body and she bent over, holding the table
for support.  As her legs weakened, she squeezed her thighs together and
tried to fight her pending orgasm.  The vibrations stopped and then started
again; over and over, faster and faster, Rob turned the dial off and on
quickly.

"Oh, God!" Miranda whispered.

"Miranda, are you okay?  Do you need..." Jessie's voice trailed off as
Miranda squeezed her eyes shut tight and her body began to shake
uncontrollably.  The wave washed through her body, and when she tried to
stand back up, her head started to spin.  Mike helped her sit down as
Jessie ran to the water cooler and got her a drink.  She handed the paper
cup to Miranda and studied her face carefully.

"What's up with you?  What did you have for lunch?"

Miranda ignored Jessie and Mike and glanced across the hall to see Rob
sitting behind the front desk, studying the papers on the desk in front of
him.  She could see him grinning and wanted to go over there and wipe that
grin off his face.  He was going to pay for that one.

"I'm fine," she said, returning her attention to the two concerned faces
looking at her.  Mike was looking at her kind of strangely and she was
afraid to ask him why.  Could he tell that she just came?

"Okay, let's try this again, Mike.  I suggest that we move this smaller
text down to the bottom of the card and..."  The vibrations started again
and her head began to spin.

"And what?"

"And..."

The vibrations stopped and then started again harder.  The cylinder pounded
against her pussy, sending sensations to every nerve ending in her body.

"Would you excuse me for a moment?" she asked Mike.  He nodded and she
stood up and walked slowly into her office, closing the door behind her.
Sitting behind her desk, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Are we having fun?" she hissed before he could say anything.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I certainly am.  Actually, by the look
on your face a few minutes ago, you were definitely having fun."

"Rob, I can't think when you turn that thing on."

"Like this?"  He turned the dial and Miranda moaned loudly over the phone.
Rob felt his cock twitching again and moved his hand down over it and
started to rub it under the desk.

"Stop that!" she hissed as she leaned back in her chair and spread her
legs.  She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her fingers against her drenched
panties.

"Was it a good orgasm, Miranda?" he asked softly.

"There's such a thing as a bad one?"

Rob laughed; she had a point there.  "What are you doing over there?  Your
breathing is a little ragged."

"If you must know, I'm sitting in my chair with my legs spread and I'm
rubbing my pussy."

"Mmmmm," he whispered, "Now move the material over and push a finger into
your wet pussy, Baby."  He shifted around in his chair and wished he had
closed the blinds.

Miranda moved the crotch over and slipped one finger between her lips and
pressed it inside.  She moaned as her finger entered.

"Now another one," Rob whispered from the other end of the phone.

Miranda shoved another finger into her pussy and felt it contract around
them.  She pressed her thumb against the cylinder as her fingers moved
deeper into her wetness.

"Now fuck yourself, Miranda."

"Oh, God," she moaned as she started pumping her fingers in and out of her
pussy.  She moaned and fucked herself faster and harder, moaning and
whimpering into the phone as Rob whispered into her ear, listening to her
breathing speed up.

"Cum for me, Miranda.  Cum for me, Baby."  The sounds of her moans and
whimpers were driving him insane.  He was starting to wonder how good of an
idea this was exactly.  His desire to drive her over the brink was
backfiring as he could barely hold himself back from cumming with her.

"Oh!" Miranda moaned and then the phone dropped onto the floor.  She leaned
further in her chair, spreading her legs farther apart and driving her
fingers into her cunt so hard she could hear the sounds of her fingers
slapping against her pussy.  "Oh, God..." she moaned as her pussy muscles
tightened around her fingers, and she bit her lip as her body started to
shake.  Her moans were picked up fine by the phone, and Rob rubbed his cock
harder through his pants, his eyes closed as he imagined her cumming.  He
shook himself out of his dreamy state as he heard her pick up the phone,
panting slightly.

"I have to get back out there," she whispered and hung up the phone before
he could answer.

She walked out the door, hoping that they didn't hear her in there.  Jessie
raised an eyebrow and went back to her desk.  Mike was standing, holding
his briefcase in his hand.

"We'll go with what you mapped out, Miranda," he said, smiling at her.
"I'll just be going now.  I think maybe you should go home and get some
rest; you look a little flushed."

"I'm sorry, Mike.  I think you're right.  Maybe I've caught the flu or
something."  As she talked to him, she looked over at Rob who grinned and
waved at her.  After Mike left, she looked over at Jessie.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing, Miranda.  Nothing at all."

"Oh, come on, Jessie.  You've got something on your mind, so speak!"

Jessie spun around in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.  "You
had sex with Rob, didn't you?  You've got that ‘just fucked’ look all over
your face."

"I did not have sex with Rob!"

Jessie narrowed her eyes.  "Then why do you look like that?"

"I don't look like anything!  You have a very overactive imagination.  Now
I'm going back to work, and you should do the same."  Miranda turned on her
heel and walked back into her office, sitting in her chair and staring at
the wall.  She sighed and flicked on her computer.  As the system booted
up, the cylinder started to vibrate again.

"You just don't give up, do you?" she said to Rob, who was nowhere around.

She logged in and started working on a project that was almost due, the
cylinder vibrating happily between her pussy lips.  She shifted in her
chair, fighting the urge to hike her skirt up again.

"You busy?"

She jumped when she heard his voice behind her.  She turned to see Rob
leaning against her doorframe, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"Very.  Did you have an appointment?"

He moved inside her office and sat in one of her visitor chairs.  He looked
at his watch and then back at her.  "Actually, you still owe me over 6
hours, so… yah, I have a very long appointment."

"Do you think you'd be kind enough to turn this thing off for about an hour
or so and let me recover?"

Rob pulled the controller out of his pocket and studied it.  "It's off; you
must be having aftershocks," he said, grinning.

The vibrations against her swollen clit were definitely not aftershocks of
any kind.

"I'm not kidding, Rob, it's vibrating like crazy."

"I don't know, Miranda; this thing is off.  Maybe it couldn't handle all
that moisture."

"Very funny," she said, wiggling around in her chair.  She then remembered
Matt saying something about electronic equipment setting it off and asked
Rob if that were possible.

"I'm a lawyer, Miranda; what the hell do I know?"

"Good point."

"I don't suppose you'd be interesting in having lunch with me?" he asked,
smiling at her as he watched her wiggle around in her chair.  "Maybe we
could grab a hotdog and eat in an electronics store or something."

"Oh, you're so damn funny," she said, turning off her computer and standing
up.  The vibrations stopped and she relaxed.  "Let's go.  It's not like
I'll be able to get anything done here anyway."

She grabbed her purse and walked around her desk, rubbing herself against
Rob as she moved out the door.  Rob chuckled and followed her, watching the
gentle sway of her hips.

"And where do you think you're going?" Jessie asked, glaring at the two of
them.

Miranda coughed, "Rob is going to take me home.  I don't feel well enough
to drive.  You know, flu and all."

Jessie wasn't buying the story, but she smiled and nodded.  "Well, you take
care, Miranda, and I hope for your sake that he has a good bedside manner."

Miranda rolled her eyes and headed out the door, hearing Rob laughing as he
followed her down the hall to the elevator.

"She knows, you know," he said as he pushed the button for the underground
parking level.

"No!  She knows that we're going for lunch?  My God, Rob, what if she tells
other people that we eat together?"  She smiled sweetly at him.

Rob leaned against the elevator wall, his hand in his pocket and he turned
the dial on full and he watched, as Miranda's eyes grew large.

"Meanie," she moaned as the door opened and three businessmen entered the
elevator.

All three turned their backs to Rob and Miranda and stared at the elevator
door.  Rob smiled at Miranda and turned the controller off and then flicked
it back on again.  She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the
wall, feeling her body responding again to the vibrations.  When she
squeezed her thighs together, the feeling became more intense and she
moaned softly.

Rob watched with amusement as the three men tried to look behind them
without looking obvious.  Miranda was moaning softly and none of the men
could resist turning their heads and looking at her.  Rob couldn't stop
looking at her.

Her chest was heaving slightly, her breasts rising and falling beneath her
silk blouse as her hands gripped the hand railing.  He could see her legs
pressed tightly together as her hips rocked back and forth slightly.  Eyes
closed and lips slightly parted, she tilted her head back farther and
moaned a little louder.

One of the men looked at Rob.  "Is she okay?"

"Oh, sure," Rob responded, moving over to Miranda and wrapping his arms
around her waist.  "She's just got the flu -- a very nasty one."

"Oh," was all the guy said, as the door opened and they all quickly stepped
out.

Rob held Miranda close to him, rubbing her back as her arms went around his
neck and she rubbed against him, moaning.  The doors closed as the elevator
made its way down to the lower parking.

Rob slipped his hands down to her ass and pulled her hard against him.  He
squeezed her cheeks as he ground his cock against her.  Miranda moaned, her
hands flying up to the back of his head and pulling at his hair.

"Does that feel good, Baby?" he asked, rubbing himself harder against her
as his hands slipped under her skirt and made contact with her skin.

"Uh, huh," she whimpered and pulled on his hair.  "I'm going to cum."

He slipped his fingers under her panties and down her ass cheeks until they
made contact with her dripping pussy.  He could feel how powerful the
vibrations were as her lips vibrated against his fingers.

"Cum, Baby," he ordered as he shoved a finger up between her lips and into
her pussy.  Her cunt contracted around his finger and her body shook
violently against his as she let out a scream.

He continued to rub her pussy until her body became limp against his.

"Oh, God," she whispered, slowly releasing him.  She looked up at him, her
eyes completely unfocused.  "I can't take much more of this, Rob."

"Sure you can," he whispered, kissing her forehead.  "You have only just
begun."

~~~

Miranda leaned her head back against the headrest of the passenger seat and
closed her eyes.  She felt exhausted and miraculously horny at the same
time.  She wanted Rob.  She wanted him to fuck her until she begged for
mercy.  They drove to the outskirts of the city and pulled up in front of a
little Italian restaurant.

"I hope you're hungry," he said, turning off the car.  "This place makes
the most amazing food, and they give you enough to feed an army."

Miranda smiled at him and said she was starving.  Her body had almost
returned to normal although she really wanted to take off her wet panties.
They walked into the restaurant hand in hand and were greeted by the
hostess, who showed them to a little booth in the corner.  There were a few
other customers, but the place wasn't busy.  Miranda looked at her watch
and figured that a lot of people wouldn't be eating at three in the
afternoon.

They ordered drinks and studied the menu.  Actually, Miranda studied the
menu and Rob studied Miranda.  From the moment he had first met her, he
knew that he had found the woman of his dreams.  Yah, she was stubborn and
could be controlling, but those traits worked with the rest of her
personality.  She was also kind-hearted and generous to a fault.  After a
failed marriage, the last thing he wanted to do was rush into a
relationship.  He didn't want to wreck this one, which is why he made sure
they took things very slowly.

They had lunch and dinner together, they went to movies and social
functions, and twice a month they played poker with mutual friends.  He
found himself falling in love with her and could no longer fight it.  After
being married to the same woman for 15 years, the thought of having sex
with someone else actually scared him.  He had fallen into that "sexual
comfort zone" and wondered if he could actually satisfy another woman -- if
he could satisfy this lusty woman sitting across from him.  From what he
had seen so far, he was pretty sure he was the man for the job.

"What are you going to have?" he asked, setting his menu down and deciding
that he would have whatever she ordered.

"The fettuccine, definitely," she said, picking up her glass of white wine
and taking a sip.

"What a coincidence," he said, "that's exactly what I was going to order."

She looked at him and smiled, "Too busy studying me and not the menu, huh?"

Rob laughed, "Busted!"

After they ordered, Rob put his hand over Miranda's and looked deeply into
her dark blue eyes.  He smiled, seeing his future there.

"You're really being quite a good sport about this, you know."

"Don't think that there won't be a payback," she said, smiling sweetly.
"Because someday you're going to lose at poker, after I get you totally
impaired, and I'm going to make you write me a note.  Oh, and it won't just
be a little note like the one I wrote for you."  Rob raised an eyebrow and
she continued.  "Nope, it's going to be something you'll regret writing for
the rest of your life."

Rob laughed and squeezed her hand, "Promises, promises."

Miranda leaned over the table and whispered, "That isn't a promise, Rob;
it's a fact."

Rob laughed and smiled at her.  He wondered if he should let her have a
peaceful lunch or tease the hell out of her some more.  She looked very
relaxed, more relaxed than he had seen her in months.

"Does this not seem a little weird to you?" Miranda asked.  "I mean, what
we are doing?"

Rob looked from left to right and then back at her.  He leaned over the
table and whispered, "A lot of people eat lunch late."

"You know what I mean," she said, trying not to smile at his mock
seriousness.

Rob leaned back in his chair, rolling the ice around in his drink.  "I
guess it's a little weird, but the thing is Miranda, you and I haven't
exactly been having a conventional relationship.  We've been seeing each
other for almost 2 months now, and today is the first day that I actually
kissed you like I've been wanting to kiss you."

"Why is that?  I mean, why haven't you kissed me like that before?  It's
not that I haven't dreamed about those passionate pecks on the cheeks
you've given me, but I was really hoping a long time ago for something a
little more... sexual, sensuous."

He decided to tell her the truth.  "Frankly, Miranda, it's because you
scare the hell out of me; rather, what I feel for you scares the hell out
of me.  But today… today suddenly became the day that I faced that fear.
The day that I finally felt a little control over our situation."

"You're not in front of a jury here, Counselor.  No one is about to convict
you for admitting that you want me badly."

"It's not that.  Well, it is, but that's not all of it, Miranda.  I want to
know what's on the other side.  I want to know everything about you and
give you the same in return."  He looked at her and smiled, "And I want to
fuck you silly."

Their lunch arrived and they ate in silence for a minute and then Miranda
asked, "Did it turn you on to hear me cumming over the phone, Rob?"

Rob swallowed hard, the sounds of her moans and whimpers filling his ears.
He nodded and looked at her.  Miranda smiled and took a sip of her wine and
Rob started eating again.

"Did you like the thought of me fucking myself with two fingers, my legs
spread wide as I pumped myself harder and harder?"

Rob put down his fork and looked at her.  She smiled and he smiled back as
he felt his cock stirring in his pants.  She knew she was starting to get
to him.

"I wish you could have felt how wet I was, Rob.  God, my pussy was just
soaked, and the more my fingers drove into my cunt, Rob, the better it
felt.  And when I came it was like a flood."  She leaned over the table and
whispered, "While I was fucking myself Rob, I pictured your head between my
legs, your tongue inside my pussy, fucking me as my juices soaked your
face."

Rob gulped and felt his heart pounding hard.  He knew what she was doing --
she was trying to turn the tables and make him pay for what he had done to
her earlier.  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the controller and
set it on the table beside him.  Miranda looked at the controller and
smiled.

"You can turn that on if you want, Rob.  All it will do to me is make me
have a very long, very loud orgasm that I don't plan on holding back.  In
fact, it'll be so loud you probably won't be able to come back to this
restaurant again."

Rob was forced to weigh the pros and cons of having Miranda screaming out
in pleasure at one of his favorite places to eat.

"Okay, you win," he said, defeat in his voice but his eyes were still
shining.

Miranda shifted in her seat, feeling the cylinder still hard against her
clit.  She was actually hoping that he'd challenge her.  As she took a
mouthful of fettuccine, she slipped off one of her high heels and stretched
her foot out under the table.  Her foot made contact with Rob's knees and
she forced them apart and rested her toes against his crotch.  Rob smiled
at her but didn't say anything.

"Do you ever wonder why Italian restaurants have these long red and white
checked tablecloths?" she asked as her toes began to massage his hardening
cock through his pants.

"Not until this very moment, but I think I know the answer to that now," he
said, taking a sip of his drink.

Miranda pushed her toes harder against him and felt him pushing towards
her.  His cock was very hard as she started moving her foot up and down
slowly.

"Think it'll be a cold winter?" she asked as she kicked off her shoe and
brought her foot up to join the other one.  She slid one foot up and the
other down and then reversed them.  Rob's cock throbbed through his pants
and she watched his face.

"I don't know Miranda, but I do know that there is a warm front moving in
right now, and it you don't stop rubbing there is going to be a very high
chance of precipitation."

Miranda rubbed harder and faster, her toes pressing hard against his cock.
Rob closed his eyes and moaned softly before remembering where he was and
opened his eyes.

"Well, I think I've eaten enough; how about yourself?"

"Oh, I've only just begun Rob," Miranda said as she spun some more
fettuccine on her fork.  She smiled at Rob and opened her mouth slightly,
placing the thin pasta between her lips and sucking in it slowly, the sauce
spreading across her lips.  Rob watched as her tongue ran over her lips,
cleaning the sauce from her skin.

"Oh, my!" Rob said quietly as he shifted in his chair.  Miranda's toes were
doing wonderful things to his cock, and he wanted to grab her and fuck her
over the table.  He smiled at his little vixen and knew that he had finally
met his match.  "If you keep doing that, I'm no longer going to care about
my reputation at this restaurant."

Miranda ran her finger through the sauce on her plate, leaned over the
table, and pressed her finger into Rob's mouth.  He sucked the sauce off of
her finger, his tongue running over the smooth finish of her nail.  Pulling
her finger out of his mouth, she smiled at him.

"You sucking on my finger reminds me what I'd like to be doing with that
big hard cock of yours, Rob."  Her constant toe rubbing hadn't ceased.  In
fact, since she had started rubbing both her feet up and down his cock at
the same time, he was sure that his pants were about to burst.

"Right now I'd really like to drop to my knees under this table, pull your
cock out of your pants, and run my tongue over the head of your cock.
Wouldn't that feel good, Honey?  My hot wet tongue licking around your
swollen head.  Of course I'm greedy, so I'd have to slide my lips down your
cock, swallowing it deeply into my throat as my lips tightened around it."

"I know why you're doing this, Miranda," Rob managed to say.  Now both his
cock and his heart were pounding hard.

"Because I want to suck your cock until you're about ready to explode?" she
replied innocently.

"No, I think you secretly want to be spanked, which is exactly what's going
to happen if you don't put your feet back on the floor and stop talking
dirty to me," he hissed.

"Hmmm, you can dish it out but you can't take it, huh?"  Miranda laughed
and continued to smile at him.

"Oh, I can take it.  In fact, Miranda, I can take quite a bit.  Like right
now I'm thinking about pulling you out of that chair, wrapping that skirt
you're wearing around your waist, pulling those sheer panties down and
bending you over this table.  When your bare ass is sticking out, I can't
help but think how good it would feel to give it a couple of slaps right
before I grab your hips and drive my cock deeply into your cunt.  I can
hear it now, my body slamming against yours, your juices running all over
my cock and down your thighs."  He smiled innocently at her.

"You realize, of course, we wouldn't be asked if we wanted dessert if you
did that."  She grinned at him.  "And I'd really love a piece of cherry
cheesecake."

Rob tossed his head back and closed his eyes.  Miranda had built up a
resistance to his words.  Either that, or her pussy was cooling off, and it
was now time to heat her back up again.  He didn't like the food here that
much that he would lose this battle for it.

Opening his eyes, he spun the dial on the controller and watched her eyes
narrow and her lips part.  Her feet shifted but remained pressed hard
against his cock.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "that feels so good."

Rob watched her with morbid curiosity.  He wondered if she would really
have a Guinness Book of World Records orgasm.  Miranda squeezed her thighs
together and felt the vibrations seeping through her body.  The vibrations
weren't as strong before.

"Turn it up," she whispered.

Rob checked the dial and found that it was up as high as it would go.
There could only be one reason for that and that's that the batteries were
wearing down.  He shook the controller, hoping that it would help.

"Batteries," he said flatly.

"Damn," she said smiling at him as the vibrations faded slowly.  "I guess
this means that you've played your last card, huh?"  She started rubbed her
toes against him again.

Rob checked his watch.  "Nope, I still have you for 4 more hours and
batteries are very easy to find."

"Does this mean I'm not getting the cheesecake?" she pouted.

Rob waved the waitress over and asked for the bill and 2 pieces of cherry
cheesecake to go.

"Oh, great!" Miranda said as the waitress left, "I suppose I get to eat it
in the car with a plastic fork now."

Rob looked at Miranda and smiled.  His passion for her was running on high.
The wanting and needing could no longer be denied.  The bill came quickly
and a small box placed on the table.  After paying for their meal, he took
the dessert  box in one hand and Miranda's hand in the other and took them
both out of the restaurant.

Miranda sat with the little box of cheesecake on her lap, staring out the
window and smiling.  It had been a long time since she had felt this happy,
and, remarkably, she was still very horny.  She looked over at Rob, who was
busy driving and looking up and down the street.  He found his destination
and pulled over into a parking spot.  Smiling at her, he jumped out of the
car and practically ran into the convenience store.  Miranda laughed to
herself, closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest and
drifted off.

When Rob returned to the car, he smiled at the sleeping lady in his
passenger seat.  Quietly, he opened the back of the controller and spotted
the Double "A" batteries and then searched the bag for the proper size.  He
had realized when he got into the store that he had no idea what size
batteries it took, so he had bought 5 packages of different batteries just
to make sure. He popped out the dead batteries and inserted the new ones.
After tossing the old ones into the backseat, he started the car and headed
down the street.

Half an hour later, he eased the car up his long driveway and followed it
around to the back of his house.  He loved this house just for the fact of
the privacy it offered. His neighbors were about a mile away on each side
and were hardly ever seen.  He parked under the big shade tree that stood
beside his driveway.

After turning off the car, he turned sideways in his seat and rubbed the
controller with his thumb.  Was it really fair to wake her up when she was
sleeping so soundly?  Her long eyelashes lay softly against her cheeks and
for once there were no sarcastic comments coming out of those beautiful
lips.  Could he be so mean as to wake her up?  He grinned and turned the
dial.

Miranda's eyes shot open as a very strong vibration roared against her
clit.  She jumped and knocked the box off her lap.  Looking over at Rob,
she tried to figure out where she was and then she noticed his house.  He
had brought her here a few times and they had had a wonderful lunch and a
swim.  She had hoped that they would have had a little more than that, but
it had never happened.

Rob got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side and opened
the door for her.  He held out his hand and she took it, stepping out of
the car onto shaky legs.  He closed the door and then pressed her against
the car.  With his hands on the back of her head, he kissed her
passionately.

Miranda moaned and leaned against him.  She pushed her hands up under his
suit jacket and scratched down his back.  Their breathing became faster as
their lips and tongues explored the others.

Rob pulled away, "Miranda…"

Miranda smiled at him. "Yes?"

His hands reached to her blouse and started undoing her buttons.  She
watched him and squeezed her thighs together.  Her clit was starting to get
a little sore from all the vibration, and she told him so as he slid her
blouse down her arms.

"We can't have that," he said and he reached into his pocket and turned the
dial off.  He held out his hand and slowly dragged a finger down her chest
to the front clasp on her bra.  With one hand, he snapped it open and let
the cups fall to the side.  He took both breasts in his hands and rubbed
her hard nipples with his thumbs.  As he gently rubbed them, he leaned over
and kissed Miranda's parted lips, his tongue invading her mouth.

Miranda moaned against his mouth as his hands massaged her breasts.  His
thumbs felt hot against her nipples as he gently circled them.  Rob pulled
his mouth away from hers and kissed her nose and then her forehead.  His
hands moved from her breasts, picking up the straps of her bra and pulling
it down her arms.  He tossed it into the car with her blouse as his lips
moved down her neck.  His hands moved down her back and undid the button
and zipper of her skirt.  As he kissed her shoulder, he started pushing her
skirt down over her hips, sticking his thumbs under the waistband of her
panties and pushing them down too.

Miranda stood very still, feel her clothing moving over her hips and down
her thighs.  She could feel the wetness from her panties against her skin
as Rob pulled them down.  His mouth was kissing down her chest; over her
breasts and then down her stomach as he dropped her skirt around her
ankles.  She lifted each foot out of her skirt and he picked it and her
panties up and tossed them into the car window.  Miranda stepped out of her
shoes onto the warm pavement.  Rob kneeled in front of her and ran one
finger up between her wet lips.  Miranda shivered under his touch as his
finger moved between her lips and up to the cylinder.  Using his other
hand, he opened her lips and gently slid his finger under the suction cup
and pulled it off.  Her clit was swollen and wet, and he had to control
himself from running his tongue over it.  He stuffed the cylinder in his
pocket and stood up.

His eyes moving appreciatively down her body before he looked up and smiled
at her.  He pulled off his jacket and tie and tossed them with her clothes.
His cock was hard against his pants and he wasn't sure how much more it
could take, but he was about to find out.  He took her hand and led her to
the hood of the car.

"You want me to lay on the hood of the car?" she questioned, feeling very
sexy about being naked and outside.

"Uhhh, actually I want you to crawl up the hood of the car and keep going
until I tell you to stop."

"Well, you are the Master," she said grinning and crawled up onto the hood
of the car.  On her hands and knees, she slowly crawled up.  Rob watched
her move like a cat and felt himself getting more turned on by the second.
That's what Miranda was: a vicious cat when attacked, and a playful kitten
when stroked the right way.

She moved her hands up the windshield and when they hit the roof Rob told
her to stop.  She could see the flowers in his backyard and the clear blue
water in his swimming pool.

"Nice view," she commented.

Rob crawled up onto the car and flipped over onto his back and pushed
himself up.  When his head hit her feet, he grabbed her ankles and moved
them apart as he slid up further.  Miranda spread her knees apart and
watched as Rob's head appeared from between them.

"I agree," he said, "very nice view."

He put his hands on her inner thighs and pushed them out slowly, watching
as Miranda's pussy lowered onto his face.  He wrapped his arms around her
thighs and pulled her right down until her open pussy was pressed hard
against his mouth.  His tongue licked in long strokes, tasting her
sweetness as it moved back and forth.

Miranda moaned and pushed herself down.  Her breasts were pressed hard
against the windshield as she started to rock against Rob's mouth.  His
nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue lapped at her juices.  She
felt her pussy contracting as he pushed his tongue inside her and started
fucking her fast and furious.  The last things she had been fucked with
were her fingers, and that seemed like so long ago.  His tongue was hot and
hard as it drove in and out of her.

Rob could feel her juices running down his face as he fucked her with his
tongue.  Her body was shuddering as her pussy tried to contract around his
tongue.  He released one of her thighs and brought his hand up between her
legs.  With two fingers together, he removed his tongue and shoved them
into her in one steady motion.  Miranda moaned as her cunt clenched his
fingers and held them.  He moved his mouth, sucking one of her smooth pussy
lips into it and pulling down on it as he moved his fingers slowly in and
out of her.  He loved the sounds of her whimper as he removed his fingers.
She continued to whimper until he drove them back into her.  Miranda sighed
and moaned, moving up and down against Rob's fingers as they fucked her
faster.  His tongue snaked up between her lips until it made contact with
her clit.  Rob fastened his lips around it and sucked in; pulling her clit
deep into his mouth as his fingers hammered into her pussy.

"Oh, God!" he heard her say, just before her legs started to tighten
against him.  She pushed her pussy down hard onto his face and stopped
moving for only a second and then her whole body shook.  Rob slammed his
fingers into her one more time and then could no longer move them as her
pussy clenched them tight.  He wiggled his fingers and Miranda screamed as
she came.  Her pussy released his fingers and he pulled them out slowly and
positioned his mouth in just the right spot.  A flood of cream ran against
his lips and down his cheeks as he pushed his tongue into her and sucked
happily.  His hands massaged her ass cheeks as her body slowly relaxed
again.

Miranda slid back a little and looked down at Rob.  His face was shiny with
her juices and she smiled at him.  She was starting to think that the 2
months without sex was worth it, after today and what the night promised.
Rob smiled back and slid out from between her legs.  He moved off the car
and told her to stay where she was.

He wanted to fuck her so badly.  He needed to fuck her; but where?  He
didn't want to take her to bed; it had to be some place that they both
would remember along with the rest of the day, a day of "first times" for
both of them.  He looked at her looking at him and smiled, trying to
pretend like he knew what he was doing.

Miranda looked at Rob and tried to figure out what he was doing.  Her body
was aching for him, and he appeared to be checking out the scenery.

"Uhhh, Rob?"

He started unbuttoning his shirt, "Yes?"

"Are you coming back up here, or am I your new hood ornament?"

Rob looked at her; okay, back up there it was!  Her hands were still on the
roof of the car, her breasts hanging down with erect nipples.  He finished
undoing his buttons and pulled his shirt off as his eyes scanned down her
body.  She was so beautiful and he smiled as she wiggled her ass and smiled
back at him.

Quickly, he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and disposed of his
pants and briefs.  He could almost hear his cock sigh when he finally
released it.

"I think I'd get into way too many traffic accidents if you were to become
my hood ornament," he comment finally as he crawled back onto the hood of
the car.

His hands reached for Miranda's ass, and as he slid them up her back he
heard her moan softly.  He kissed her back as his body moved onto hers.
Kissing across her shoulders and to the back of her neck, his cock moved
between her legs and brushed against her wet pussy.

Miranda whimpered and pushed back, hoping to push Rob's cock into her.
Instead it slid between her lips and rubbed against her clit.

"Impatient, aren't we?" he whispered into her ear as he placed one hand on
the windshield and moved the other one under her and cupped her breast.  He
trapped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged on it gently
before pulling it out, stretching it as she moaned and tossed her head
back.  He started moving his hips back and forth, feeling her wetness
drizzling against his cock.

"Do you know how long I've dreamed of making love to you, Miranda?" he
whispered into her ear as he pulled on her nipple again.

"Oh, God," she moaned as cock moved harder between her lips, "Uhhh, how
about 210 days, 9 hours, 18 minutes and 12 seconds?"

"Close," he said as he released her nipple and moved his hand down her
stomach until it reached her pussy.  He slipped a finger between her lips
and rubbed her clit, feeling his cock move against his finger with each
forward thrust.  Miranda kept moaning and pushing back, growing very
impatient.

"Damn it, Rob, just fuck me," she growled and slammed back against his hard
cock.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, sitting back on his knees and looking down at the
lovely vision in front of him.

Holding his cock, he rubbed it back and forth, through her pussy and up to
her ass and then back down again.  His swollen cock was wet and shiny with
her juices.  Miranda leaned down until her breasts were flattened against
the windshield and her ass sticking out at Rob.  With one hand on his cock,
he moved the throbbing head down and entered her slowly while his other
hand rubbed her ass cheek.

Immediately he felt her pussy contract around his cock.  Her pussy was so
warm and wet, inviting him in further.  With his hands on her hips, he held
her tight as he moved his hips forward quickly, driving his cock into her
in one movement.  Miranda groaned and Rob closed his eyes, feeling the
tightness of her pussy enveloping his cock.

Rob guided her hips back and forth as he drove his cock into her, harder
and faster with each stroke.  He pulled his cock almost right out and then
rammed it back into her as the sounds of their combined moans, whimpers,
and bodies slapping against each other filled the air.

"Oh, God, yes!" Miranda screamed as she slammed herself back against him.
His thick cock kept filling her deeper and deeper.  Her fingernails
scratched against the roof of his car as he pounded into her.

"More," she whimpered as she stretched out her arms and locked them,
pushing herself back hard against him.

Rob released her hips and slid his hands up her sides as he leaned his body
down onto hers.  His hands moved under her body and each grabbed a breast
and began pulling on a nipple as his mouth moved to her neck and started
sucking.  He sucked up her neck to her earlobe as his fingers pulled hard
on her nipples and his cock hammered into her.

Miranda tossed her head back and let out a loud growl as her body tensed.
Rob felt his cock clamped tight inside of her cunt and he knew she was
about to explode.  He pulled back and slowly pushed himself back into her,
once, twice, a third time before she slammed herself back onto him, turned
her head, and screamed into his ear.

He buried his face into her neck as he finally let himself go.  After
several short thrusts he moaned loudly, bit into her neck, and came inside
her.  His cock twitched and jumped as her pussy contracted around it.

For several moments they stayed like that.  Their bodies continued to move
slowly as Rob nuzzled her neck, moving his hands onto the windshield to
relieve her of his weight.  Miranda leaned her head against the roof of the
car and tried to catch her breath as she felt warm liquid running down her
thighs.

Rob pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of her.  He turned around and
dropped down onto his back and reached up, pulling her down with him.  The
hood creaked and moaned under their weight.  It had probably been doing
that all along, but neither had noticed.

Miranda curled up on her side and put her head on his chest, listening to
his heart pounding wildly.  He stroked her hair, looking up at the sky as
dusk started to set in.  He moved his arm and checked his watch, frowning.

"I guess you've made parole," he whispered, his fingers moving softly
through her hair.

Miranda lifted her head from his chest, "What if I don't want parole?"

Rob laughed, "Then I guess you'll just have to do the crime so you can do
the time."

"Crime, huh?  If that means losing more at poker then I suppose... Oh
shit!"

"What?"

"Tonight is Friday night!"

"Yah, that usually follows the actual day of Friday," Rob said.

Miranda slapped his chest playfully.  "It's poker night and it's at my
apartment this week!  Damn, I forgot all about it.  Do you know what this
means?"

"Uhhh, I should buy more batteries?"

Miranda sat up and started sliding off the hood, "No, it means that you and
I have to get dressed, go to the grocery store and pick up munchies, and
get back to my place in less than an hour."

Rob sighed and got off the hood and grabbed his clothes.  He pulled his
keys out of his pocket and headed for the house.

"Where are you going?" Miranda said as she zipped up the back of her skirt.
She didn't bother putting her panties back on, she just shoved them in her
purse.

Rob unlocked the back door and smiled at her.  "To pack an overnight bag,"
he said and disappeared into the house.

~~~

"Who the hell dealt this?" Katie asked, tossing her cards onto the table.

"Miranda did," Matt said as he tossed his cards in front of him.

Miranda smiled at Matt and was really glad to see him actually out and
associating with other people.  This was the third time he had joined in on
their poker game, although he only agreed to play when it was at Miranda's
place.  She was still waiting for him to ask where his device was and she
hoped that he had forgotten about it for the time being as she had some
plans for it after the poker crowd left.

Miranda looked down at her cards and grinned.  This was it; this was the
hand that would blow Rob right out of the water.  She eyed the piece of
paper and pen sitting on the table beside her and then looked across the
table at him.

He nonchalantly placed his cards face down on the table and looked over at
her, smiling as he reached for the peanuts.

"So what's it gonna be, Sexy?" he asked as he popped a nut into his mouth.

"You're bluffing," she said as she tossed two chips into the huge pile in
the center of the table.  "I'm calling you out, Mr. Bluffer."

"Think so, huh?"  Rob peeked at his cards and smiled.  He had absolutely
nothing in his hand and would lose for sure, but could he really consider
it losing?

"Yup, you lawyer types are always bluffing.  Show me what ya got,
Counselor."

"Again?  In front of all of these people?"  Rob let out an exaggerated
gasp.

"I knew it!" Jessie practically yelled.  "I knew you fucked him!"

"Thank you, Miss Tactful '98," Miranda said to Jessie.

Jessie shrugged and just gave her that "I told you so" look as Katie
whistled and Matt just about choked on his potato chip.

"Side bet?" she asked, picking up the pen and sliding the blank piece of
paper in front of her.

"On these cards?" he asked, raising a brow.  "No doubt about it, Baby.
What is it you want from me?"

"You dictate and I'll write; I believe that's how it goes," she said.

Rob cleared his throat.  "Okay, let's see.  I, Robert James, being of sound
mind and very recently worn-out body, do solemnly swear to take you,
Miranda Robertson, to be my lawfully wedded wife.  To have and to hold..."

Miranda's head shot up when she realized what she was writing.

"Something wrong?" he asked, looking concerned at her shocked expression.

"Did you just ask me to marry you?"

"I dunno, read that back to me," he said, trying not to smile.

Miranda tossed the pen on the table and stood up as Rob did the same.  They
met in the middle and wrapped their arms around each other.  Rob bent down
and kissed her softly.  He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands,
tilting her head back and fell into her deep blue eyes.

"Will you marry me, Miranda?"

"Do you promise to love me?"

"Yes."

"Respect me?"

"Yes."

"Keep me in sickness and in health?"

"Yes."

"Never run out of Double "A" batteries?"

Rob laughed.  "Yes, I do."

"Then yes, I do too!"

Matt was the first to speak up.  "Hey! Speaking of batteries Miranda...."

Rob and Miranda both looked at Matt and said "NO!" and then Rob picked her
up and carried her to the bedroom, leaving Katie, Matt and Jessie there
staring at each other.

"I guess the game is over," Matt said, standing and heading to the door.

"I guess so," said Katie.  "Do you want to go out and grab something to
eat?"

Matt gulped and looked at Katie.  She really was very pretty, for a girl,
although she wasn't much of a poker player.  He wasn't sure what to do.
Although the idea kind of scared him, he really did want to go.  Miranda
would know what to do, but he didn't think she was open for questions right
now.

"Sure," he heard himself saying.  Katie smiled and headed out the door and
Matt followed her.

Jessie sat at the table.  She looked towards Miranda's bedroom door and
then at the front door.  Sighing, she pulled herself out of the chair,
picked up her purse and headed to the door.

"Everyone but me is getting lucky tonight," she mumbled to herself.

She paused at the door and looked down onto the table and saw a little
black box and some kind of a pink cylinder thing.  She picked up them both
and turned the dial on the controller.  Immediately the cylinder started to
vibrate hard in her hand.  She jumped and then rolled it around in her
hand, her mind wandering.  Smiling, she stuffed them both into her pocket
and quietly closed the door behind her as she hummed The Beach Boys song,
"Good Vibrations."

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