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Vibrator commuter

I decided today was the day I would test out my thrill a minute vibration panties on an unsuspecting public. I was surprised at how comfortable and normal they looked once on. I inserted the small vibe in my pussy and gave it a quick buzz with the remote control. A small shiver ran through me as the vibrator sex machine pulsated through me. It was time to quickly get ready. I put the remote in my fleece pocket, checked myself in the mirror before walking out of the door and caught the standing room only bus to the rail station. Now I'm on the commuter rail dragging us all reluctantly to our places of work where we earn just enough dough to do it all again tomorrow. There was the usual assortment of shiny headed crossword puzzle nerds completing their puzzles with pencils. Then there was the sensible brigade with their laptops open, zapping out a non-stop barrage of ass covering cc'd and bcc'd emails even before reaching the office.

There an hour's train ride ahead, and it's time to put this new strap on toy through its paces. I reach into my pocket and set the remote to its lowest setting. A small ticklish shudder ripples through my panties, and repeats itself in a reasonably satisfying vibe pattern. I want more so I yank up the speed. Now this is getting interesting. I can feel the buzz now, it's much more insistent. I can hear the buzz too, but I doubt anyone else can over the clatter of the train.

I look around. There's a scruffy kid fiddling with his i-pod, and there's a businessman next to him, done with emailing the whole world, with his laptop still open. I hear a snore escape his mouth.

This panty vibe is vibrating my clit and getting real good at it. Now I'm starting to really feel it, and even the dome headed guy with his head in a book opposite me is starting to look attractive. I wouldn't care if he stood up right now, unzipped himself and pushed his hot cock roughly inside me.

I desperately want to stick a finger in my now dripping pussy. I tighten my legs to let the vibe press harder inside. My hips buck slightly, and I'm totally in the moment. Then from nowhere a man's crotch is directly in my line of vision.

"Tickets please" says the ticket inspector. The shock of his sudden appearance and the powerful pulsing of the panty vibe suddenly push me over the edge and a moan escapes my lips. I am now having an orgasm in front of the ticket inspector and I can't control it.

The ticket inspector is no genius but even he can see from the contortions on my face and the gyrating of my hips that something is not right.

"I can come back later if it's not a good time" he offers helpfully. It's a good time all right, it's too good a darn time, and now I'm attracting attention. Even Mr. Crossword Puzzle has stopped pondering the complexities of 15 across to stare at me.

I can't switch the goddam machine off, I have temporarily lost control, and the powerful sex vibrator vibes on and on pushes me further, oh my God I'm going to come again.

An elderly woman next to me asks if I'm all right, this is incredibly embarrassing. I decide the only thing to do is to escape to the bathroom, and I pull myself to my feet only to find that my legs are buckling with the fresh waves of the powerful orgasm sweeping over me. I stumble and Mr. Crossword Puzzle gets to his feet to assist me.

I'm gasping, I picture him, sucking and licking my sensitive clit, and thrusting his fingers into me as the vibe continues to shudder through me. I grab the seat with one hand and desperately claw at the remote control to stop the constant pressure on my throbbing clit. I feel myself come hard, feel my body shiver and spasm again in pleasure I can't help from moaning again.

I'm sweating and flushed and soaking wet down below, but I manage at last to get the machine switched off. Slowly I regain my composure, but I don't know how to explain my behavior. The only thing for it is to just walk out of the car without saying a word and leave everyone staring in my wake. Tomorrow I will travel in disguise.

I go and sit somewhere else. We reach our destination on schedule, and I get off the train. I'm half way to my office and starting to smile about it all when I suddenly realize something. In all the excitement I've left my purse on the train. I rush back, the panty vibe still tickling my clit, but now it's no longer a turn on. Of course it's too late; the train has long since gone. Damn! That was one expensive and embarrassing orgasm.

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