So, M and I went on a date last night to see American Hustle. She wore this stuffed inside her pussy:
I slid it inside her, and pulled her panties and stockings up. The wire came up under her skirt, and the control fit neatly in her pocket. With a sweater over her skirt and shirt, it was completely invisible.
We were late and the show was sold out, but I had reserved tickets ahead of time. So rather than try to find two seats together (impossible), we sat on the floor in the back of the theater. Suited my purposes just fine.
My roommate has asked me how the film was: I say good, but the honest answer is that I have no idea. About the time Amy Adams and Christian Bale get busted, I asked her for the control. I love seeing and hearing a woman turned on, so it was great fun to control her at the push of a button. M needs a good amount of concentration to come, so she invariably closes her eyes. As she gets closer, she starts clutching at me, rubbing my cock through my jeans. Switch it off, listen to her pout. Wait until she starts to watch the movie again, switch it on.
The vibe has 8 or 9 different settings - the one that pulled two orgasms out of her starts low and builds to the highest setting, then restarts, over and over. The vibrations at their strongest are strong enough that I could feel them with my hand on her hip. However, you could hear nothing except her panting, and the casual observer would probably think she was asleep if he couldn’t hear her panting and see her hips slowly grinding against the floor.
She asked to come like a good slut, and was turned down at first. But she waited, begged, and received her reward.
I think I managed to get the plot in the end, though there were points where both of us were clueless about who Jack Huston’s character was. Still, no doubt this will be one of the most memorable films of the year.