This was a story that I smile about in the retelling. Hope you find if fun as well.
I had not had a date in months and was feeling a bit depressed about it all when I met him. I happened to be walking by a 'Naughty and Nice' store when I saw him inside. For some reason, I just had to go in and find out more about him. I formed an immediate attachment for him because he seemed to meet all of my requirements in life.He was always there for me whenever I needed him, and he always gave me what I needed. And even better, he had no expectations of me at all. A match made in heaven. I named him “Nemo” after that cute little fish in the movie. He could not swim, but he was best when he was wet.
Nemo had amazing staying power. He could last forever it seemed. I always seemed to give out before he did. He was like that little bunny on TV with the drum, he just kept on going. It was truly amazing. He had a tight compact body. Very elegant and sleek. He was extremely satisfying for such a small package. It always fascinated me how much pleasure he could give. He only gave trouble once, but it was almost a deal breaker. Although it took some outside help, I am glad we worked our way through it.
I am talking of course about my mini-vibrator!
Nemo was a high quality little fellow that I was attracted to immediately. I had not had sex in months and was getting pretty desperate when I chanced to see him. One stellar feature that he had was the carrying case. It was a small, dainty little tube that slipped into the bottom of my purse. It took up almost no room at all. It looked like I was prepared for a rainy day to the casual observer because most people who saw it thought it was an emergency umbrella. Nobody who saw him ever recognized him for the deliverer of delights that he was.
Believe it or not, I am a traveling sales person. That means that I am on the road a lot. I loved my profession for many years, but by then it had been just a job and I was sort of stuck with it. I was in my 40's by then, and it was unlikely that I would be as successful doing something different. When I first started my sales career on the road, I loved the fact that I was almost living in more than one city at the same time. I actually made sure that I had guys I could call in every one of them if I felt like going out. Well I was not really that promiscuous, but by many people's standards I was. In any event, I always had two or three guys on the leash at any one time. These relationships would often last for years. It was mutually beneficial to each of us, and very satisfying for me. I was religious about protection, so I never had any issues. But I found that as I got older, I was looking for more than the friends with benefits relationships that I had. So as the each of them got permanently involved with someone who wanted to build a family, I found I just did not have the urge to replace them. I started to become depressed in my solitude. I guess that deep in my hidden heart, I wanted something different. My depression was being caused by the fact that I could not reconcile my job requirements with a normal, stable relationship. Ergo, Nemo.
I was coming home from a longer than normal and rather arduous sales tour when I frightened myself. I dozed off for a second behind the wheel and just caught myself before I left the road. So rather than try to make it home that night, I decided to hole up in a motel for the evening. It was rush hour and even though I was only about 20 miles away, it would take me too long to get there. So I had a light meal at the motel cafe, a quick shower, and then went to bed. As always, when you are the tiredest, that is when you are most likely to have trouble falling asleep. So after about a half hour of trying, I pulled Nemo out of my purse to take me on a pleasure trip. I turned him on but he sounded a little bit off. He needed new batteries. I had realized that the last time I used him, but it had slipped my mind. I opened my trusty purse and pulled out the ones I had purchased the previous day. Recharged with a new set of batteries, Nemo was soon purring normally.
As I rubbed him over my clitoris, I found myself more stimulated than usual. It may have been that I was exhausted and tense and really, really needed to relax, or maybe it was just that these particular batteries had some added punch. In any event, Nemo was giving me a lot of special pizazz that night. So I found myself pushing him in deeper than normal. The sensations I was feeling as I slipped him in and out and in and out and in and out was just amazing. When I came, Nemo slipped out of my fingers and disappeared way up my vagina. I could not get my fingers up quite far enough to touch him, and he was still doing his thing. I was getting panicky but he just kept bopping along. Damn those EverReady batteries. As I came the third time in five minutes, I was starting to flag. I was already tired to start, and I was not sure how much of this I could tolerate. Well, tolerate is a bad word, because my body seemed to be one with Nemo, even though my head was getting worried. I started to think of ways to get him out, but motel rooms are not known for handy things to push up your vagina that could snag a wayward vibrator. I had an idea, so I stood up and bounced and jumped on my heels. I hoped that his weight would dislodge him. I was almost successful with that, but I came again just at the point I was starting to be able to reach him. Up he went again!
I was almost dead by then, but that smug little self centered buzz bomb just kept humming along. I was interchanging praying to God with cursing EverReady at this point. I finally decided that I would have to get someone to remove him for me. Since I was not about to ask the motel clerk, I paid a visit to the local hospital's emergency ward. At least my luck turned on that one. The emergency ward was not busy, and I was taken to a room within thirty minutes. During that waiting period, I orgasmed six more time. This was not fun anymore, but Nemo, curse his mechanical heart, was still doing his thing (or rather my thing as it were).
Again, I lucked out. I was barely in the room when the doctor came in. He had Nemo out in less than a minute. I gave a big sigh of relief! Once the cause of my concern had been dealt with, I started to get red in the face. How embarrassing! The doctor could not have been nicer though. I was ready for a gruff old bugger, but he was about my age and just a really nice guy. In any event, he said it was not the first time he had had to deal with something like this. As he walked away to attend to another patient, I could not help but check out his scrumptious butt. Way nice! His bum was a fine match for the rest of him. And his face was darn nice too. A girl could do a lot worse than him. He even looked to be pretty close to my age, maybe just a bit older. He had to be taken though.
I was so tired at that point I could hardly pull up my pants. Good thing that my shoes were slip-ons. I asked for directions to the cafeteria and wandered very slowly in that direction. I had just started to work on my croissant and sip a herbal tea when Dr. Stud Muffin walks in and orders a coffee and toasted bagel. I tried not to drool as I watched him from the corner of my eyes. I was pretending to read some free publication that was on the table, but I guess I was not that convincing. He totally surprised me by coming over to my table and asking if I would mind if he joined me.
All sales people have a natural and well honed gift for gab. When it came to the personal stuff though, I have always had trouble opening up to anyone. Even my past lovers knew little about what really drove me. When I started talking to him though, I bonded right away. He just seemed so trustworthy. Maybe they teach that in Doctor school. In any event, within a few minutes, I found myself confiding in him at a level that I had never done with anyone but my mother. He said he knew what I meant. His wife had left him a couple of years before and he was just getting over the divorce. It was the job that broke them up. It was too demanding of his time and she just got tired of being alone. In any event, he suddenly became even more interesting to me, and I shifted the conversation slightly.
By the end of his break, I had lined him up for a date the following weekend. I left the hospital walking on air. Well that date went amazingly well. He was so sweet to me. We started to see more of each other over the next few weeks. It was tough because of our demanding schedules, but we were willing to be flexible. What was good about the relationship was that we both had jobs that required us to be away from each other for protracted periods of times, but we were both okay with that. In any event, after a year we moved in together, and two years later we were married.
Alas poor Nemo, the more I was involved with the man who would become my husband, the less I had need for Nemo. I think he sensed my happiness and was okay with it. I mean, we had many good times together, but he was the one who actually engineered my meeting the doctor in the first place. I think he had planned it all along. Although I do not use Nemo anymore, he still occupies a special spot in my heart. I have made a little place for him on a shelf in my bedroom where I can see him every day. Every once in a while, I take him down and we remember all the joy that he has brought into my life together.
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