It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the aroma of lilacs hung heavy in the air. My friends Tracy, Karen & Carla and I were sitting on the patio of our favourite little bistro. The group get-togethers had gotten few and far between as life took everyone in different directions. I was the only single one in the group; Tracy and Karen had both gotten married right out of high school and had school-age children. Carla had gotten married two years prior and looked so cute with her little pregnant belly. I, on the other hand, couldn't quite find the right guy.

Such as things were, my life was a usual topic of conversation. Someone would have a blind date prospect for me; another would have run into a single old schoolmate...it never ended. This group would not stop until I had 2.5 children and a white picket fence.

The waiter had barely walked away with their drink orders when it started. Karen...the most direct and observant person in the group. "So, Ange, who is he?"

"He who?"

"Awe, come on, Angie, I can tell. You don't have that deer-in-the-headlights look today, so you might as well spill the beans now, or we will all have to hear about how lonely Greg is since Patty left him."

"They haven't kissed and made up yet?"

"Quit trying to change the subject and spill!"

The waiter returned with their drinks, three margaritas and one club soda with bar lime for little Miss Preggers. Tracy raised her glass, "To the Fab Four." Glasses clinked, the smiles were warm and genuine, and the sisterhood lived on.

Karen didn't have to say another word; the look on her face, the tilt of her head, and the direct gaze that burned into my brain... I knew there was no getting out of this.

"Alright already, I didn't want to tell you yet. I met this guy through work; his name is Tyler. It is all very new; he is very handsome, a very hard worker, and very attentive."

Karen laughed, mocking me, "He sounds VERY NICE...now give us the dirt! How is he in bed?"

"Well, he is very nice! Um, he's a tiger in the bedroom, not rough or anything, but VERY dominant. Two weeks into dating, he bought me a gift; it's a wearable vibrator."

All three leaned in. "What do you mean by wearable vibrator?"

"It's like a vibrating egg that you slip into your pussy, and it has a tail that sits over your clit. I wear it, at his request, most of the time under my clothes. He controls it through an app on his phone. Or if we are together, there's a remote."

The look on their faces was priceless as they were formulating their thoughts.

"Are you wearing it now?"

"Yes!"

"So is it always on, like a constant vibration?"

"No, he controls everything. When it vibrates, what pattern, how strong, how long?"

"Is it vibrating now?"

"Not at the moment; that is part of the fun. I never know when he will turn it on, and he has no idea what I'm doing at that exact moment. Sometimes it's hard to maintain my composure; once I was in the middle of a meeting with a client. He had it on full force... It's hard to concentrate and be professional when you are soaking your panties and climaxing in front of a client. I have had to step out of a room on more than one occasion."

"... And you're ok with this?"

"At first, I was a bit reluctant; some days, I wear it, and there's not a single tingle or just a little buzz; other days, he likes to play, but a quick text, and he will stop if I need him to, or I take it off or turn it off."

The waiter returned with our meals and left with an order for another round of drinks. The conversation finally turned away from me, and we got caught up in what was happening in everyone else's lives.

We were lingering over coffee when a ringing phone had us all scrambling for our purses. I was surprised it was mine, and it was Tyler. Everyone quieted as they strained to hear the conversation.

"Hi Babe, sorry to bother you. How do you feel about going out to dinner tonight? We could try that new Italian restaurant around the corner from my office."

I had to glare at my friends to shush them. "Sure, would love to. What time?"

"How about 8:00? Take an Uber in, and I will drive you home after. Oh, and wear your toy; it will be fun to play tonight."

The girls heard that, and, fueled by a few margaritas, all Tyler could hear was a chorus of whistles and catcalls.

"Sounds like you are having fun; enjoy your friends, and I will see you tonight." I could hear him chuckling as he hung up. I wonder if he knew what all the commotion was about. The thought had barely left my brain when the toy in my pussy came alive... I think he figured it out.

It was just a little buzz, on and off very quickly. No one noticed me sit up a little straighter. I hope that was the end of it; the girls will be relentless if they knew. Then my pussy came to life as a strong vibration hit me. I wanted to moan but couldn't. I kept going with idle chit-chat, trying hard not to give my secret away. My heart was beating a bit faster, my panties were soaked, and then it stopped!

We were paying the bill, and I really wanted to get to my car before it started again. I really didn't want to get aroused in front of my friends. However, Tyler had other ideas, and then there it was, zero to sixty in zero seconds. It was like it was on turbo; I shuffled in my chair and crossed and uncrossed my legs, I was gripping the seat cushion and rocking my hips, a bead of sweat formed on my forehead, and then Karen noticed.

"It's on, isn't it?" All I could do was nod and squirm. As quickly as it started, it stopped.

I decided now was a good time to exit. After some hasty goodbyes, I literally ran to my car. I figured I should give it a few minutes before attempting to drive. Five minutes passed, and not a single tingle; ten minutes...still nothing. I put the car in drive, hoping he wouldn't decide to play until I was home. I had visions of explaining to an officer why I was in the ditch or why I was sitting on the side of the road, convulsing. The anticipation is as arousing as when he turned it on...my panties are always wet. I made it home without an incident or a single buzz.

I had time for a soak in the tub; the question was, do I continue to wear my toy...or take a break? After all, it is waterproof. I should probably charge it for the evening...easy decision; I wouldn't want to miss out on some in-person fun with Tyler and my toy.

If I only knew what was in store for me...