Work finally closed. In less than thirty minutes, I stood at the bus stop, waiting for a ride to my house.
When I got home, I pushed open my apartment door and leaned against the wall for a moment, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.
My thighs felt weak and my pussy still throbbed. My mind kept replaying how I felt all day with the vibrator and the scene when the remote malfunctioned. It made me feel embarrassed and thrilled at the same time.
Never could I have imagined that a tiny device could give a rush of emotions. For some inexplicable reason, thoughts of Fred also slipped into my mind. He was Bella's boyfriend and I hadn't seen him since the night incident. He seemed like someone who would still stalk me despite the warning.
I brushed him off and lazily slumped on the bed. I stretched my aching limbs to relieve the slight pain in them. Afterwards, I sat upright and brought my bag closer to myself.
I pulled the vibrator and the stubborn remote out.
