Carmel groaned in frustration, staring down at the empty drawer. She couldn't believe the weekend had passed and she hadn't managed to do any laundry. Not a single pair of underpants to choose from. She shook her head at how the weekend had got away from her - what with the kids' sports and drinks with her husband's work colleagues, it had gone by in the blink of an eye.
Thinking for a moment, she drummed her fingers on the top of the dresser. Her eyes fell on the small drawer at the top, above the one that held her bras and panties. 'The naughty drawer', she and Chris called it. Not that there had been much in the way of naughtiness lately, she thought to herself - it was like life was conspiring against them in the intimacy department. Plus, her libido had seemed to disappear of late.
Her eyes lingering on the drawer, she suddenly had a thought.
Opening the drawer, she found what she was after. A small cardboard box. Popping the top open, she reached in and took out the lace thong. Chris had bought it for her around eighteen months earlier, on their anniversary - 'Pulsating panties' was the name on the box. A fairly simple idea - just a normal thong, but with a row of six small vibrating inserts, water-proof of course, positioned to sit against the wearer's vagina. They had settings to buzz in sequence, one after the other from back to front, or front to back, or to all buzz at once, or to fire in various patterns and with varying intensities. Carmel had been a bit embarrassed when she had opened them the first time, but Chris had assured her it would 'add some spice' to their marriage. And it may well have done, if they had worked. She still remembered trying them on, the two of them having had a couple of glasses of wine once the kids were in bed. She had actually been a little excited in anticipation.
But… nothing. Not even with Chris changing the batteries in the little remote control several times.
Now they were simply a pair of fairly sexy panties with a slightly thicker crotch lining. She had never even taken them out again since their failed attempt.
No other options now, though, she thought to herself, stepping into them and feeling them press snuggly against her. At least she hadn't gained any weight - something her almost fanatical gym regime ensured. 130lb on the dot.
Carmel finished dressing, grabbed her coffee, walked through the kitchen, gave Chris and the kids a goodbye kiss, and set off to work.
Carmel glanced at the clock on the office wall as she strode in. Just in time, she thought, dropping her bag at her desk before making her way to the conference room. Monday morning, 9:00 am was always meeting time. They were seriously boring most of the time, but at least she didn't have to get into any real work straight away on a Monday. Glancing at the printed agenda on the boardroom table before taking her usual spot at the back of the room, Carmel noted the various items. Quarterly sales report, client feedback, spending projections, and a presentation by the office intern, Josh. She was his direct supervisor during his three-month summer internship, so it was important she paid attention to his presentation so she could give him feedback.
The meeting went by fairly uneventfully, and she only had to provide input a couple of times, and then they reached the final item on the agenda - Josh's presentation.
Josh took a few minutes setting up his own laptop, explaining that his presentation was on there and he hadn't had a chance to transfer it over on the company intranet.
"I can also use my own pointer, too," he added, holding up the small device and flicking the small switch on its side to ON.
Carmel almost jumped at the sudden sensation - it was like her phone had buzzed, but right against her crotch. A few people glanced over at her and she cleared her throat.
"Sorry, um, I think… an insect bit my leg. I'm ok, though," she added, the few concerned faces turning back to Josh.
After the initial shock, she suddenly realized what had happened. The damn panties! The intensity was very low, thankfully, but it was still there, buzzing lightly against her - not focused at all, just all up and down her crotch. She swallowed hard, shifting her weight in the chair to see if it might switch it off, but could do nothing to change it.
Josh looked at her.
"Are you ok to start?"
She looked blankly at him for a few moments. Oh right, the 'insect bite', she thought to herself.
She cleared her throat.
"Yes, of course, Josh. It just took me by surprise is all," she reassured him
She reached down to her calf and rubbed at the site of the imaginary insect bite.
Josh smiled at her, a warm comforting smile. At his age, Carmel would have been so nervous presenting at a meeting like this. He exuded confidence, though, and for a moment Carmel found herself musing that the girls he dated must find it a fairly attractive quality.
"Ok," Josh went on, half turning to the projector screen. "As you know, I've been tracking revenue for a few of our product lines over the past year, so I'm going to go through the figures."
With that, Josh clicked the device in his hand, and an empty graph appeared. At the same moment, Carmel felt a pulse of more intense vibration at her crotch, causing her to sit up and let out a quiet grunt. She managed to cover it with a small cough. Josh looked to her, questioningly.
"Great," she stammered out, "looking forward to it!"
Josh looked at her for a moment, slightly confused, but then smiled again, turning back to the screen.
That smile… Carmel thought to herself. Why had she never noticed the way one corner of his mouth turned up slightly more than the other, giving a really cute element to Josh's already handsome features. She shook her head slightly. What was she thinking about that for? He was twenty-four. She was thirty-seven, for god's sake, and his boss.
Taking a deep breath, Carmel told herself to control herself. Yes, she appeared to be experiencing some kind of malfunction with her panties - which she would be throwing straight in the bin on the way home, mind you - but she could remain professional and keep her mind focused on the task at hand.
Josh was talking again, explaining that in the first month of the financial year, sales had been slow. He pressed the pointer and a bar graph grew from the bottom x-axis, extending upwards over the space of about half a second to stop about a quarter of the way up the y-axis of the graph. Carmel was prepared for another more intense pulse at her crotch, but the pattern of it caught her off-guard. At the moment of the initial click, a slightly more intense pulse buzzed at the lowest vibration insert, positioned between her asshole and her pussy hole, and as the graph grew on the screen in front of her, the pulse travelled forwards, almost as though an electric finger was dragged up along her slit, finishing by lightly flicking her clit as the bar on the graph reached its full height.
Carmel managed to stifle the groan which threatened to burst from her throat, biting her hip, but couldn't help rocking her hips forward in her seat, pushing her clit down against the momentary stimulation there, trying to capture the fleeting moment before the intensity dropped back down the low, background buzz along her full crotch. Carmel let out an inaudible sigh, rocking back in her seat again.
Josh went on, explaining the market forces that had apparently led to the low sales figures. Out of everyone in the room, he looked mostly at Carmel, her being his supervisor and the person he needed to impress most. She found herself locking eyes with him, realizing after a few moments that the eye contact had gone on too long, and glancing away. She realized it was the fault of the panties, but she couldn't help thinking about how attractive he was. 6'2", slightly messy brown hair, dark eyes, a little bit of stubble on his strong jaw, broad shoulders, arms that filled his shirt nicely, obviously from many hours spent in the gym, a flat midsection that she wouldn't mind seeing shirtless, and a bulge in his slightly-too-tight pants that left less to the imagination than they should at work…
Horrified, Carmel realized too late that she had been staring at Josh's crotch, rocking back and forth ever so slightly, her breathing heavier than usual. She snapped her focus back up to Josh's face, realizing that he was looking at her with even more intensity than usual. Had he caught her staring at his crotch?!? Had anyone else noticed how intensely his eyes were boring into her? Or was she just imagining it in her heightened state of arousal?
Her focus managed to lock back onto Josh's words, dragging her eyes away from his to look at the graph.
"Luckily, in the following month," Josh began, "we saw much bigger sales."
Carmel's eyes flicked to the device in his hand just as his thumb pressed on the button. The pulse this time, once again starting at the lowest insert, was slightly stronger. As the longer bar on the graph grew, taking almost a full second to reach its full length, the stronger pulse took slightly longer to travel the length of her slit. Once again, Carmel found her hips betraying her composure, and she rocked forwards in her chair, the final insert lingering slightly longer on her clit, the intensity slightly higher. Carmel's eyes closed for a moment, and when she opened them again, her hips rocking back again and the baseline intensity returning, she saw Josh looking at her intently. Could he tell something strange was happening with her?
"Any questions at this point?" Josh asked the room in general.
"Carmel?" he asked, his focus turning to her. "Or should I continue?"
Carmel cleared her throat, but her reply came out somewhat husky, "Please, continue."
sh turned his attention once more to the screen.
"Unfortunately, the following month was a little slower again. Not quite as bad as month one, just a little less than month two."
Carmel's eyes fell once more on Josh's pointer hand, and she found herself willing his thumb to press the button, a sudden thought entering her mind that it was like his thumb on her clit. Appraising his hands, she realized that they were large - like a workman's hands. She imagined his grip would be strong, those long, thick fingers wrapping around the bar in the gym. Or around his throbbing cock. At this thought, Carmel's eyes flicked back to Josh's crotch. Had the bulge grown?? No, surely it was all in her lust-fuelled mind. Again she realized she was staring at his crotch, her eyes almost glazed over, and she realized her tongue was absent-mindedly running along her lower lip. She forced her eyes away and up to the screen, but not before stealing a quick glance at Josh's face, almost pleased to notice he had caught her again.
For the next few minutes, Josh discussed the differences between the first three months, not having to use the pointer again, and Carmel slowly regained her composure. The low-intensity buzzing continued to torment her, but it was once again manageable. Carmel mentally congratulated herself on her willpower as she focused on Josh's presentation, keeping her eyes away from his hand… or his crotch. And only making the appropriate level of eye contact, even nodding at appropriate statements in the presentation. She was a professional, after all, and her mind was much stronger than any bodily sensations.
"Ok, who wants to take a guess at our predictions for next month?" Josh asked the group. Various people made predictions, commenting on the different market forces that could potentially be at play.
"Before I reveal them, remember the factors that influenced our slowest month," Josh said.
At that Josh clicked back on the device in his hand, the most recent bar of the graph disappearing and only leaving the smallest bar.
At that, a new sensation hit Carmel - rather than starting at the back and travelling forwards, this time the pulse started at her clit, quickly pulsing backwards through the vibrating inserts to end between her ass and pussy. This took Carmel totally off guard and she loud out a quiet grunt. Josh's eyes locked onto her.
"Were you wanting to add a prediction, Carmel?" Josh asked, taking her involuntary vocalisation as a desire to add something.
Carmel said nothing, fighting to regain her composure.
"Which of the three months do you think it will be most like?" Josh asked, eyes on Carmel. At this, he thumbed the device, scrolling back to month one.
"Month one?" The front to back pulse hit, Carmel pressing herself down into the seat involuntarily, her eyes fixed to Josh's.
"Month two?" The lower intensity forward pulse made Carmel rock forwards and bite her lip, sure that Josh had noticed.
"Month three?"
She was expecting the stronger forward pulse this time, but she could not control her hips, rocking her forward and pressing her clit hard down against the intense sensation, and her eyes closed once again momentarily. Opening them again, she found herself focused on Josh's crotch. It couldn't have been her imagination - the bulge was definitely bigger. Her tongue teased her lower lip as unbidden images of him unzipping and releasing what appeared to be his sizable manhood as she knelt in front of him flashed into her mind's eye.
"Carmel?"
It was Josh.
"I think you must have been daydreaming," he said in a mock stern tone. Everyone in the room laughed.
"Sorry, I– " Carmel began, the words barely escaping her dry throat.
Josh cut her off.
"Do you think it'll be small?" He paused a moment, then added, "Like you've been experiencing? Sorry, like we've been experiencing," he added, "Or bigger, stronger, growith?"
His eyes were drilling into hers, and she hoped no one else was noticing it.
Absently, Josh's hand with the pointer dropped to his hip as he watched her, Carmel's eyes being drawn downward to the level of his belt. She didn't think it was on purpose, but as her eyes lingered there for a moment, she noticed the ever-growing bulge twitch.
"Bigger?" he added again.
Carmel's eyes once again locked onto his and she nodded, swallowing.
"Bigger," was all she could croak out.
With that, Josh's thumb pressed the pointer button. Along with the visual of the final bar on the graph growing, this time an almost comical sound accompanied it, starting low and increasing in pitch. The bar took much longer to extend from bottom to top, lasting a good five seconds, and as the bar extended upwards, Carmel's panties came to life. Starting at the back, this time the buzzing of each insert grew from weak to strong and then remained at that intensity as the next insert joined. Luckily the comical sound set the room off, with everyone laughing and clapping, otherwise they surely would have heard Carmel.
She could do nothing to cover the sound of her almost frenzied panting in anticipation of the final insert hitting her clit. Josh watched her, confused at what appeared to be the influence of his words alone. As the final insert hit its crescendo, Carmel could not stop herself from rocking back and forth frantically, pleased to be at the back of the room and out of everyone's eye line. Everyone's except Josh, that was. Biting her lip, she let out a series of whimpers, drowned out by the noise in the room, and felt her pussy flood her panties.
Thankfully, Josh's attention was taken from her as people asked questions and congratulated him on the presentation, and Carmel was both relieved and disappointed to see him switch the pointer off and place it down on the table. Composing herself, she stood up, somewhat shakily.
"Ok people, that's the meeting for today. Josh, great presentation," she said, making only the tiniest bit of eye contact, "Let's get to work."
With that, she turned to leave.
"Should I come to your office for feedback?" Josh asked
Carmel hesitated.
"Yes, of course. Just let me go to the bathroom and I'll see you in there in fifteen minutes."
With that, she left the room and headed for the bathroom.
Sitting in the stall, shaking slightly, Carmel peeled the panties down, staring at them. What had they done to her? What had she done?? She was surely going to have to give Josh an explanation. The poor boy had obviously noticed that something was going on. Cleaning herself up, she held the panties out, about to drop them into the garbage. She hesitated for a moment, then stuffed them into her handbag and made her way to her office.
Ten minutes later, Josh walked into her office, a somewhat hesitant smile on his face.
"Josh, come on in," Carmel started, trying to hit the right balance of friendly and professional, but sounding a little manic.
"And if you could just close the door," she added.
"Sure," Josh replied hesitantly, closing the door and then taking the seat across the desk from Carmel.
Carmel thought for a moment, looking down at her desk. Josh was silent, looking at her.
"Josh," Carmel started, "you probably noticed that I wasn't myself in the meeting."
Josh chuckled softly, but Carmel held up her hand so she could continue.
"I have to apologise for behaving in a somewhat unprofessional manner. However, once I've explained you'll see that it was not on purpose," she explained.
Josh looked at her quizzically but waited for her to go on.
"I accidentally wore… an undergarment today," Carmel said, searching for the words, "that have electronic inserts in them."
She paused, glancing at his face and feeling herself blush. He looked utterly confused at this point.
"You have to realize that I didn't realize they were functional… I just didn't have anything else to wear." She fumbled with the words, realizing she wasn't making much sense.
"You see, for some reason, the pointer you were using for your presentation… set them off." She trailed off.
She looked at him for a few moments, furrowing her brow as she tried to register if he was comprehending. Suddenly a look of realization crossed his face.
"Pulsating panties!" He almost cried out.
"Shhh," Carmel hushed him, looking at her office window to see if anyone was likely to have heard. Luckily no one had.
"It's ok," Josh said, "My ex-girlfriend had a pair of them!" He chuckled.
Seeing that he understood made Carmel relax a little, the red from her cheeks subsiding.
"Yes… them," Carmel replied uncomfortably, "So you see, I was very surprised when your pointer…:" she trailed off, unsure what words to use, "and found it a bit hard to control my…" she trailed off again.
"Orgasm," Josh finished her sentence, and seeing her blush deeply, he added, "It's ok, my ex and I used to use them at the mall, and then when we got back to her place she would be desperate for my…."
It was Josh's turn to trail off, noticing Carmel's blush deepened again.
"Sorry, TMI," he finished.
Then Josh's expression changed, taking on a worried look.
"You're not going to report me for, like, sexual harassment or something are you?" he stammered anxiously, "I mean, I didn't mean to… or cause you any distress."
"No!" Carmel almost blurted. "Of course not, Josh! You weren't to know - and it really didn't cause me any distress…" She trailed off again, then quickly added, "And you don't need to worry about it happening again. I've taken them off already!"
With this, she patted her handbag, sitting on its side on the table, realizing too late what this implied.
Josh's eyes flicked to the handbag, the open top towards him, and appeared to inhale deeply as his eyes widened a little. She hoped he couldn't see into the bag.
"Anyway," Carmel cleared her throat, "I don't think we need to mention this to anyone. We can simply put it behind us and forget it ever happened."
Josh appeared to have to physically drag his eyes from her handbag, nodding to her and regaining his friendly smile.
"Yeah, of course. Never happened." He smiled.
Carmel went on, "And your presentation was great, by the way, even if I was distracted."
They both laughed, the tension in the room dissipating.
*
That night, Carmel lay in bed staring at the ceiling. As much as she tried to put thoughts of the day out of her mind, she couldn't help ruminating on the strange, and intensely exciting albeit embarrassing, occurrence. The fact that she couldn't tell Chris, her husband, whom she should be able to tell anything, made it strangely even more exciting in her memory. She figured it was the forbidden fruit factor. She had even had to sneakily hand-wash the pulsating panties and put them through the dryer without Chris seeing so she could slip them back into the box. She could probably have simply said that she had to wear them as she didn't have any other clean pairs, and left it at that, but something made her hide even this from him. This both worried her and excited her further.
Chris finally came to bed, having finished watching the episode of whatever Netflix sci-fi show he was currently hooked on, Carmel, having tried to read the same page of her novel a dozen times without success, rolled over to him, draping her leg over him and kissing his neck lightly. It had been months since they had made love, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep without scratching this itch.
"Mmm, are you in a frisky mood?" Chris asked sleepily.
"Mmmhmmm," she murmured into his neck, feeling the stirrings of his manhood against her leg where it draped over him, "Hope you're not too sleepy…"
"I think I could probably find the energy," Chris chuckled, pressing his thigh into her already damp crotch.
"Hot office boys got you all worked up, eh?" Chris asked, mockingly.
Carmel froze for a moment, feeling how the comment made her pussy clench a little and her hips push into his leg.
"Don't be silly," she chuckled back, "I'm probably just ovulating…" She trailed off, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the fact that her reproductive pill blocked her ovulation.
With that, Carmel slid her leg back, giving herself space to reach for her husband's crotch. Taking his growing cock in her hand, she expertly coaxed Chris's manhood to full erection, moaning into his ear as it pulsed in her hand. An image of the bulge in Josh's pants flashed into her mind, and the sound of him saying "Bigger?" echoed through her skull. Hungrily, she climbed up onto Chris, lowering herself onto his hard cock with a sigh. He wasn't small, but she couldn't stop her mind from wondering whether Josh was bigger. It sure looked like it from the bulge in his pants.
Chris, sensing how turned on his wife was, lasted no time at all, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her as he came.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "Didn't take much… Do you want me to go down on you?" He yawned.
