This is a rather amusing tale of something that happened to a “friend” of mine. Namely me.
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. I suddenly was just driven to find out what he was all about. I became attached to him pretty quickly, and he was exactly what I was looking for.No problems, no ties, no baggage, and always pleasing. I named him “Nemo” after that cute little fish in the movie. He was not a swimmer, but he was best when wet!
Nemo was just about the longest lasting pleasure giver that I was ever entertained by. I always was the first of us to tucker out. He was insatiable. Oh God, how I treasured Nemo! He was so compact and hard and felt good when I held him. Good things come in small packages, and that was Nemo. Small but mighty. He had twice the energy that you would expect of something his size. He only gave me grief once. But it was a doozie!
Captain Nemo, my companion when I needed him the most, was a mini-vibrator!
I was attracted to his high quality look right off the bat. I had not had sex in so long I had almost forgotten what it felt like. Almost like sexual amnesia or something. So of course when I caught a glimpse of him in the window display, bells just started to ring as my mind latched onto the possibility of having some sexual relief. His best feature was that he came with a small tubular carrying case that fit like a glove into my purse. It looked like a small fold down umbrella to the casual observer. He was my little orgasmatron, but nobody ever suspected.
I am a traveling salesperson by trade. I sell hydraulic valves of all things. I travel a lot, frequently out of town for three weeks of every month. When I first started, I was thrilled at the freedom that my job gave me. Traveling, meeting new people, opening new accounts. It was quite a rush. But after several years of that my enthusiasm started to wane. By my second decade on the road, it was just a job. 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. I often had several guys on the go at the same time. I never promised them anything exclusive, and they were okay with that. I avoided one night stands. In fact, I never had one. I hope that all of my past companions still think of me with the same warmth of feelings that I still feel for them. I was always very careful about protection, and have 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. I found that as each of them went on their own way to build something more permanent in their lives, I just stopped trying to replace them as I had in the past. 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. Thus, Nemo.
At the end of one particularly grueling sales trip, I was extremely tired and started to get quite sleepy behind the wheel. 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 quick supper, and turned in. 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. As I activated him, I realized that he was not buzzing normally. I remembered that I had been meaning to replace his batteries but had not gotten around to it. I opened my purse and pulled out the ones that I had already picked up. Recharged with a new set of batteries, Nemo was soon purring normally.
I have no idea why, but that night Nemo was giving me more pleasure than ever before. I was totally enthralled with pleasure. It was either the fresh batteries or the state of exhaustion that I was in or some combination of both. I really do not know why, I just know that it felt awesome. 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. My climax was huge, but when I came, I lost my grip on Nemo and he slipped way up inside of me. It was an awkward angle for me and I could not reach him. The problem was that he was still running. I was getting panicky but he just kept bopping along. I hoped the batteries would start to run down quickly, but I had bought the bunny brand, and they seemed to have endless amounts of energy. I came again in a couple of minutes, and then again. I was tired. I tried everything I could think of but could not get him out. I had an idea, so I stood up and bounced and jumped on my heels. I hoped that his weight would dislodge him. That almost worked, but just at the point I could just touch him with my fingers, I came again, and up he went.
I was almost dead by then, but that smug little self centered buzz bomb just kept humming along. By now I was cursing EverReady quite vociferously. I finally came to the conclusion that I was not going to be able to do this by myself. Asking the hotel night clerk might have made his day, but I was not about to do that. Instead, I looked up the address of the nearest hospital and payed a visit to their emergency ward. I was hoping to get a sympathetic nurse rather than some uptight doctor. I was lucky I guess. They were not that busy, but even so I had to wait a half hour before I could see anybody. In that time, I came six more times. Now I was just getting tired of it all, but Nemo wasn't.
A doctor finally showed up to see to me, and it was not any time at all before I was free of Nemo. I was a totally embarrassed by the entire situation. He was really nice though, and talked to me for a few minutes to relax me. He said that he had to do this several other times during his career. As he walked away to attend to another patient, I could not help but check out his scrumptious butt. Way nice! It went well with his face, and he had a good one. He was even my age. But with all those eye candy features, someone else must have him totally wrapped up already.
As I got dressed, my fatigue really hit me like a ton of bricks. I could barely pull up my slacks. As I left, I asked the nurse where the cafeteria was, and wandered in that direction. I was sitting there eating a muffin and drinking a latte when Dr. Studly walks in and orders a coffee. I was trying not to stare, but my tongue was sort of hanging out a bit I think. But he surprised me when he wandered over and asked to sit down.
You know, I have been a salesperson all my life so I have a real 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. Not so with this guy. Within 3 minutes, I found myself talking to him about all the things that was frustrating me in my life, including the fact that I had nobody in it. He said he understood the whole job issue. His wife had left him a couple of years before because she could not tolerate his job demands. He had just finalized his divorce. Suddenly, Dr. Hunk became a lot more interesting to me. I started to subtly shift the conversation.
As I left the hospital, I did a little happy dance because I had cajoled him into asking me out for a date the following weekend. That Saturday, things went really well, and a series of dates followed as our schedules permitted. Since we both had demanding jobs, we fully understood the constraints that could put on each of us. Unexpected blips sometimes forced us to reschedule a date, but we never, ever held that against each other. If anything, it just made our next date that much more special. In any event, after a year we moved in together, and two years later we were married.
Poor Nemo suffered the most in all of this. As I was more involved with the love of my life, the less I turned to him for solace. After a five months, I had pretty much put him away for good. I think he sensed my happiness and was okay with it. Sometimes I think that he planned it. The way things just worked out that is. Maybe he was my little messenger from God. In any event, Nemo still has a special place on a shelf in my bedroom. Every once in a while I take him down, and remember all the great things that he brought into my life.
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