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Smart Bra
🕑 Added 2025-01-14 22:18:40 +0000 UTCTier reward for Matthew Nuckles
A nervous woman decides to try out smart panties and a matching bra.
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My butt had gone numb sitting on the front steps of my brownstone. I’d woken up a few hours ago to an innocuous message announcing that my package would be arriving today. Most people would go about their day and wait for it to be delivered, and most of the time, so would I. But not today. I dressed and parked on my front step the second I knew it was coming. It wasn't every day you got a set of smart panties and a bra, and I didn't want to miss out on a single second using them.
The wind tousled my long dark hair and I hugged my thick coat closed to keep out the cold. Finally, after what felt like hours, I saw a man carrying a large postal bag and descending the street. My fingers gripped the steps so hard they turned white; this was it. The mail carrier was a handsome man in his thirties who smiled and gave me a wink as he passed over the package.
“Expecting something special?”
It was a simple question; all I had to do was return his smile and say something clever, but my mind went blank. Just like always. Despite the cold, sweat broke out on my palms, and I gave a breathy laugh that was supposed to be charming but came out awkward.
“Oh no! I mean, yes, I mean…bye.”
I didn’t wait to see his disappointment, I grabbed my package and quickly stepped inside. Slamming the door closed behind me and leaning heavily against it to catch my breath.
“Why do you have to be like this, Lila?” I groaned to myself, looking down at the package and then over to the hall mirror.
I shouldn't be so excited over smart panties. I had piercing blue eyes and long dark hair. With my curvy figure and delicate features, any guy would be happy to have me. I shouldn’t feel this crippling anxiety every time I talk to people but I just couldn't help it. It was like I was cursed; ever since I bloomed in my late teens into a dark-haired beauty it was like all my confidence disappeared.
People saw me and expected suave, sophisticated and sexy. Not a timid, nervous, mouse of a woman. My damn anxiety meant I was still a virgin in my mid-twenties, which was just another turn off. The one time I managed to get through a date long enough to reach the bedroom, I totally fumbled it by admitting I’d ever had sex before. In the stories, guys were always so excited to take a girl's virginity, but in my experience, when a man saw somebody as busty as me, they expected experience. Experience I didn’t have.
So when I saw the ad online for smart panties, I was thrilled. It wasn't really sex, but it was as close as I was going to get. Putting the awkward encounter with the mailman behind me, I rushed upstairs to my bedroom, shedding off my heavy winter coat to reveal nothing underneath. I stopped for a moment and looked over my naked body; I wondered what that mailman would have thought if he knew the only thing between him and my body was that coat. Maybe he would have been the flustered one instead of me.
I ripped open the nondescript brown paper with trembling fingers to reveal a shiny silver box. I flicked it open, and inside, laying on a bed of velvet was a simple matching set of underwear made of plain black material. I ran my fingers over it and shivered; it felt like an odd mix between rubber and fabric, soft but somehow solid.
I took my time taking them out of the box; this was going to be my first time in a lot of ways, I wanted to savour the experience. I stood before my bedroom mirror and held the bra against myself before finally slipping it on. It fit like a glove, which made sense, they did ask for precise measurements. You would never have guessed the cups were full of tiny sensors; they were so soft and comfortable. The panties were the same, a perfect fit for my peachy ass.
“Here we go.” I whispered, “I’m ready for the full experience.”
My pussy started to moisten in anticipation as I opened up the website and found the live sex forums. A list of names appeared before me: random accounts with people who had matching sex toys. With the click of a button, I could pair myself with a man using one of the smart fleshlights or other toys, and he could fuck me from afar. In another tab, I could see a list of women like me, all wearing outfits, just waiting for somebody to pair with them and blow their minds.
I was tempted to join them and try going about my day; how hot would it be to be walking along minding my own business and suddenly be penetrated with no warning? It would add an illicit thrill to everyday jobs, that was for sure. Tempting, but I decided against it, if this was my first time, I wanted to know who was fucking me.
I ran down a list of profiles until I found one that stuck out. Aaron James's photo sent a shiver right through me. I was six feet tall and black, with eyes that were full of passion. He’d only just logged on too, so he would hopefully be online for a while. A few clicks later, a little circle on the screen spun, the word ‘syncing’ flashed and then a green tick appeared.
I jumped to my feet with an excited squeal, ready to run back to my bed and wait for the panties to work their magic. I made it two steps before I felt something pushing at my entrance.
“Oh…Oh my God. This is really happening…”
I stumbled, falling to my knees as I felt a thick, girthy cock slowly sliding up into my tight passage. Logically, I knew it was the built-in dildo but it felt so real. It really did feel like that sexy man was fucking me. I keened on my hands and knees; why was he being so slow? It was torturous and wonderful. I felt his tip brush my G spot, and I saw stars; this was already so much better than my fingers.
“Hnnn, oh, please…” I moaned helplessly, hips rutting uselessly against open air. God, I wished I could feel fingers holding my hips in place. I could imagine Aaron behind me, mounting me with a grin as he teased me. Now, he was slowly sliding out.
“Oh God, he’s d-doing this on purpose.”
He teased me with slow thrusts in and out. I squeezed him back, trying to force him to stay inside. I wondered what sounds he was making as his fleshlight mimicked my movements. Oh fuck, this was so hot, but it wasn't enough. With some difficulty, I managed to crawl back to my computer, with a few clicks, I uploaded my profile to the list of active users.
Aaron was speeding up now, making me pant and my vision blur as my eyelids threatened to close. A second later, my smart bra came to life; somebody had licked on my profile!
“Oooooh, Oh yes!” I wailed as a rough tongue licked my nipples. “Oooooh, yes, more!”
A hand grabbed one of my tits, fingers pinching my free nipple while the other was licked and sucked. I had no idea who was doing it. I didn't even know if they were a man or a woman. Now, I had two lovers touching me. Aaron was speeding up further, slamming his cock deep into my pussy as he got close himself. He was moving so hard I swore I could feel phantom balls slapping against my inner folds.
Meanwhile, my bra continued to buzz as a second mouth joined in. Oh God, how many people were touching me now? Actually, I didn't care. The important thing was, I wasn't feeling self-conscious anymore, here I could be as loud as I wanted without worrying about how my lovers would feel. I could do anything, guilt and anxiety-free.
“Yes! Fuck me harder, big boy!” I cried, rolling onto the floor and splaying my legs wide so that Aaron could fill me up.
The mouths on my nipples became more insistent, and I felt the pleasure begin to rise up inside me. Even when I touched myself, I always came silently, too scared somebody might hear. Now, though, I couldn't have stayed quiet if I tried. I came with a ragged cry that turned into a breathy whimper.
Aaron was still going; did he know I’d cum by the way I’d squeezed him? If he did, he didn't care because he just kept going. A hand was massaging my tits now, pressing its fingertips down against my diamond hard nipples and making little waves of pleasure crash over my body. My back arched, and I whimpered and came again, then again.
“G-god, it’s too much!”
I had to turn them off, but I couldn’t. Every time I tried to get up, another orgasm would wash over me. My lovers weren't giving me a break, I was a slave to my baser instincts. My pale skin was going pink all over from the flush of cumming, and yet I couldn’t stop. I managed to get to my hands and knees, trying to crawl for the computer, only for Aaron to push deep inside me and crush his tip against my G-spot.
My hands slipped out from under me, so my ass was in the air, wiggling back and forth out of habit, trying to rut against a lover who wasn't there. My whole body felt oversensitive, even the brush of carpet against my knees sent shivers of pleasure through me. Aaron’s thrusts were getting hard and short; he had to be close, and I could feel my own ecstasy building up once more.
“A-again? Oh god, I can't I…I….Oh God, I’m cumming, Yes! Yes!!”
I could feel my own juices flowing down my legs; I’d cum more today than I had in my entire life leading up to now. It was utterly glorious. Aaron finally retreated, having finally spent himself. I shuddered, feeling him leave, my pussy felt empty and open in a way it never had before. Despite my exhaustion from the multiple orgasms, it made me hungry for more. I wanted to be filled again.
With a shaky hand, I reached up and clicked off the connection on my laptop. The hands and mouths disappeared from my tits, and I slumped to the ground again. Utterly spent. My chest rose and fell as I struggled to catch my breath; that had been the single most erotic experience of my life, and it was all thanks to the smart panties.
I reached down and gently pressed my fingers against them, shuddering as aftershocks rocked my system. My computer was pining, and more people were signing on. My lips broke into a smile; I would never be without lovers thanks to these. I’d only just brushed the surface of what these new toys could do, and I intended to plump the depths and experience every sensual pleasure they could bring.
