The Orgasm Resort
by Amaverena

Luxury resort with one purpose: to make you cum.

Part 2

The Velvet Slip.

Rebecca wakes on the second day of her incredibly adventurous weekend away. The knots in her shoulders seem to have eased, and she can't truly believe how well she slept. It's true, the hotel's beds are magnificent, but Rebecca can't help but wonder if it's from the mind-bending orgasm from the night before.

Bear had asked if she wanted to join her for a midnight dip in the hot tub, but Rebecca said, 'Maybe tomorrow.' She spent the next two hours questioning if she should've gone, wondering what the hot tub would have entailed, then convincing herself that she still had time.

Thinking back to the bar and reliving what she did makes her pussy clench. If she were home, she'd probably end up rubbing one out. But here, there's no need. Wherever she goes, there's bound to be something to quench her thirst.

The breakfast buffet looks just as innocent as the bar had at first glance. But Rebecca knows better now. There are undoubtedly people sitting in this very room at this very second making their way towards an orgasm.

The thought is so outrageously tantalising.

Rebecca finds the table with her room number and proceeds to order a coffee and a cinnamon bun.

"Miss Gale, can I bring you anything else?"

Rebecca knows what he's referring to this time.

"Any suggestions?"

So professionally, he replies with a polite smile. "If I may ask, are you wearing underwear, Miss Gale?"

Heat blooms across her face.

"Yes," she manages to answer, hoping to god she's not as red in the face as she feels.

The waiter nods, respectfully. "I would very much recommend The Velvet Slip, Miss Gale. It's a long-time favourite for many of our clients."

Intriguing.

"Ok, thank you." Her voice cracks on the last word.

Just a moment later he returns with a round container, wrapped with a velvet ribbon. He places it on the table in front of her, next to her coffee.

"The instructions are inside, but if you'd prefer, I can assist you."

Being assisted seems a little too much for breakfast.

"I'm sure I'll figure it out," she answers, mirroring his polite smile.

VELVET SLIP™

Adaptive stimulation technology designed for continuous full-contact pleasure.

The Velvet Slip is ready to use and designed to be placed directly against the skin for a seamless experience. The conductive gel absorbs gradually to heighten sensitivity without staining or dripping. Designed to sit comfortably inside underwear, the Slip moulds effortlessly to the body for responsive, full-contact stimulation.

Her disc is white, but just while she gets settled, she thinks a bit of privacy is preferable. She turns the disc to black and places it in full view.

She meticulously unties the ribbon and removes the lid. Inside is a strange and otherworldly-looking object. It's gelatinous and translucent. Rebecca almost feels like it will fall apart when she touches it, but to her surprise, it's quite solid to the touch.

She carefully gathers it between her fingers. It truly is the oddest thing she has ever seen.

She looks around once before discreetly lifting her dress under the table. Luckily the tablecloth reaches the floor so no one can see underneath. With a finger, she pulls her panties open from the top and lets the slimy object slide off of her fingers inside.

It immediately begins to shift against her, settling into every crease and hollow.

She squirms at the foreign sensation. It almost feels alive, and fuck, if that's not the most erotic thing she's ever experienced.

She takes the instructions again and turns them over:

The Velvet Slip is a low-intensity stimulation device designed for prolonged wear and gradual pleasure. Subtle movement and natural body motion activate the adaptive gel lining, creating responsive full-contact sensation throughout use.

Squirming is encouraged.

Squirming sounds about right.

Fuck.

It's indescribable.

She immediately begins to fidget in her seat, unable to sit with the feeling just yet. Every time she moves, it moves with her. No escape. No mercy. Just constant tingling everywhere.

It's not enough to cum, but fuck if it'll make her desperate to.

She lifts herself off her seat just to shift a little to the side, and it finds her ass. Like a curious succubus, it invades her crack from top to bottom. Her hole flutters as the toy coats her rim in its gel, making it tingle.

A whine escapes her lips.

She immediately thinks of Bear. She'd laugh at her. The thought makes Rebecca's insides tighten with embarrassment.

The sweetest kind.

All she can do is try to breathe through it. She sits there for a moment, trying to collect herself. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

When she opens them, Bear is standing a few feet away from her table with a knowing smirk.

"Morning," she greets.

Rebecca looks up at her, wondering if she looks as pitiful as she feels.

"The slip?"

Rebecca nods.

"May I?" Bear asks, pulling out the chair in front of her and sitting down without really waiting for an answer. "Is it everywhere?" She asks, smirking.

A nod is all Rebecca can handle.

"Aww, and you're so sensitive there too." Bear pouts mockingly.

She calls the waiter over.

"I'll have whatever she's having," she says.

"Funny," Rebecca grunts.

Bear sits back and cocks her head to the side, really looking at her. "That way we can sit here and squirm together."

Ugh. Even the word 'squirm' makes Rebecca squirm.

"So, did you sleep well?"

"I--" Deep breaths. She tells herself. "I did."

"Me too. Woke up feeling very...refreshed."

The waiter returns with coffee, a cinnamon roll, and the Velvet Slip.

Bear takes a sip and a bite, eyeing Rebecca's untouched breakfast, then opens her slip with much less precision than Rebecca did and scoops it out onto her fingers. Unceremoniously, she unzips her jeans, pulls her panties open and drops the slip inside.

Rebecca watches her face, curious as to what her reaction will be. Bear's eyes fall shut and she smiles in bliss.

"Ugh, that's it," she sighs. "I wish I could meet the maker of the slip and thank them for creating such a masterpiece."

She shuffles around on her seat. "Oof, just let me make sure it's--" She shamelessly rolls her hips against the chair, presumably making sure the Slip settles everywhere.

Rebecca is still squirming in her own seat. Her entire pussy is quivering, tender and unbearably reactive, every tiny movement making her twitch and gasp.

"You're so cute; I wish we were sharing," Bear comments. It's so casual, so thrown out there, that Rebecca takes a second to dissect what she meant.

Sharing a Slip.

Oh.

Rebecca's pussy clenches and a soft moan falls from her lips.

"Maybe later," Bear adds with a wink. "Have some breakfast."

Rebecca takes yet another deep breath and wills herself to take a sip of coffee. It takes a few sips, but her body does seem to get used to being stimulated. It doesn't soften. The sensation doesn't subside either.

In fact, the worst part is that the Slip rewards every attempt to ignore it. Crossing her legs. Tensing her thighs. Adjusting herself in the chair. Every effort to regain control only makes the sensation spread. But she does manage to sit with it and just let it happen.

"How long are you staying for?" Rebecca asks, genuinely curious about Bear.

"I have an annual membership, and I come most weekends."

"Wow," Rebecca says, impressed.

"I've always said that I have no time for relationships, but honestly, I've just found my balance in life and don't want to disrupt it."

"That's...honest."

Rebecca takes another sip of her coffee, the Slip still swirling over her pussy.

"Careful," Bear says with a smirk. "The more relaxed you are, the worse it gets."

"Yeah," Rebecca scoffs.

"What about you? What brings you here?"

After a breath, Rebecca answers, "Like I said yesterday, I'm not really in the mood for a relationship in my life right now. I want to focus on my career."

"But?"

"But I still want to feel something."

Like a knee-jerk reaction, when she says it, she gently moves, and so does the Slip. Her clit tingles, making her gasp.

"Poor thing, you're so sensitive," Bear giggles. "I'll leave you to it. See you around Tingle Town, sweet thing."

Rebecca watches as she gets up, desperately wanting to see if the Slip affects her even just a tiny bit.

"Mmh," she grunts, sliding one hand into her panties and leaning on the back of the chair with the other. "Just a sec."

Rebecca watches, transfixed, as Bear's hand begins to move beneath the waistband of her jeans. Fuck, she's just standing there masturbating. Her eyes roll and she moans once, a breathy moan that carries real pleasure.

"You should try this," she murmurs. "Rub the slip over your clit, trust me."

Rebecca, a little stunned first thing in the morning, looks around the room instinctively. It's not as busy as before. And across the room there's a girl gripping the sides of the table, her knuckles white, and her face screwed up as she humps something -- Rebecca can't see below her waist.

"Or that," Bear adds. "Just grind on it."

Getting ever so much closer to not caring what's going on around her, Rebecca scoots forward a little and begins to move her hips to grind down, making the Slip rub into her, all over her.

"Open your legs; give it room."

Her legs spread almost of their own accord, and...yeah...that's good. Rebecca chokes out a high-pitched sound.

"Told you; now move again and tell me how it feels."

Rebecca moves again.

The Slip shifts instantly, coating her clit in another pulse of tingling sensation that makes her thighs twitch open wider.

"Oh my god," she breathes.

Bear grins. "There she is."

Rebecca immediately looks around again, embarrassed by the noise she made.

"Nobody cares," Bear says casually. "Half this room is fighting for their lives right now."

Another moan escapes Rebecca's chest and crawls up her throat. She decides she doesn't care. The only important thing in this moment is to chase the feeling. Her hips buck faster and harder. Bear moans louder too, her hand rubbing faster and faster.

Rebecca chances a glance behind her again at the girl who was in the same boat as the one she's in now. The blonde girl is panting while now slowly rotating her hips on the chair. She looks up at Rebecca and smiles, seemingly exhausted.

Rebecca closes her eyes and completely lets go. She rubs her clit as fast as she can down on the Slip, hard and frantic.

"Fuck, I'm wanna cum watching you," Bear groans.

Her words shoot right through Rebecca, making her clench.

"C'mon," she growls, "cum with me and I'll rim you again later."

Rebecca lets out a high-pitched whine.

"That's it," Bear teases.

The point of no return is behind her now. She rubs vigorously, leaning in desperately to the sensation on her clit. The protective hood gets gently pushed back and forth, making her ache for release.

"Tell me when you're about to cum," Bear croaks.

Rebecca whimpers. "I feel like I've been cumming for ages."

Bear groans, "Yeah, the Slip can do that." Another moan. "That's it. Let it happen."

Rebecca tries to relax into the feeling.

"Good girl."

Fuck.

"Oooh, you like that? Being a good girl?" a soft laugh. "Poor thing. There's no point pretending you don't like it. Your body betrays you every time."

Rebecca's thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.

The Slip slides against her again, and her entire body jerks.

"Fuck--" she chokes out far too loudly.

Heads turn this time.

She doesn't care.

"That's the one," Bear encourages. "Don't stop now."

Rebecca grinds harder, rhythm erratic as a sort of panic washes over her. The entire elegant breakfast atmosphere ruined by her pathetic moaning, panting like an animal in heat.

"Aww," Bear laughs softly, breathless herself. "Look at you. Jesus, you're absolutely wrecked."

She is. She truly is.

"Everybody knows exactly what you're doing. Just cum already. I know you're right there."

After all this time building and building, when she falls, Rebecca can't stop herself from making the most feral noise. It ascends from her chest, up her throat, and explodes.

She cums so hard. It burns and pulses and radiates through her, beating in time with her heart. The sound that leaves her barely feels human.

Bear lets out a growl too, not as loud as her but still enough for Rebecca to realise that she's cumming too.

It takes a good minute to calm down; her body folds around the sensation helplessly, hips still chasing it even after it becomes too much.

"You okay there, sweet thing?"

Rebecca, unable to even look at her properly, nods weakly, eyes still closed as the remnants of her orgasm begin to ease.

"That's it. Breathe through it. You're okay." Bear comforts with another soft laugh. "You look like your soul just left your body."

Rebecca goes to swat her, making her laugh out loud.

"Let me get you a fresh coffee."

A few moments later, Bear returns with a steaming cup. She takes her seat again in front of her and grins.

"I thought you were leaving," Rebecca asks, still a little out of breath.

"I was just gonna go to the pool, but you distracted me."

Bear shuffles a little and lifts her hips before snaking her hand down the front again and removing the Slip.

"Ooof, I love these things," she says, putting it back in its box and closing the lid.

Rebecca lifts her dress under the table and does the same. As it slides up, the protective hood of her poor clit rides up, exposing her raw clit against it, making her wince in oversensitivity.

Bear chuckles.

"Come on, finish that and come to the pool with me."

Rebecca gives her a tired look.

"Is it a regular pool, or are you taking me to a pool of rubber dicks or something?"

"Nah, rubber dick party is only on Wednesdays."

Rebecca rolls her eyes but smiles.

"The pool is meant to be relaxing. You have the inside part with the meditating music and the outside where you can sunbathe."

"Yeah, I've heard of that part."

Bear smirks.

"So you know what to expect...but you haven't heard of the inside, right?"

"Meditating?"

"Only the music, you know the kind that makes you want to pee?"

Rebecca squints at her.

"I don't think that's what it's supposed to do."

"Don't knock it till you try it." And with that, Bear gets to her feet. "Come on."