Laura was sound asleep when I woke on Saturday morning. I got up, made us both a coffee, and brought it back to bed. She stirred as I pulled back the bedroom curtains, letting in the sunlight.

“Morning babe. I made you a coffee.”

“Thank you. What time is it?” She asked, blinking the sleep from her eyes and propping herself up on her pillow.

“It’s seven o’clock. It’s a nice day outside.”

We drank our coffee, then made our way downstairs. I made some toast, while Laura sat thumbing through the colour supplement. At this point we had no clue how we were going to spend our day.

Out of the blue, Laura lifted her head from the magazine and announced, “Some of the West End department stores are having a sale this weekend. Why don’t we go? Grab a bargain.”

By nine o’clock we had showered and were in the car driving towards the station to catch the nine-thirty fast train to London.

Most of the morning was spent trying on clothes, giggling and squeezing into tiny changing cubicles. We did manage to snap up a couple of bargains, but with London prices, they were few and far between.

We mooched through the side exit of a large department store and found ourselves in a narrow pedestrianised zone that ran between some older buildings of the city. It was then that we discovered a sex shop.

This was no grubby, seedy little joint with porn mags, dildos and fidgety old men - this was a radical departure from the stereotype adult store, with a classy chrome and glass decor. From the outside, it appeared very sophisticated.

“Should we go inside?” I questioned.

Peeking through the window, we could see two sales assistants. They were young attractive women, both dressed smartly with neatly groomed hair. This gave us the confidence to go in.

“Wouldn’t it be fun if we bought something,” I joked as we went through the door.

The redheaded assistant greeted us.

“Good afternoon ladies, welcome to our store. Take your time, have a good look around. If you need anything, it would be my pleasure to assist you,” she said as she backed away with a reassuring smile.

As we browsed through the lingerie, handcuffs and synthetic body parts, I saw something that set my mind racing.

“Laura look, a vibrating love egg with a thrill-seeking ten-function wireless remote control. Lightweight, silent and internally wearable egg vibrator for a truly unique pleasure experience,” I said with excitement as I read the description from the box.

“Just imagine the fun we could have with this. The possibilities are endless. Let’s buy it,” I squealed.

There was a moment of silence.

“Are you serious?” she quizzed.

“Think about it. If one of us inserted the love egg, the other could play with the remote control. Ultimate pleasure by remote,” I whispered, into her ear.

Laura was having none of it and made a bee-line for the exit. Unbeknown to her, I gathered up the toy and paid for it before making my way outside to re-join her.

“You haven’t?” she asked, looking at the bag in my hand.

“I have,” I replied mischievously.

“Have you gone completely mad?” She mouthed as I opened the bag to show her my purchase.

“We could use it anywhere. Nobody needs ever know,” I said, conspiratorially.

“Oh, like that’s gonna happen. What happens if someone discovers our little secret and we get caught?” She argued back.

A few yards along the road we found a café and stopped for lunch. We ordered some food and a bottle of Chardonnay. I discreetly examined the egg in more detail, as Laura poured the wine.

“Look, the batteries are fully charged. Let’s give it a try.” I said, pressing the on button to check out the noise level.

The egg vibrated once to show it was active. As stated on the box, it was completely silent.

“Let’s experiment with it on the train journey home?” I said as I took another sip of wine.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” She asked, trying to second guess my thoughts.

“You really want to do this in a carriage full of strangers?” She asked with a glint in her eye.

“If I insert the egg, you could control my pleasure by remote. You can send me vibrations as and when you want. Nobody would hear, and nobody would know,” I blurted, setting out the ground rules.

“Supposing you orgasm? I can’t imagine the humiliation of you moaning and calling out “Oh my god, I’m coming,” just before you reach the finish line,” Laura pointed out, but chuckling a little at the thought.

“That’s what makes it so exciting. Let’s do it Laura. Please!” I pleaded.

I excused myself and slipped into the lady’s toilet, then emerged carrying a small fluffy toy on a key chain. On the other end of the key chain was the wireless remote control for our silky silicone egg, which I had inserted into my vagina.

As the wine flowed, we hatched our plan of action. Laura would discreetly control the egg from inside her handbag. In an effort to maintain our masquerade, we agreed to sit on opposite sides of the carriage.

“You’ll need this.” I urged. Handing her the key chain.

We finished our lunch and made our way back to the station to catch our train home. My pulse was racing with the anticipation of what was about to happen.

Laura chose a seat diagonally opposite mine, with a knowing glance to each other as our train pulled out of the station to begin our fifty-five-minute journey home. Five minutes out of the station, Laura made sure I was looking in her direction before leaning forward to pick up her bag from the floor. She knew her gaping neckline would provide me with an ample eyeful of her cleavage.

With the bag on her lap, she delved inside to select the lowest setting on the remote before flicking the on switch. Ultra-light vibrations from the egg massaged the most sensitive part of my body, sending a rush of blood to every nerve ending.

After a couple of minutes, I found myself struggling to maintain a sensible facial expression. I swallowed hard and crossed my legs as Laura flicked the remote to the off position and the egg fell motionless.

“Regain your composure Emily,” I thought to myself knowing my face was probably crimson.

I looked over at Laura. She gave me a knowing smile before flicking the remote on once again. This time she’d racked the vibes up a notch, sending slightly more powerful ripples of delight through my body.

I maneuvered myself onto the edge of my seat and was looking flustered and a little fidgety. My mouth felt dry as I licked my lips. Mindful of my heavy breathing, I made a conscious effort to breathe in through my nose, and exhale slowly through my mouth, while at the same time trying to relax the muscles in my face.

The guy in the seat opposite was showing a healthy interest in my odd fidgety behavior and began to openly ogle my breasts. I adjusted my coat to cover my breasts as my nipples began to harden under my top,

Laura parted her knees slightly giving me a good view of her inner thighs. I had to look away, I could feel the dampness in my panties. She reached into her bag and switched the egg off.

“I can’t cope with this. Building me up then stopping. I need a distraction,” I thought to myself.

Every single nerve ending was being attended to at once. It was mind blowing. My clitoris was lubricated, throbbing and ready to erupt. I felt my neck and chest flush, as I sat desperately trying not to squirm.

Still the guy opposite was staring, but looked away every time I turned to face him. I began looking randomly around the carriage in an effort to take my mind off what was happening to my twitching, puffy vagina.

Laura must have sneakily changed the setting on the remote to super high intensity, thrill-seeking, turbo mode as she pressed the on button. This was a game changer. Vigorous pulses sent a rush of sensations directly to my clitoris. This time when the guy looked at me, he didn’t look away. I detected a slight, knowing smile on his face as he looked at Laura, then back at me.

My thoughts reverted straight back to sex as my vagina muscles contracted, gripping the egg. At this point I realized I was biting my bottom lip, something I always do as I approach that toe-curling, can’t-help-but-moan, tingle in my pelvis moment.

“God, I’m going to come,” I thought.

I cleared my mind, as I desperately tried to think about anything to prevent me from coming.

Despite my efforts, nothing was going to distract me. I was racing to edge of infinite pleasure. Luckily, at that moment Laura switched off the egg with a discreet flick.

“I can’t hold on?” I thought in the back of my mind.

My skirt had ridden up.

With a little wriggle I pulled it down in an effort to make myself more respectable before getting up out of my seat and making a dash for the toilet.

My urgency to climax was unstoppable. My sex was on fire.

Locking the toilet door behind me, I steadied myself against the wall before raising my skirt and slipping my hand down my knickers to finish the job. The moment I touched my damp folds, that powerful, unmistakeable dull-ache began to build in my lower belly. Teasing myself with slippery circular strokes, a mild pleasurable wave radiated from my clitoris, which built into a sensational peak that pulsated deep inside as my orgasm took hold.

Thanks to Laura’s nifty button pushing, my little prank had been a success. I removed the egg, and returned to my seat.

Laura and the guy were now the only ones in the carriage and had, evidently, struck up a conversation.

“Here she comes,” said Laura brightly.

“I was just saying to Mike that you’d had to rush off to powder your nose.”

Mike looked at my doubtless flushed face and raised an eyebrow.

“Did you now.” He said knowingly, and chuckled slightly.

We giggled like schoolgirls as we made our way to the station car park. Once home we poured ourselves a glass of wine and made our way to the bedroom.

I’ve put the egg in our toy draw for use another day.

“Your turn next time Laura,” I teased.