Jane hated being sent to seminars. What she hated most was that she would have to stay in a hotel for at least one night. So, she wasn't too overjoyed when her boss had told her that she should go instead of him. "You can tell me the important stuff afterwards, so I won't have to go ..." So here she was, in a strange town where she didn't know anybody, at a seminar on some boring legal stuff that she didn't really care to know about if it wasn't her job. The first day went OK, they even finished early, at 4:45. But here was the next problem: What should she do to pass the evening. She didn't really feel like going out all alone. It's either boring as hell, or you get hit on all evening long, which she didn't feel like at all. She was a seminar-pro, and she was used to getting bored in the evenings, so she had brought a book with her. She went out to get a snack for the evening and also a bottle of red, then she just stopped at the bar for a drink and a glass to enjoy her wine in. So Jane spent the evening alone in her hotel room, reading her book and enjoying a bottle of California's finest red vine till she decided to go to bed at around 10:30. She woke up in the middle of the night, totally disorientated. "What time is it? Why is it so damn dark in here?" She wanted to sit up and reach for her watch that was supposed to be on the nightstand, but she couldn't get up. Her torso seemed to be bound to the bed, but she didn't know how. She could move her head, her arms and legs. She began to panic, her hands feeling her chest and belly trying to find out what it was that was holding her down, but there was nothing. In fact, she noticed that the t-shirt she'd put on before she went to bed had disappeared and that she was now naked. Still, she couldn't move. "What the hell's going on here?" she shouted in growing panic. "Please calm down!" she heard a soft female voice from behind her. She turned her head best she could, but it was so dark, she couldn't make out anything. "Who are you? What's going on here?" "There's nothing to worry about. I won't do you any harm. Please calm down, and I promise you, you're going to enjoy it!" the voice said. "Everything is now ready, we can start at any time ..." "Start what? ... What the hell is happening here?!" Jane asked. "Now Jane, please listen to me. I want you take a few deep breaths now, and then try to relax best you can. I'm sure, when we're done, you won't complain!" Jane heard a spray and then smelled something sweet. It smelled nice, and whatever it was, it seemed to warm her body up from the inside. Suddenly, she felt something soft on her thighs. It took her a moment to recognize the feeling as hands wearing gloves. Softly, the hands where massaging there way up Jane's thighs. The hands retreated, but returned only a few moments later. Now the gloves were trenched in oil, massaging it into Jane's skin. At this moment she realized that she had totally forgotten about the panic she'd been in before, she felt relaxed, and she enjoyed the massage. As the hands worked their way up, she started to feel some arousal grow deep within her. She wanted the hands to move to her crotch. Jane had never been a very sexual person, but right at this moment she knew that the only thing she wanted was to be caressed until she would scream her lust out into the darkness. Only a few moments later she felt one of those creamy hands cupping her crotch, softly pressing down on her most sacred parts. She lifted her bottom to press back against the hand. The oil from the glove mixed with her own juices. A finger slowly parted her puffy lips and started drawing circles. Slowly, going deeper and deeper. She was breathing heavy by now, her hips pushing against the finger that was about to enter her. Suddenly, the finger and the other hand retreated again. One moment later, she felt something cold on her crotch. It sent a shockwave through her boiling body. "Oh, I'm sorry! Is it cold? It will warm up soon!" the voice said softly to her. She rubbed what like a small metal ball against her exposed sex. "Are these those ‘Magic balls' I've seen in late-night tv-ads?" Jane thought to herself. The thought was blown away when she felt the object wander towards her hole. She spread her legs as far as she could, and in went the ball. As told before, she wasn't a very sexually active person, and she didn't have a vibrator or dildo. The ball filled her up quite nicely, but it didn't hurt at all. Soon, felt a second ball. After a little teasing around her clit it also wandered towards her hole, and with one fluent motion it went in. The hands retreated again. For a moment she waited what was about to happen next - but nothing. The hands wouldn't return. She took a deep breath, mostly out of disappointment. The slight movement of hear body cause the magic balls inside her to vibrate. "Mmmh!" She didn't care that she was now making noises. She'd never done that before. She started to softly lift her bottom again. The sensation the vibrating balls gave her was almost overwhelming. Her bottom sank down onto the mattress again, and again the movement caused a wave of pleasure. A shiver went through her body, and again the balls reacted. She wriggled her torso and finally found a slow rhythm that gave her just the right amount of pleasure. She couldn't go too fast, or the sensations would be too strong, but she also couldn't stop, it just felt too good. She forgot everything around her, not being able to see or get up from the bed, the hands that had caressed her ... All she knew was that she had to keep moving in the rhythm. She was finally picking up speed, her hands cupping her bare breast. Her nipples were fully erect, and just the soft touch of her own hands was sending bolts of lighting through them. She was in heaven, her hips rocking the bed, her hands massaging her breasts. Without thinking about it she picked up speed. Her heavy breathing mixed with sighs and cries of delight filled the room. She felt like the whole bed was turning upside down, like she was floating, and with a high pinched cry she was swept away. Her body kept moving in spasms for a few seconds, until she finally fell asleep totally exhausted.

She woke up in the morning with a rush. She was sitting in bed, looking around. Everything seemed normal. She had her t-shirt on, everything was like before she'd gone to sleep. Looking on her night-stand she found an envelope. In it was a not saying "Thank you for the show" and a set of magic balls.