Thus began our foray into couplehood. All we did was make out for the next three weeks. He was not budging about the "no sex" stuff. I had to kick him out multiple times to masturbate after hot and heavy sessions. He was invited to watch, obviously I'm not shy, he could have stayed, but he thought it would be too tempting. I don't know. A more fair statement is to say given the choice, he removed himself.
Since we were not having any, it gave us an opportunity to talk about sex, what turned us on, what we enjoyed. His list was so short, so I kept mine to a minimum. Trying to make him more comfortable, I started breaking out my laptop for us to watch porn together, to see if he had other interests that he may not have explored. I gave him assignments to find me one clip per day for us to watch that interested him.
Coming home from work, he was especially excited to show me a clip he had found of a woman masturbating in public. He was kissing my neck and rubbing his cock against my ass so I knew we were on to something. I can do voyeur, no problem.
"Okay, let's go," I cheered enthusiastically. I threw off my clothes getting naked in front of him and headed to my bedroom. I came back out with a very short mini skirt and thin black, practically see through tee. I put the shirt on without a bra, stepped into the skirt, no panties and zipped it up. Once on, the skirt barely covered my ass.
"Where are we going with you dressed like that?"
"You are going to the porn store with me. You'll get your certificate of participation once we get home."
He argued with me about the skirt. I finally gave in and grabbed a light sweater that was longer than the skirt to cover myself up if I needed to. Not a bad idea, I had to give him credit for insisting.
I could see how nervous he was before we even got close to the door.
"You're acting as is you've never wandered into a place like this."
"I haven't," he said.
We headed inside. I was familiar with this store; I had been coming in here since I was 14. (I looked much older than my age and was never questioned.)
The clothing, mostly stripper deluxe garb was upstairs, the naughty toys and contraptions were downstairs. I grabbed him by the hand and headed straight downstairs.
The place was dead. It was early on a Tuesday night. This place is hopping around 1am on the weekends. That's the time to come in people watch.
I could see him nervously looking at all the various devices they had for women. I got really close to him and said "Now focus on something you would like to see a girl use on herself that would turn you on."
He did not hone in on anything and did not appear interested in looking. We made it to the end of the isle where there was a display for a device used for sex that attached in the shower.
"Very interesting," I said as I removed the sweater. I stood in front of the display put my foot up on a footrest to give it a try. Bending forward, I could feel my skirt showing way more than it should.
Quickly he jumped behind me so that no one else could see what I was doing.
I looked back over my shoulder and told him, "Go find something for me to have some fun with as a gift from you to me. You owe me something that will help get me off."