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Hardware Service
Chapter 1
It all began during one of those apparently almost pre-ordained lulls in the hubbub of the noisily giggling chatter of one of our occasional 'girls only' nights out.
There were eight of us; a mix of those who had been friends at either high school or college; girls who met irregularly, and then spent the evening drinking, laughing, sometimes dancing, but in between, mainly eagerly swapping stories of our latest love-life's adventures - and, equally unabashedly, their counterparts, the disastrous failures. Unfortunately, all too often I seemed to find myself having far more of the latter to talk about, than I ever did the former.
And if it hadn't been for the fortuitousness of those few unusually quiet minutes, it might well have been exactly the same for me at the next of our nights out.
Three of the girls had gone over to the bar to replenish our supply of tongue-lubricating booze, two had headed for the toilet, leaving two girls at the far end of the table, and me, alone at the other. Immediately behind us there was a similar girls' table, all of whom had been doing very much the same things as we had, but, right then, three of those girls were huddled together - almost conspiratorially - and if it hadn't been for the fact that they were immediately behind me I would have never have even thought of trying to listen in on what they were saying.
And if it hadn't been for one girl's much louder exclamation, and my interpretation of it, I still might not have done.
'He was huge! I guess it had to be the full eight inches it had said on his badge. It certainly felt as though it was!' she'd added with a still remaining hint of the breathless wonderment of what having a thing of that size up inside her had felt like.
Now I have never been a girl who yearns for a man with an over-sized cock - I'm a 'quality' woman, not a 'quantity' one. But it was the idea that the eventual size of this man's equipment had in fact been displayed on some sort of badge that really intrigued me - and aroused my natural curiosity. So, while trying to keep my movements natural and casual, I leaned back on my chair and concentrated hard on what was being said in sometimes louder, sometimes much more softly spoken whispers.
As I had already missed out on the beginning of the girl's recounting, I didn't find out exactly why the men in the place she mentioned, did what they apparently did, maybe they were all just super-excessively horny. But I certainly heard enough to know where, and at what times it was best to go there - and I made a very clear mental note of all the other details that someone like me, a first-timer, would need to be familiar with.
The following Saturday, a little before the apparently quietest time, mid-afternoon, I made my way to the hardware barn, that time on a purely reconnoitering visit. I found it was exactly as the girl at the table had described; many of the male assistants, it seemed predominantly the younger ones, wore a second badge beneath the one inscribed with their name. They were rather smaller, discretely so, and to the uninitiated might appear to be no more than some sort of staff number. But I knew the real meaning of the '6s', '6t' and all the range of length and thicknesses that were to be seen on the assortment of badges. I even found the guy wearing the badge '8t' that was perhaps the one the girl in the club had sampled.
Now although I might have been tempted to consider trying him, if only for the uniqueness of the experience, he wasn't the guy I found myself really fancying, he was a bit too dark and hairy for my liking. No, the one that really caught my eye, and sent shivers of excited anticipation running up through me, was a tall, fair-haired young man wearing badges that said 'Ben' and '6½t'. So much so that in fact I was seriously considering changing my plans, and see if he was available right there and then, when some other woman, several years older than I, sauntered past me, carrying a basket with the signal product clearly displayed.
I found myself feeling stupidly disappointed when Ben turned to talk to her, then accompanied her off towards the far end of the aisle - but consoled myself with the thought that before doing so he had given me a long, and apparently appreciative look, then glanced down to see that my basket was actually empty.
Much of the next few days were spent in a questioning quandary. Should I, would I go again? If I did, would I pick up that fluorescently coloured product that would signal my availability? Would I first go and make sure that Ben was working?
Should I take condoms with me, or would he have some? Did I really want him to wear one?
Which of my underwear sets would I wear? Should I wear any? And what about the outer things? Which outfit made me look the most appealingly attractive? Which of them would he find the most eye-catching?
And then if everything went according to plan; which position would he take me in? Would he leave the choice to me? Which of the various ways would I find most exciting?
And finally, and one that was repeated over and over again - what on earth was I doing in even contemplating going out for what would after all, be no more than a totally impersonal fucking, and one that would therefore probably turn out not to be neither particularly exciting, nor truly satisfying?
But of course the combination of my circumstances meant that right then I was vulnerable to the idea of
any
kind of sex! My love-life had been an absolute desert for several frustratingly lonely months. I had found myself almost instantly physically attracted to that tall, fair-headed assistant - and the badge proclaiming he was a '6½t' had played no small part in that! And finally there was of course that much vaunted, and not always over-stated, 'feminine curiosity'.
So, recognizing the basic democracy that under-wrote the barn's special service - that although each woman had the choice as to whether or not to make her interest known in the first place - each assistant also had the freedom to either follow-up, or not, on her signaled availability - I began thinking seriously as to how I should present myself.
Luckily the run of warm weather meant that I would not have to wear anything too bulky, a skirt and top would be quite sufficient. Then a quick, mental, check of my limited wardrobe gave me the appropriate skirt; the relatively light-weight, side-buttoning, just above knee-length, basic A-line, would be both quick and easy to dispose of - or would give Ben's hands more than enough room to reach up underneath it. The fact that its length and tendency to swirl about them as I moved, would also, hopefully, high-light what some guys had said were definitely my second best feature, my legs.
The choice of which top to pair with it, was even easier; that skirt was Wedgwood Blue, so the powder blue, scoop-neck - which always managed to both attract a few perving glances, while at the same time helping to highlight my rather darker blue coloured eyes - would be absolutely perfect.
Shoes would be the mid-height sling-backs; then I had to give much more serious thought as to whether or not to wear any, and if so, what underwear should I have on with those things.
Although it was not something I had ever previously done - at least not when going out in public during the day-time - I seriously considered not wearing any. But then the length and swirly nature of that particular skirt could prove to be just too embarrassing, especially if the day of my visit turned out to be a windy one. Then I had a sudden vision of exactly what I should wear underneath the outfit, and knew I had nothing even remotely resembling that; so I also had a sex inspired shopping trip to look forward to!
I always absolutely love shopping for lingerie - doesn't every woman! Whether for some particularly sexy partner - when I'd had one! - or purely as a way of giving my sometimes deflated self-esteem a much needed boost, there's nothing like an hour or two browsing through all that flimsy finery to make me feel ready for almost anything…
But on this occasion I was actually hunting for a clearly visualised quarry; either powder blue or white, lacily transparent, the bra providing just a touch of support - to accentuate my already reasonably well defined cleavage - and the panties being of the sort that are actually supported by a ribbon, tied with a pair of easily unfastened bows that otherwise just seem to decorate either hip.
I used most of several lunch times to scour through all the shops in the central shopping area, and although by the Friday I was almost ready to compromise, luckily I remained single-minded, and finally found exactly the underwear set I had so clearly visualised.
Powder blue, just a shade or two lighter than the top I had chosen - the lace-work of such open pattern that I knew that both my nipples and aureoles, along with my neatly trimmed pubic triangle would all quite clearly show through. Then, although it was hard to see exactly how the designer had managed to do it, I could tell that the bra would undoubtedly give my breasts both a bit of a lift, and also press them just that much more closely together - give me a genuine 'here they are, so please come and get them boys!', cleavage. And on top of all that, it was conveniently front-fastening! The ribbon that held up the two, quite tiny triangles of the panties, was of course much more neatly tied than I could ever hope to do myself - but, I decided, by the time Ben and I had got to that stage I doubted if he would be too fussed by my lack of professionalism in the ribbon-tying department!
So, although they were rather more than I had hoped or expected to pay, I grabbed them before I had a chance to fully consider the state of my credit card.
