Irina was out of town for a few days, some sort of client meeting in Phoenix. She asked if I wanted to come, enjoy the hotel and the room with her. I needed a specialized setup for work, and a hotel wouldn't cut it, so I had to decline. Besides, the kids had just started back to school, and while Hazel, a sophomore, was technically old enough to stay by herself overnight, I'm not sure I'd leave her for a few days like that during the school year.
Irina had no such choice. I told her I'd be a back-up, and I checked in with her son, Jake, a couple times a day, but he went to school as he was supposed to and I saw no evidence of guests or parties, and the few days passed uneventfully with her texting at late hours saying she was looking forward to when we could get together again. She was very eager for another yoga lesson.
So, the morning after she got back, almost one week since the last time we were together, I got a text: Out of coffee, let's go get some. Can you be out in 10?
I had already been working for an hour, and had downed my prerequisite tumblers of cold brew, but if I had a chance to get together with her, I was sure to try. I had nothing pressing to do at work, and fabricated some excuse about Hazel and school, and set myself for out of office. That would buy me an hour.
Twelve minutes later I was walking out the door. She made a point of looking at her watch. "Don't I recall someone saying they appreciated being punctual?" She looked at me expectantly.
"It was a moment of weakness, and I assumed you'd appreciate it if I put some pants on." She giggled and it then dawned on me the absurdity of that statement. Chuckling with her I concluded that, "I could have saved two minutes and given you a little show."
"We'll work on it sexy yoga man. Besides, I'm rather desperate to get my coffee, I guess Jake had some and I can't find any."
"I have coffee, it's all cold brew but I could probably heat some water and do a French press." The house was a wreck, and as delightful as it would be having her over right now... the house was a wreck. Fortunately, she declined.
"I need ground, and it might be good for us to just chat for a while before rubbing squishy bits again."
"Excuse me? My bit is NOT squishy." She reached down unexpectedly and felt around my crotch.
"Mmmm, sorry, pretty squishy."
I laughed, "Not for long."
"Good boy. C'mon, I'm sexier with my coffee."
"Hmmm, I'm not sure about that, I remarked, adjusting the growing bulge in my shorts, "you seem your usual sexy self this morning."
"You just bring the worst out in me Tom". She took my hand in hers, and we started walking up the street to "Human Beans", a local mom and pop coffee and tea place in the neighborhood. It was only five minutes to get there, and we covered all of the mundane highlights of her trip, and Jakes apparent lack of a social life.
We arrived, walked in, and stood behind a young woman placing her order. There was only one other person, a man around my age sitting in the window, staring intently at his laptop screen. I was a little envious. As a security researcher for a major bank, I typically required a hardware connection to effectively do my job, which I just could not do in a coffee shop.
The young woman played with her bright blond ponytail while she waited for her payment to go through. Her dark roots indicated she was probably past time for getting it renewed. I couldn't help but notice her sleek, shoulder less red dress, and its extremely high hemline with black patterned stockings down to a pair of strappy high heeled shoes. She looked like something out of a lingerie catalog.
Irina noticed me, noticing her, and arched her eyebrow, barely suppressing a giggle. She held up two fingers and made the 'I'm watching you' gesture as I probably shifted uncomfortably. She laughed.
"Coffee, large, no room, for here, and 2 pounds of drip ground Colombian."
The woman behind the counter smiled, "The usual and 2 pounds. I'll have that ready when you leave." She looked over at me, "and your friend?" I hadn't given it much thought, so I just ordered a small coffee with room. She disappeared behind the coffee apparatus and after some frothing noises and alchemical measurements, handed the red clad young woman her order of two covered cups of whatever. We both watched as the young woman crossed the street and entered a shop called "Allure".
We looked at each other. "Is that a...," she paused. "Sex shop?"
"Intimate apparel and marital aids," I sagely agreed. "A fun toy shop. A bit small, but they have a decent selection."
"Oh? You're a regular there?" She was just so goddamn cute when she was teasing me.
"I've only been once, a few years ago." Luckily, our coffee appeared at that moment, but it would take more than that to throw her off the trail. She scooped up both mugs, and briskly walked to the back of the seating area.
She sat down and looked at me. "And?"
"And I still need cream for my coffee." I grabbed my mug and went back to the front to pour some half and half in it. When I returned, she was feigning indifference. "And I bought a toy. Or two." Her face lit up. I'm not sure why, but I was feeling a little embarrassed by that admission.
"And? What were they? What kinds of toys tickle Mr. Hot Yoga Man's fancy?"
"I believe the store is under new ownership, that girl wasn't working there when I was there before."
"Because you'd have remembered her when you went in to buy... what was it again?" She was clearly having too much fun with this. "Or were you just there to flirt with the hot girls in lingerie?" I thought her face must hurt with how much she was smiling. "What *do* you remember?"
"A Fleshlight. And maybe a dildo" The smile faded from her face.
"A flashlight? Sounds strange." And here I though the dildo would the thing she'd latch on to.
"Flesh light," I emphasized the word flesh. "It's like a soft, rubbery cylinder that, you know," I simulated a stroking motion. "It's like a flashlight with a pussy inside it." She mulled that over in her head.
"It's not really very sexy when you explain it like that."
"I'll have to work on that."
"You do that." She leaned back in her chair, started to say something, then stopped. She sipped at her coffee, and then leaned forward. "Maybe I need a toy. Or two".
"Looks like they're open, we can go when we're done if you like."
"I'd love that." She giggled again and I knew something was coming. "Take me toy shopping Daddy." Irina never disappointed.
We chatted about her ex, and apparently, he was a piece of work. He was charming at first, but apparently a bit of a drunk, and after they quickly had Jake, he began to grow more distant until eventually she just filed for divorce. He didn't leave her with much but all she cared about was Jake. She got her son, and he got whatever she didn't fight for, which wasn't much. She had done her schooling for social work, which once the divorce was finalized, she picked up again. She didn't need to work while she was married but had gotten back into it and really enjoyed taking care of her clients.
She was embarrassed to admit I was the first man she had ever cum with, which begged a question, but I didn't pursue it.
She actually had a little crush on me when I first went to help her father with trimming the branches over her garage, but figured it was just a silly fancy, until that day I helped with her lawn. She figured she was being self-indulgent but she had warmed up to me and so she went to my yoga class a few nights later. Now, she really felt like we had a great rapport, but she didn't want to assume anything, and hoped we would continue getting to know one another.
I filled her in on the highlights of my two previous marriages. My first wife ended up being a gold digger, and I was never going to provide what she felt she deserved, and my second wife wasn't concerned about my income, but we ended up drifting apart due to differences in values. The first divorce was messy, the second was not. She ended up moving to Costa Rica to work at a yoga resort, and Hazel didn't want to go, which is why I had custody. Hazel had been an incredibly happy accident, although I would have never told her that, but her mom seemed more interested in getting her pre-pregnancy body back than in caring for a baby.
I basically raised her, and with the time at home, started taking online classes in cybersecurity and IT networking, and eventually got a series of jobs until I landed my current one with the bank, where I had been for a little under four years.
Twenty minutes had passed, and our coffee was gone, so we got up to leave, collecting her 'Columbian, ground' on our way at the door. She buried her nose in the large paper bag with the crimped top. "Mmmmm, heaven."
We crossed the street, and walked in to Allure, and were greeted with hot pink and black, as the blond haired woman waved from where she was adjusting some outfits on display. "Let me know if I can help you find anything." I thought Irina was going to say something, but she just looked at me, and I knew she was waiting for me to take the lead.
We looked at some of the lingerie, but she didn't appear interested in any of it, despite my opinion to the contrary. While I was lingering near the lingerie, she had moved on. I suddenly heard her call out "Is this the one?" and the blond haired woman and I both swiveled our heads to see her holding up a box with a fleshlight in it. Naturally, Irina was beaming.
"Yes, but a different model," I said as I walked over, taking it from her hands and setting it back down. "Anything catch your fancy?" I asked as I directed her attention to the more traditionally vagina related products. "Vibrators? Dildoes? Whatever this is?"
"That's the Satisfyer 2," the instantly hovering blond haired woman piped up. "It's one of the more popular models."
