ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
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As I browed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, I couldn't shake my feelings of shame and embarrassment.
But it had been over a year since my divorce, longer still since the last time I'd gotten laid, and I was getting pretty bored with standard masturbation.
This Adult Store was classier than others I'd visited in the past; clean, well lit, and located in a nicer part of the city than most. The clientele was certainly better; a smattering of well dressed businessmen and women as opposed to the bald, overweight, sweaty looking slobs who usually frequented these establishments.
Still, I felt seedy, and wasn't sure if I'd manage to find the guts to purchase whatever perverted sex toy I wound up choosing, if I could ever even bring myself to pick one.
The idea of fucking a rubber pussy was humiliating, but I was desperate to feel something besides my own hand.
"Just pick something," I chided myself, "pick something, pay for it and get the fuck out of here. Who gives a fuck what these people think? You'll never see any of them again anyway."
Finally, I settled on a rather pricey but realistic looking pussy and ass combo supposedly modeled directly from the anatomy of a porn star who's name I recognized and found attractive.
I was wondering to myself how much the mold actually mattered, because ultimately I'd still just be fucking a piece of lubed up silicone, when I plowed right into her.
I'd been looking down, trying to hide my face as I approached the counter, already fishing my wallet out of my back pocket so I could cut down how long I had to spend checking out, and never saw her.
Both of us let out a yelp at the collision, and the packages we'd each been holding fell to the floor with a clatter.
I knew it was a woman more by the feel of her as we'd collided than by sight, and I actively avoided looking at her as I bent down to scoop up both our items.
Along with my fake plastic pussy, I found myself picking up a package containing a long, very realistic looking silicone penis, complete with testicles. The label proclaimed in large, bold letters, "LIFELIKE FEEL! VIBRATES! USB RECHARGEABLE! PROVIDES HOURS OF PLEASURE!"
I stood up, trying to brace myself for the humiliation of having to apologize while holding the toy I was planning on masturbating with later.
"I'm so..." My eyes met hers as I finished standing. "...sorry."
She was stunning. Probably a little younger than I; late thirties, early forties, but certainly no older than that.
Her straight, fine, chestnut brown hair framed the almost perfect oval of her face with a casual, flowing style, a few random strands hanging loosely over her shapely, rounded cheekbones. If she'd had to color her hair, it didn't show.
Her sloping nose tapered to a fine point above her thin yet full pink lips.
Her make-up was effective enough to highlight her features without disguising her maturity.
But it was her dark brown eyes that captured me. In them, I saw the same fear, embarrassment and humiliation probably reflected in my own eyes, along with a hint of something else I couldn't quite place.
"It was my fault," she was saying in a sweet yet slightly shaky voice.
"No, my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going," I countered, trying to be chivalrous while at the same time wanting to simply run and hide.
Instead, I stood frozen, staring at her eyes. Her deep, dark eyes.
She was speaking. I didn't hear her. "I'm sorry, what?" I said, snapping out of my trance.
"Um, can I have my...package?" She was struggling to be nonchalant about it, but the flush of her face told a different story.
"Oh, right. Sorry," I said, handing her the phallic sex toy.
We stood silently staring at each other until she finally broke into a foolish grin. "I've probably been in a more embarrassing situation than this before," she chuckled nervously, "but I certainly can't remember when."
I found myself laughing as well. "Hey, look, we're both adults. We all have needs. We're supposed to be beyond being ashamed of this by now, aren't we?" I tried to say it with enough casualness that I might actually convince her that I believed my own words.
Her laugh became lighter, more genuine. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."
Her twinkling eyes fixed on me for a moment, then glanced at the box in my hand featuring the naked porn star with legs agape, alongside the image of the toy replica of her most intimate area, and gave me a wry smile. "Well, enjoy your evening, I suppose."
"You too," I called after her stupidly as she headed towards the counter to pay for her new dildo.
"Fucking idiot!" I cursed myself under my breath, then turned back to the racks.
I couldn't go pay for my toy now, not until I was sure she'd checked out and was gone.
I found myself staring at a shelf filled with BDSM items of all shapes and sizes, things I'd never be interested in using in a thousand years, for several long minutes.
I was just about to brave looking towards the register to see if she was gone when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was her.
Her face was passive, unreadable. But her eyes. Her eyes spoke volumes.
"Come with me." Without waiting for a reply, she reached out and took the box I was still holding from my hands, put it on a random shelf, then grabbed my hand and led me towards the back of the store.
Towards the video booth section.
As we brushed past the curtain and entered the shadowy hall, I finally found my voice. "What are you doing? Why are we..."
Her head whipped around and her eyes glared at me, not with anger so much as with a sharp intent that told me to just shut the fuck up.
So I did. As she continued to pull me down the hall, looking for an unoccupied booth, I noticed her free hand still clutching both her purse and the bag that must contain her newly purchased toy.
I also noticed the hand holding mine wore no wedding ring.
The sounds of sex echoed all around us, coming from the various video booths. She finally found an empty one and pulled me in behind her, closing the door.
The booth was almost completely dark. Reaching into her purse, she came out with a handful of quarters and started plugging them into the slot.
"What are you..." I tried again, but she cut me off.
"Do me a favor. Just shut up. Don't ask questions. Don't ruin this," she snapped as the video screen lit up, illuminating the tiny booth in a dim, flickering light as a random porn started to play on the screen.
We were now standing face to face, so close her full, rounded breasts were pressed against my chest.
As attractive as her body was, feminine curves highlighted in her form fitting yet modest summer dress, it was her eyes that still continued to draw my gaze.
They looked back at me with determination. "You're right," she said, "we're both adults. And we both, very obviously, have needs. I'm only going to ask this once. A yes or no will do. Don't ask anything else. Now...do you want me?"
I didn't hesitate. "Yes."
Her almost stern look loosened and her face relaxed a bit as she smiled.
Then she was on her knees and undoing my jeans. She wasted no time in sliding them down along with my boxers with one swift yank, revealing my cock.
To my horror, I was completely flaccid.
Her eyes, her deep, soulful eyes, looked up at me expectantly. "You can do better than this, right?"
"S,sorry," I stammered. "I'm just...nervous. Wasn't ready or expecting..."
What silenced me this time was the feel of her hand as she took my soft member and guided it to her lips.
Her tongue darted out playfully for a few moments, licking my tip, before her lips enveloped me, sucking my soft member into her mouth.
I looked down to watch her work and again our eyes met. She was doing an amazing job sucking me, her tongue dancing over my shaft as she gulped and slurped greedily. But it was the lustful look in her smoldering eyes that finally got the blood flowing to the right place.
I felt myself starting to swell in her mouth. Her gulps quickly became gags as my erection grew, and I saw a grin start to form on the lips now struggling to stretch around my rapidly expanding girth.
Saliva dripped from her chin as she finally released my now fully erect cock from her lips with a wet plop. She eyed it lustfully. "Now that's more like it!"
She stood quickly, reached into her bag, and pulled out a box of condoms she must have just purchased along with her dildo. Ripping open the box, she handed one to me. "Put it on."
While I put the condom on, she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders then pulled the front down, freeing her breasts. Despite their size and fullness, she'd worn no bra. Her large, hard nipples spoke to her aroused state.
Seeing that I'd gotten the condom in place, she quickly turned her back to me, reached under her skirt, yanked down her panties, stepped deftly out of them, and stuffed them in her purse.
