Gentleman's Relish: Chapter Thirty-Nine - Sex shop visit and a hotdog finish
Quickly we all got cleaned up and dressed. Mom had made us cups of coffee, which we could drink on the way to the beach.
We went in two cars with Ben following me as we drove into the diner's car park. Walking into the diner, we were met by Wendy, who promptly gave Ben a kiss and hug. "Hello you two. Do you want your usual table?"
"It's ok Wendy, we've brought our family with us, so we need a seven-seater booth."
"Ok. I'm Wendy. Come on Ben, do the introductions."
"I'm Mary, Ben's wife. How well do you know my husband?"
"Very well as we've done a lot of the finance bits of TJ's proposal as I'm the CFO of TJ's organization."
"Aren't you also the woman who likes gentlemen's relish on your buns and these two have provided some sexy sauce?"
"They have and I have relished gobbling their relish."
"Jimmy, what does she mean?" June my wife asked puzzled.
"June, they've sucked spunk off her tits," Mary quickly said.
"Dad, you've just put me off having a burger."
"Let's order?" I suggested trying and change the subject and avoid looking at my wife and sister.
Wendy soon had our meals and quickly left us to eat. We ate in relative silence and paid our bill, with a muted cheerio as we made our way to the sex shop.
Ben and I gave our co-directors a brief showing of where the possible depot and warehouse could potentially be.
Liz asked, "why are there no window displays of what you could buy?"
"Not allowed to show too much in a shop window, but you'll see much more inside."
"We're going in. I've never been inside such a place," June commented.
"Neither have I mom, so a first time for us both," Liz grinned at their nervousness.
I held the door open for the four women who were confronted with a smiling Lisa Jane, dressed in her tunic, her light brown hair tied up in a ponytail clasped to the back of her head. Her face was adorned by a pair of dark rimmed glasses.
"Come on in ladies. How can we help you today," Lisa Jane asked nodding to her colleague to deal with the paying customer." Just give us a moment and we'll lock up so you can browse in private, without feeling nervous of other male customers."
Nancy guided the two customers out and went to lock the door when she saw Ben and I hovering at the back. "Lisa Jane, have you seen who's here? Sorry boys, this is a all-female shopping time."
"It's ok these ladies are my wife, sister, mother and daughter who have come to see what's being sold here before we potentially enter into partnership with you guys."
"Hi there you two."
"Please don't tell me that you know this place as well?" June my wife asked quizzically.
"Yes darling, don't forget you asked us to get some toys and outfits, which are in our house as we speak," I quietly said.
"Of course, we did a lot of modelling together," Lisa Jane interrupted as she took off her tunic to reveal a black lace body suit with matching black lace ups.
A collective sigh of approval swept around the room. "You look stunning in that outfit," Liz, my daughter exclaimed as she looked Lisa Jane up and down before finishing with her eyes.
"Come and feel the sexy silky fabric that hugs my body. Come here Liz, is it? You look about my size and I bet you'll look stunning in one of these outfits."
We watched mesmerized as Liz sashayed over and put her arm around Lisa Jane's waist.
"This is very sensual."
"Yes, it is. See how the material supports my breasts," Lisa Jane said putting Liz's hand on her right boob.
There was a stunned silence as Liz kept her hand on Lisa Jane's boob as their lips got closer. Lisa Jane undid her clasp and let her hair swish around.
"Ahem," my mother coughed for attention and the two girls parted.
"Whoops, but I do think you'll look fabulous in one of these. Do you want to try one on? Also, we have a special offer on a leather skirt and matching bodice. You're a size 10 with a 36B bust."
"How did you know my measurements," Liz asked puzzled.
"Professional eye for the details of a gorgeous babe," Lisa Jane explained before whispering in Liz's ear, which thankfully I could lip read from all my time working in an engineering workshop. "You can have a better touch of my body in the changing rooms."
"Right Liz, let's try these outfits on with the thigh high leather boots. Nancy could you please take these other ladies to the outfits you are modelling as those are more suited to the more fuller figures," TJ said.
"Is she saying we're fatter?" June asked indignantly, smiling at the banter.
"Well, we are June," Mary teased, "but that's how the boys like us. Something to grab hold of, and we have bigger boobs to smother their dicks."
"Now Mary, you really shouldn't talk like that in front of your mother. You're not too big to have your bottom slapped."
"Sorry mom. Thought you were busy looking at the merchandise."
"I was, especially the bondage gear over there and that's what gave me the idea of spanking you."
Nancy guided us to the BDSM area. "Is there anything that interests you?"
"Yes, what do you do with that large cross thing?" mom asked.
"The St Andrew's cross. You attach each limb to each spoke, which allows the master to do anything they want to do to the bound slave."
"Ooh my, that might be fun."
"Jim and Ben have already been strapped on the cross back at the downstairs dungeon of the Bates motel."
"Will we have a guided tour of that exciting facility?" Mom asked.
"Sadly, it's fully in use this afternoon, and the viewing gallery is being refurbished."
"That's unfortunate. What's that saddle looking thing?" Mom enquired.
"It's called a Sybian and you sit on it to give you a highly pleasurable ride. There are attachments to help men have a highly erotic experience. Isn't that right Ben, Jim?"
"I don't understand."
"Unfortunately, we've just sold the last male attachments and our next order isn't due for a couple of days. I can show you the female bits," Nancy answered as she attached the large plastic penis. "You sit on the dildo and control the vibration and speed by this remote control."
"Show me." Mom insisted.
"Yes ma'am," Nancy said as she pressed the buttons.
