It took me several days to get up the nerve to call. I had spent one night alternating between revulsion and excitement, thinking about what had happened with Ricky. The next night, I had the same experience, imagining what it would be like in a booth at the bookstore. By the third day, I knew it was something I had to do. The fear, mixed with the desire, was intoxicating. I called Ricky and told him I'd be there at 9:00 pm.
I somehow managed to get through work that day, although I don't remember much of what I did. When I got home, I ate a light dinner and tried to read. However, all I could do was think about what lay ahead. Before long, my panties were soaked, and I desperately wanted to shove my hand inside them. I forced myself to wait, knowing that if I let myself have the orgasm that was already so close, I'd never have the nerve to meet Ricky later.
As the time neared, I took a shower to clean up the results of my fantasizing. It was nearly impossible to keep my hands from between my legs. I put on a long wraparound skirt that would give me the "access" I might want, but would look very conservative on the street. I wore flat, comfortable shoes and a dark denim blouse. As I viewed myself in the mirror, I certainly didn't see the "whore" I'd felt like the other day.
I met Ricky in the parking lot of the motel and he walked me to the back of the bookstore. We didn't go straight across the street, but circled the block and came up the alley behind the building. I knew he was trying to make me feel as secret and protected as possible, and I appreciated his concern.
We went in the bookstore through a door that had to be opened by someone from the inside. The room we entered appeared to be a kind of a waiting room. It had a couple couches, a TV and a Coke machine. There was no one else in the room, but Ricky said it was early. He said a few other girls would probably be in soon.
I walked around the room and talked with Ricky as if this were the most normal thing in the world. On the inside, my stomach was doing somersaults, and my feet and knees felt like they were in some sort of competition for the same space. Ricky went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of liquor. He took a small flask and filled it, then handed it to me.
"I'll loan you this one until you get your own. Feel free to sample it yourself , if you need a kick for your confidence. Otherwise, keep it handy for times when a man doesn't cum as quickly as you want. You can flick some on his balls and it usually burns just enough to urge him to the end. Some girls even put some their mouths and when they go back to sucking, it drives the guy totally crazy. The old bourbon blow job, right?" He looked at me like I was supposed to know exactly what he was talking about, so I smiled and nodded like I did.
"Well, you ready?" he asked. I swallowed with some difficulty and, not even able to speak, I gestured to him to lead the way.
We walked down a hallway that I realized had to be on the other side of the booths from the regular doors. In fact, I could tell there were places to look into each booth from this side. Ricky noticed my curiosity and stopped at one where we could hear a video running inside.
"Here, look through this spot," he whispered. I put my eye to the little hole and realized it had to be placed so that from inside the booth, it was always hidden, either by the dark, or by the glare from the video screen. The film running at the moment lit up the inside of the booth just fine from my viewpoint.
Inside was just what I had imagined. A man was standing in the center of the booth. He had his zipper open, and through his pants, his erect cock poked straight out toward me. He was stroking it with his hand, slowly but intensely. I heard the video machine stop and the booth went dark. I stood very still and then I heard the clink of coins from inside the booth. The man dropped several quarters into the machine, the light came back on, and the video resumed.
The man's cock had deflated slightly from the delay, but he quickly had it long and hard again. Ricky let me stand there for another minute or two, and finally the man began stroking himself faster and harder. At last, he grabbed at his cock, tensed his hips and suddenly, a long stream of cum shot out from the tip. I swear it was such a strong stream that I thought I heard it hit the inside wall of the booth. I watched several more streams shoot from his cock and finally saw him squeeze the last drops from the end.
