Jacqueline finished pulling into the parking space and turned her Prius off with hands that were visibly shaking, the familiar sensations she felt every single time washing through her. She sat in her car for a minute, her stomach tied in knots to the point where she felt sick, her heart hammering away in her chest, her hands gripping the steering wheel to keep them from shaking while her head spun with lightheadedness.
And the ache. The constant, burning, throbbing ache. Something that had her inner thighs wet as she squeezed and opened her legs rhythmically.
She glanced out the windshield at the parking lot, the flashing neon signs painting the pavement in garish splashes of red, yellow, and green. It was Friday and the parking lot was almost full, Jacqueline able to pick out the dark silhouettes of a half dozen people sitting in several of those parked cars.
Watching. Waiting for their own moment to go inside.
Jacqueline panted and wanted nothing more than to slip a finger between her labia, to delve into her clenching vulva, and then use her lubricated fingertip to circle her aching clit. It would be so easy. The bottom edge of the sleek red tube dress she had on barely covered her mound while the top hem clung precariously to her hard nipples, and with the black satin crotchless panties there would be nothing to stop her. She closed her eyes while her body shuddered at just the thought, but after a deep, slow breath she reached over to open the door and step out into the hot, humid night.
The pavement was still uncomfortably warm against Jacquelin's bare feet. She had taken the time to slip her fishnet stockings on before leaving the house, the pair that let every one of her toes slip through the black netting while she could feel the strings pulled taught between each one, the black fishnet coming up to midthigh, but that didn't count. She could feel both the sting of the fishnet and the sting of the heat biting into the flesh of the soles of her bare feet and had to bite her lip to stifle a moan at the delicious sensations.
She had only just closed her car door and began to walk towards the sliding double glass doors when she heard other car doors opening and closing.
A tall, slim woman with black hair and D cup breasts, a red tube dress clinging to her body with fishnet stockings and no shoes walking all by herself.
One or two, then a handful, then at least a dozen. She glanced around the parking lot as men began to converge on her while she held her clutch tightly in her hand.
She wanted to run, to flee to the imagined safety of the sliding glass doors while her heart tried to beat out of her chest, but continued with her slow, sedate walk, her hips swaying while the neon signs painted her in garish hues.
No one called out tonight, no one catcalled or made any crude suggestions, and Jacqueline wasn't sure if she was grateful or disappointed as the doors slid open and a rush of chill air flowed out to envelope her. She shuddered at the feel of the cold air caressing her damp inner thighs, icy fingers brushing against swollen labia. Goosebumps prickled her skin on her arms and legs and it seemed as if her nipples somehow managed to get even harder.
Jacqueline stepped inside, a hand reaching behind to lift the hem of her dress all the way up to her lower back, a fingertip caressing the narrow band of gauzy fabric of her crotchless panties that slipped between her cheeks while she let all the men behind gaze at her bare ass.
The store was as crowded as what Jacqueline had expected. A dozen men of every description, as white as Jacqueline or as dark as any of the men in her many dreams, short, tall, old, or so young as to just be old enough to get in the door, bearded and even shaved bald, all of them standing among the rows of DVD's and glossy magazines stacked on waist high display shelves. A few couples and even two women gazed through glass display counters filled with toys just as varied as the men.
Jacqueline's eyes were drawn to a woman in the clothing section who was turning her torso from side to side while wearing a lingerie halter top that cupped the bottom of her breasts while leaving her exposed, a crowd of men gathered close to admire her, and another woman holding a double dildo as thick as Jacqueline's forearm, the heads on each end of the dildo flattened and animalistic with a prominent spiky ridge running around the glans of the silicon beast.
Jacqueline suppressed the surge of excitement she felt looking at the woman and wondered who... or maybe even what... had been used as a model for that particular dildo.
Jacqueline caught the eye of the clerk behind the glass counter next to the register, an older balding overweight man with a ponytail that reminded her of the cartoon character on a kids TV series who ran a comic book store, scraggly goatee and all.
William gave her a knowing and familiar smile with a slight nod before returning to checking out the customer standing in front of him, Jacqueline walking slowly through the room while she felt every eye turning towards her to follow her progress.
She forced herself to keep her pace slow and even, her stomach tied in knots while her body trembled. Every sense seemed to be in slow motion, every sensation amplified, the bite of the fishnet stockings between her toes and feel of the plush carpet on her bare feet, the brush of the fabric of her dress against her skin with every step, the pulling rasp of cloth against her hard nipples and cold caress of air against her wet inner thighs and labia. She could see men begin to move in ones and twos, could hear the sliding glass doors open with a subdued whoosh behind her as more men came in. Jacqueline had to bite her lip and still couldn't help giving a low, nonstop moan as she struggled to keep to her slow, measured pace as she crossed the room.
An open hallway was on the opposite wall from the entrance, a dark shadowy arch with a series of numbered doors leading off into the gloom. Number six was down there, halfway down the hallway, third door on her right.
Jacqueline stepped into the shadowed gloom, her body screaming for her to hurry, to run the last few feet so she could slam that door shut behind her, but again she forced herself to take one slow, measured step after another while her heart continued to hammer in her chest.
Finally, thankfully, Jacqueline stepped inside the small dimly lit closet like room and closed the door, her fingers trembling while she found and turned the latch. Jacqueline leaned back against the door, her mouth wide open while she panted and tried to catch her breath.
There was the muffled sound of another door opening and closing from out in the hallway and Jacqueline glanced at the wall and the round, dark hole that had been cut at waist height. She licked her lips and stared at that hole while a hidden shadow moved in the room beyond. She could hear the rustle of cloth, a soft grunt and then suddenly a dick was shoved through.
The man was about average in length with a nest of light brown hair around the base, his glans mushroom shaped with a bead of precum already forming at his tip, nothing really special, and absolutely delicious in Jacqueline's eyes.
With a low moan of pleasure Jacqueline sank down onto her knees, her fingers pulling her tube dress up until it was around her waist as she sank onto the plush carpet and leaned forward. The smell of Irish Spring with a hint of musky sweat filled her nose while she took the shaft in her right hand and pulled the man's foreskin back so she could admire his glans.
The large, clear drop of precum glistening at the slit at the tip of the man's glans had only grown larger and Jacqueline rose up to smear that drop onto her nipple before running the glans in circles over her areola.
"Ahhhhhhh," Jacqueline sighed and used her hard nipple to tweak the slit in the head of the man's glans.
Jacqueline used the man's precum to lubricate her other nipple while her left hand strayed between her legs so that she could pinch and pull her labia.
With a final whimper Jacqueline guided the dick to her mouth, her lips kissing just the head before she used her tongue to coat the entire glans in her saliva with taste of the man's slightly salty precum coating her tongue. Finally as she pulled down as hard as she could on her labia she slipped the entire length into her mouth until she felt the familiar pressure against the back of her throat.
Jacqueline moaned around the man's shaft, her body shaking and then began to slip the hard length in and out of her mouth. She quickly built a rhythm of deep throating the man and then suckling on just his glans while her hand stroked his length, the soft skin slipping along his shaft beneath her fingers and in only minutes she felt his length jerk in her mouth.
Jacqueline let the first spurt of sperm fill her mouth, the thick, viscous cum chalky and slightly bitter before she pulled him out to let him finish across her forehead and eyes. She was a little disappointed at what little the man had provided her as the stranger pulled his dick out of the hole, her fingers trailing through the slipper warm cum on her eyelids to trail it over her cheek.
