The News Agent

The News Agent

In Scotland, the laws are really strict about public nudity. However, there are a large number of men's magazines on the various newsstands. Every time I walk into the local news agent, I'm tempted to pick up one as there are so many versions that aren't available in the US.

I was out late one night and decided to stop into a small news agent to pick up a soda. Normally the news agents close by 10pm, but this one was still open. It was a small shop with barely an isle between the two selves of goods. I reached into the cooler for a Coke and turned to pay the counter attendant. On the counter sat, open, one of those magazines I'd been interested in. The main picture was a woman with a vibrator, "going to town."

It was odd to have such an open display on the counter of a news agent, but even more odd was the clerk behind the counter, a younger woman, late college age. She had obviously been "reading" the magazine and wasn't trying to hide that fact. So, I asked, "Is it a good magazine?"

"Oh, I like it. The pictures are nice. The stories aren't much, not very real sounding, all this talk of men with huge cocks and such. But I like it." She took the soda and rang it up. "That's be seventy pence please."

"Hmmm," I snorted considering whether I should buy a magazine for myself. "How much is the magazine?" I asked enjoying the view of the women in the picture.

"I don't know." She picked up the magazine to turn it over. "Ten pounds but it's worth it."

I was considering. But to pass the time I asked another question, "You say the stories aren't so good. Is there one with better stories, more 'real' sounding?"

"Oh aye!" and she reached down below the counter and pulls out a well-worn magazine. The picture on the front isn't much to look at as the whole thing looks rather B grade printing. "This is my favourite, but we don't carry it here in the shop." She opened the magazine to the centre and took out a vibrator. "Here. Read one of my favourite tales. It starts at the top of the right page."

I took the pages and noticed a strong smell of sex. The vibrator had obviously been stored here immediately after use. "Late night reading material, huh?" I jested.

"We're open all night and at two, three o'clock in the morning there's not much else to do."

"You're open that late? Why?"

"I don't fuckin' know. But they pay me to sit here and do whatever, so I can't complain. Mostly I get my homework done for school, but sometimes I pass the time in other ways." she said picking up the vibrator to make it obvious what she meant.

"I'm going to have to remember that when I'm up late and can't sleep. I can come here to get a coke."

The smiles across the counter were growing on both sides. There was a definite spark in the air. But the magazine was open, and she'd asked me to read, so I lowered my eyes to the open page and began to read.

It was a good story, a nice beginning with sexual tension. When the sex finally appear, it was hot but not outlandish. I could really put myself in the story, enough so my cock started to respond. As I finished, I offered the magazine back to the clerk, who was watching me intently. "Yes, that's a very nice story." I said with a gulp.

"It is, isn't it? So, how much did you like it?"

"I'd buy the magazine myself if you had one to sell."

"No, that's not what I was asking. Did you... you know?"

"Yes, I definitely responded to it."

"Do you wack-off?" she asked glancing over at the door.

"Yes." I instinctively looked at the door as well. Nothing there.

"You're an American, aren't you?"

"Yes" I said smiling. The accent is hard to hide.

"Have you ever... done it with someone watching?"

"You mean masturbate? Yes. Why?"

"Would you... just a minute." she stepped around the counter and slid past me toward the door. Again, the smell of sex was obvious. She was as turned on as I was. She locked the door and then turned to me. "Would you let me watch?"

"It's a glass door." I said not sure I was willing to take this further. "Is there a back room?"

"Fuck ya." She slid pass me again, this time pressing her ass against my groin. I couldn't tell whether she was trying to tempt me or cop a feel with her ass cheeks. Either way, my cock enjoyed the attention.

She led me to a back room, clicked on a light and asked, "This do?"

Yes. Is there anything in particular you want to see?"

"No, not really, so long as you cum. I don't want to have sex with you. I've got a boyfriend. But he won't wack off for me. I know he does. He's always got one of those magazines lying open around his bed. But he won't let me watch. He makes me diddle myself for him, but he won't do the same for me."

"Well, I suppose if you were willing to return the favor I might oblige."

"Oh, of course. I planned on it." And without much ado she sat in a chair in the corner, hiked up her skirts and displayed her mound covered in dark, bushy hair. Her lips were already parted and the juices already flowing. "How's this for a view?"

"Lovely." I felt as there was no option now. So, I reached down and unzipped. My cock was already hard. I had to maneuver my jeans off as well as my underwear.

As I slid my underwear over the tip of my cock, I heard the clerk exclaim, "Oooh, that's nice. You've got red hair. You really are a red head."

"Yes. Have you never seen a red head before? Living here in Scotland?"

"I've only been with my boyfriend and his hair is all black and prickly, not soft and smooth like yours." She was already sliding a finger around her pussy lips with her hips beginning to respond to the motion.

With my jeans on the floor and my underwear down around my knees, I started to rub my finger along the shaft of my cock. I was watching the clerk watch me with interest. It wasn't going to take long for either of us to climax.

As her hips started to buck even further, I felt the rise of cum. I stopped, wanting to make this last a bit longer. "What's the matter?" she asked still fingering herself with abandon.

I didn't want to tell her I was about to explode so early so I made up something. "I haven't any lubrication. It would be nice if I could..." and gesturing with my finger toward her cunt I made it obvious what I wanted. She didn't say yes, but she didn't say no. She just continue to finger herself, with growing enthusiasm.

As I slid a finger in her she finally chimed up, "You need lubrication, do you? I've got a better idea." She took one hand off her cunt and wrapped it around my cock. Then she guided it to her mouth.

It didn't take long before I was cumming... as she was writhing under her own finger exercises. She wiped her mouth with a towel behind the counter, sold me the magazine and I left.