You pulled the car up into the first parking space in front of the neon lit windows, "Premium Adult DVD's" read the flashing red sign. I hadn't been quite sure where you had wanted to take me so late at night but I figured it had to be something of "adult" nature due to your precise specifications of what I was to wear out. You opened your door, stepped out, and came around to my side of the car, opened my door and held it out wide like a gentleman.
Something you normally didn't do. I stepped out of the car and as you shut the door behind me, I tugged upon the hem of my short skirt, smoothing it down in an attempt for modesty of my bare thighs and missing underwear.
I walked forwards to the large window display, and glanced inside the store. There were all sorts of lewd posters of women strutting their stuff: porno stars with twin mounds of perfectly fashioned implants, long legs, tiny waists, and glittering pink interiors. I felt a little awkward and very exposed. Your hand, on the small of my back, guided me over towards the door and you reached up to hold it open, pushing me through the entrance as you followed behind me.
A bell jingled as the door shut behind us and I looked up at the front checkout counter to see an older man working behind the counter. He barely glanced up at us before returning his eyes to the magazine he was reading. I walked forward into the store, surprised that he hadn't carded me. I was surrounded on all sides by various short aisles stacked full of porno videos. I walked idly down the first aisle, assuming that you were following behind me, and stopped at the middle section to look at the various titles and pictures before me. I saw lots of young pretty women, bodies exposed, cocks in their mouth, cum on their face, girls lewdly tonguing each others mouth....the scenes depicted on the videos were hardly a new sight but in the seedy video store environment, it felt like I was seeing something new.
I turned around to look at you, curious to see how you felt in this environment, you were watching me, "pick out something that you like," you casually said to me as if we were only clothes or jewelry shopping.
I walked forwards down the aisle, walking past titles with all sorts of stereotypically sexy women doing everything imaginable. I turned the corner and looked down the next aisle, before walking past it to the following aisle where I spotted coed college girls and dorm party videos. I stopped at the front of the aisle, picking up a video that caught my attention with the cover scene showing two young women curled over each other in the 69 position, tongues curled up over sweet wet pussies. I felt my own pussy tighten up at the various pictures of the girls, before setting it aside, my eyes already sweeping down the rest of the aisle. I looked up and noticed that there was another guy sharing the same aisle with us.
The guy looked fairly young, close to my age, probably a lonely college student. He had the geeky outcast look to him that I admired in some guys: glasses, shy awkward persona, tall and lanky. I thought it was sad that he would be spending his weekend night in the adult video store and I figured it was probably a normal habit for him. He caught me looking at him and seemed a little embarrassed, he looked away quickly and pretended to look busy with the next display of videos. I saw that he had tucked under his arm, a DVD with a young naked woman and two cocks in her face. I was always interested in seeing what other people deemed as sexy and attractive.
I felt you come up behind me, close, and I leaned back a little against your body. Pressed against my ass, I could feel that you already had a boner underneath your pants. Your hands were out against your sides, and you moved your hand forwards where it hit the underside of my lower thigh. Your fingers grazed along my thigh before sweeping upwards, underneath my tiny skirt, and quickly rubbing over my bare pussy. I automatically pressed my ass harder against your mid section as your fingers caressed over my pussy. I couldn't believe that you had the nerve to touch me under my skirt here in the side aisle with the college-aged guy. I was even more shocked when I heard you say out loud, "you are wet."
I looked up in embarrassment and caught the guy looking over at us, in surprise to see me pressed so closely against you with your hand coming out from underneath my short skirt. You brought your wet finger up to my mouth and I automatically opened my mouth to let you slide your finger in, where I licked off my wetness. I watched the guy as I did this, loving the intense look of desire mixed with shock on his face. As I sucked your finger clean, growing wetter by the minute, I felt your hand playing with the hem of my skirt and before I could consciously register what you were doing, I felt you lift up my skirt, exposing my freshly shaved wet pussy to the young stranger watching us.
My face immediately flushed up and I stepped away from you quickly, reaching my hands up I quickly yanked my skirt back down. I wasn't normally shy and I did love to show off but it had been so unexpected and I felt insecure surrounded by the shelves containing all the pretty naked women. "Stop," I told you but your hands were already lifting my skirt up again and then quickly rubbing over my moist pussy.
