In the morning I knocked at Mr. R's patio door early, as directed. I was wearing a sun dress with a halter top and a full, flared, but very short skirt. It did cover my ass...JUST. As he opened the door to let me in he gave a wolf whistle.
"Very nice! I approve." He said. "Now, let me see!" He directed.
I lifted my skirt to show my puffy, bald, pantiless pussy and was certain that he had already figured out that the low back and sides of the halter top of the dress made wearing a bra impossible. Besides which, the shape of my hard nipples was clearly visible through the clingy fabric.
We went to Peg's for breakfast and he let me stuff myself with Eggs Benedict while he settled for Biscuits and Gravy. As we got back in his car, he mentioned that it was going to be a sunny, warm day and if I wanted, we could put the top of his convertible down. I was as excited as a little girl again at the thought of cruising down the Reno streets and highways in a convertible.
Our first stop was the adult store. I was a little worried about being carded or arrested or something but Mr. R pointed out that the actual age of consent in Nevada is 16 and I'd turned 18 nearly a year ago. As we went in I tried to look casual and grabbed a basket but Sir shook his head and pushed a cart at me. I didn't plan on buying enough to FILL the basket but I hadn't planned on Mr. R and HIS plans.
As it was I gawked at the assortment of sexual toys, devices, appliances and STUFF there was. Everything from rubber and leather outfits and corsets with masks and gags and (what I learned were) silk and horse hair floggers for pussy and ass. That got me a little stirred up but Mr. R said that was for 'advanced lessons and adventures'. He put a couple sets of nipple clamps in the basket and when I started to protest over only needing one set, he murmured they could be used on clits too. After that I shut up and let him do a lot of the choosing. He grabbed some of those chains that I'd liked so much while looking in his bag, and some weights and I found a slender, pink penis shaped vibrator, like his blue one. I put that in the basket before I got stunned into worshipful silence at a huge, realistic looking, supposedly 'real skin' cock and balls. According to the box this thing was mounted on a suction cup so it could be stuck to floors or walls or 'any hard surface' so you could fuck yourself on it, and had an added bonus that you could 'load' it with warm or cold fluid of your choice and make it cum in or on you.
I turned to Sir with the box in my hand, fairly drooling with desire. He laughed and asked if I didn't want to start with something a little smaller? (Honestly, this monster is about a foot long and I doubt if I can get both hands around it at the base, let alone one. The box gave it's measurements but it also had a cellophane window so I could see what I'd been missing my whole life.) He laughed again, said I was going to give him a complex and added that I was going to need a bigger toy box than he'd thought.
I kind of thought we were done but Mr. R kept strolling the aisles and looking at merchandise. There was like a blow up rubber ball with a cock attached to it that you could bounce on till you came, and even sort of a mini mechanical bull thing with a cock in its saddle that vibrated and shuddered and moved under you. He raised an eyebrow at me but I shook my head. I had what I wanted. He grabbed something called a butterfly -- I looked at it and it was a mini vibrator with straps that I would wear so it was snug against my clit -- and it had a remote control that I, or he, or anyone really, could adjust up or down making me totally lose control, even in public. My nipples got pretty hard thinking about the possibilities and he chuckled, reaching out to tweak and pinch them.
That was really about the first time he'd touched me directly in a sexual way and I liked it. I liked it a LOT. My nipples got even harder and I began to feel moisture dripping from my cunt to my thighs. I took a deep breath trying to settle myself.
"You should do that again," he murmured in my ear. "You're giving the clerk a hard on."
Up to that point I hadn't even noticed whether the sales clerk was male or female, but he was definitely male -- mid 30s perhaps, not bad looking, average and he was rubbing himself against the counter. At that moment though I saw something on a shelf that puzzled me.
"A breast pump? Here?"
"Sure," he explained softly. "If you like having someone suck on your tits, this machine will do that. And for those who want to bring on lactation, it can do that too."
"Wait! When you say bring on lactation, you mean start giving milk right?"
"That's right."
"Ummm, can anyone start giving milk? Even if they don't have a baby? Could I f'r instance?"
He cocked his head and looked at me seriously. "Yes, you can. But," he held up a cautionary hand, "it's not a step you want to take lightly. It requires a fairly large time commitment to start....to bring on your milk, and then even more time and labor to keep up with it. You're going to be going away to college are you sure you want to do this?"
I nodded vehemently. I could feel my nipples tingling just at the thought of my breasts filling with milk and letting Mr. R -- or anyone -- suckle it from me. Gawd, I wanted to finger fuck myself and cum right now. He broke into my train of thought again.
"What about ass play? Do you want some beads or a butt plug or anything?"
"Eww. No! That's gross! Why would I want..."