I was embarrassingly naive when this occurred, many years ago, when I found myself in an adult bookstore in what would today probably be described as a seedy part of Vancouver.
It was a bright day, so when i entered the store it took a few seconds to take in exactly where i was. The cool air conditioning gave my bare legs goosebumps beneath the black pleated mini skirt I wore, though my thigh highs helped to keep the cool air at bay. My nipples make themselves rather noticeable, always a little embarrassing, and, admittedly, a bit of a thrill.
I was more than aware of how my breasts, which a friend once described as enthusiastic C cups, got attention, especially when i wore my favourite corset top and push up bra. They fascinated so many guys and to be honest I've always been quite a little brat, teasing always come naturally to me.
I definitely recall the heady rush upon my realization I was absolutely surrounded by movies, magazines, books, sex toys, etc... An electric thrill filled my body at this new excitement, and things were only going to get better in ways I didn't think possible.
I knew my desires intimately; my passion was, and still is, oral sex. I'd had plenty of experience up to that point but not for some time as I recall. I found a magazine filled with very explicit photos, which left me almost breathless with arousal, and spent some time discovering more wonders as I explored this new place. What I wasn't aware of, however, as I perused the selections, was that more than one set of eyes were watching me with great interest...
After some time I found myself heading towards the back, seemingly dark recesses of the store. A narrow corridor led to what I first thought was possibly a laundromat but after some examination I realized what I was looking at were a series of small doors.