It took time, who knows how long really, before I was able to gather myself, stand up, and fully realize what had just happened. It felt like a dream, even when I emerged from the booth, blinking in the sudden light, blissfully unaware at how everyone there was staring at me, something I only became aware of some time later.
My first instinct was to flee, certain someone was going to suddenly somehow shout, "did you see what that slut just did?"
I did just that, head down as I hurriedly left, exiting in a complete daze, the overwhelming taste and smell of cum still a giddy taboo thrill. I'd had to use a handful of tissue to ensure every drop was off my lips, and for a spell I wandered rather aimlessly, a heavy tingling sensation still very apparent down there that I couldn't ignore.
It wasn't long before I found myself wondering if it would be OK for me to return, because a very naughty thought kept creeping into my mind. The booth had *two* holes! I'd heard of spit roasting somewhere, probably in an erotica and had wondered what it would be like to fuck and blow a guy at the same time.
I was also getting increasingly aroused at the possibility and before long I found myself back in the store. As I entered, I carefully looked around. The clerk, a young guy who was kind of cute, at least I thought so, gave me a little wave and smile, which I returned shyly.
I went up to him, asking if there was a restroom, and he explained there wasn't but he'd let me use the staff restroom, a kind gesture on his part I thought. He really *was* cute, with hair I wanted to run my hands through, and eyes that sparkled with a kind of excitement.
I followed him to the back, past the booths and the guys sitting there who all seemed to deliberately ignoring me? He unlocked a door for me, telling me it would lock on its own when I was done, then left, returning to the front of the store before I could even ask his name. Crap!
After I'd washed my hands and face I decided to be daring, more risquΓ© than I'd ever been, taking inspiration from a scene in a book I'd read, and so, when I returned to the booth area I very casually slipped my panties down, letting them fall to my ankles, stepped out of them, and, to really make the point, knelt, knowing my cleavage was fully on display, picking them up and popping them in my purse.
I pretended I wasn't aware that every eye was upon me, their gasps were audible, which had me shivering with secret delight.
I inwardly giggled at the ease at which I had made myself the absolute centre of attention. I felt dizzy with my sexual power; my breasts felt heavy, almost swollen, for some reason my bra felt almost intolerable to wear, too tight, too restrictive. I was sorely tempted to rip it off but figured they'd had enough of a show already.