A Very Personal Service

A Very Personal Service - Part One

A Jenny Walker Story

By Shyblueeyes1968

FF, older/teen, bisexual/lesbian, fetish, toys, oral, shops, shy girl introvert

Jenny, shy and introverted, goes shopping for her first sex toy, and gets some very personal service and an offer she just can't refuse.

10,700 words

©Shyblueeyes1968 2006-2025 - ver.20250422

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Authors Note:

'A Very Personal Service' was first published in 2006 (2008 on Literotica). This is a revised and update story (the original was only 5000 words) with some significant changes to plotline in preparation for it to becoming the first in a series of stories using the principle character: Jenny Walker. Wanted to develop and expand the main character before writing more about her.)

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Jenny walked past the shop again, for the third time that morning! She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't quite force herself to go in. As she passed by the shop front, her eyes glanced furtively at window and door, which set back with a lovely tiled floor. Odd, the things you were willing to notice while avoiding doing something. Each time she had reached this point that morning she had been unable to turn and approach the door but instead continued past it as if she had urgent business elsewhere.

She'd barely managed a brief pause on the second pass, and even this time she was trying hard to make it look she was just glancing into a shop window as she passed by. Just as any normal person would do when walking down street lined with shop windows. Nothing to be embarrassed about, was there? However, even just thinking about her reason for coming to this particular shop caused the heat to rise to her face, and she could feel the blush spreading.

Part of the problem, she scolded herself, was that she was over thinking things; she always did. Instead of just doing something, she would dwell on it, thinking through all the negative outcomes and end up doing nothing or backing out and making self-justifying excuses for retreating into her room and hiding away. Whether it was going to see a band, drinks with friends, even going on dates, or in this case, buying a sex toy, she would always effectively talk herself out of it and do nothing.

Ok the last was a bit unusual example, even if it was in fact, her reason for being in the that particular street, but the point was, she always over thought situations and allowed her anxiety to rule her life, resulting in her missing so many opportunities. It's a wonder she'd made it University, but even there, she chosen to do a subject and course that allowed her to stay close to her home. She justified it to herself by telling herself it was to reduce the size of the loan, which was a valid reason, but really, she just couldn't face the stress and anxiety of stepping so far out of her comfort zone.

She tried to rationalize her current predicament. Why couldn't she just go in, she asked herself. There was nothing bad about the shop; in fact, it was nice shop, smart and neat, with an oldie world Victorian vibe, like all the shops in the this street, all with very ornate windows, hanging baskets and a tiled floors at the entrances. The very epitome of what you would expect a high-class fashion boutique located in a up market part of a town to look like. Moreover, it did in fact sell clothes and fashion accessories, among other things.

Off course it was the "among other things" that was the problem and the reason she had spent her Monday morning wondering up and down this street. Yes, she had heard some veiled ill-defined innuendos linked to the shop, nothing serious, just that it was a bit on the "kicky side" or comments along the lines of "I am surprised that sort of thing is allowed" without actually defining what "that sort of thing" actually was. Of course for a girl gifted with a vivid and rich imagination, and a burning, but suppressed sex drive, veiled innuendos was all that was required to send the blood rushing to her face.

It was just an unfortunate twist of fate for Jenny, that what she jokingly called her "Nympho" tendencies where contained within a body of an introverted girl with near terminal shyness and with a heavy dose of anxiety thrown in for good measure. Everybody who knew her well thought she was such an innocent, little-miss-goody-two-shoes, 'butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' type of girl, and what made it so funny, was how wrong they were. Ok, yes, outwardly, they were right, but there was another side to Jenny. The girl you could fry an egg off her blushing face the moment anybody mentioned sex in front her had a very secret naughty side.

It didn't help that her outward appearance reinforced people's perception, with her sensible nerdy clothes, sensible practical shoes and glasses, and long dark brown hair that she usually wore in a long plait down her back. All this combined to present an image in people's minds of a 'sweet, innocent, little Jenny, never a wicked word or deed, probably never been kissed, and definitely a virgin.' At school, her nickname had been 'Enid', as in that she dressed and looked like something out of a Enid Blyton novel. She supposed there were worst things to be called at school.

If only they really knew, she smiled to herself. If they could see inside her head, read her thoughts, and see the mental images that danced around her head, then they'd be the ones blushing. Or even for that matter, read her browser history, assuming she'd not cleared it, or the things she did to herself when she was alone in a her bedroom, especially when she had the house to herself and could really let herself go. Or read the secret conversations she had online, where nobody could see you blush. Or take note the significant amount of erotic novels in her admittedly large collection of books. That was the first thing people noticed, the few that had ever made it to her bedroom: "Wow, what a lot of books!"

Innocent little Jenny who blushed so deeply whenever S-E-X was mentioned in front of her, would shock her real world friends by how little she blushed in a her alterative online world. There she was safe and comfortable about talking about sex, and almost never blushed with embarrassment, even when recently she'd plucked up the courage to play on webcam. It was a different world, the internet. Not that it didn't have it's fair share of predators and evil people preying vulnerable girls (and boys for that matter). She'd learnt very quickly to be highly selective with whom she engaged directly with on the internet and through social media. Consequently, she rarely accepted friend request and was quick to break off contact and block people. Even when she accepted one and added them to her contacts, she took great care with the details about herself that she revealed.

There were two very different sides to her digital life; she had a normal public online identity; for her family, friends and academic life, although the mere fact that she was female and on social media was enough to attract the creeps. It was rare day she didn't get the a "Hello darling" type of email or message from a stranger, usually accompanied with the unsolicited sad little 'dick pic'.

Then there was her secret alternate identity, her secret XXX rated one, kept strictly apart from her public life, where never the twain would meet, if she had anything to do with it. Here she had created an alternative erotic playtime nom-de-guerre, through which she could channelled her naughty side, explore her sexual interest, desires and feed her most secret of fantasies. All wrapped in warm protective cloak of anonymity that only the internet could provide.

Nothing about her alternative life could be linked back to real world life, including her IP address, because she used a paid VPN service to hide that and her location. Even then, she was still highly selective with whom she engaged with, and it was small select 'elite' of online playmates, cultivated over many months, and some even years; that she regularly chatted and played with. People who just sent 'dick pics' or demanded 'nudes' and or became abusive when they were met with a refusal, were quickly discarded and blocked.

The same applied to those who started putting pressure on her to give them details or pressured her to meet in person, especially when she was younger, were also quickly blocked. For every one online playmate, there were probably a 100 or more blocked people. No, it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when you weren't ready to reveal to the world the person you really were. She seen it all too often with other girls who had allowed themselves to be publicly exposed or had been perceived as too "easy" or had ended up mothers in their mid-teens.

So, this inner circle, they were her confidants as well as her playmates, with whom she was comfortable with chatting about her sexual interests and fantasies in way that was simply not possible for her to do so in the real world. Just the thought of asking about dildos and masturbation in Sex Ed, or causally asking her mother if she had ever deep throated her father, and how did she deal with gag reflect over Sunday dinner, made her want to both laugh and scream at the same time. No, there were many questions, which one could not simply just come out and ask openly at the breakfast table.

Whereas there was no shame or embarrassment in asking someone in her little select group a question like 'have you swallowed' and 'what did it taste like' when you were protected by the anonymity provided by the internet.

Her playmates were a diverse group; a few girls who claimed to be her age, women, and some men, and one, who wrote and published erotic fiction. They were interesting, intelligent and more importantly, non-judgemental, non-demanding and respectful concerning things like real life identities and locations.

These were her fellow travellers with whom she shared her deepest sexual fantasies and interests, who helped and guided her on journey of sexual exploration, without judgement or the insult and abuse. However, even they didn't know who the real Jenny was, in terms of real name and location and what she looked like in the real world.

She took care not to reveal any details like that, except once, recently, in a brief, unguarded moment, Jenny had let slip her approximate location to a women, known to her as Lotus Flower. Lotus Flower in return, had divulged that she lived in the same county, and suggested that one day they might meet up for coffee...and wouldn't it be funny, if they lived close by, and or even knew each other!

The answer was: 'NO, it wouldn't be funny.' In fact, the mere suggestion that they might already know each other was enough to send Jenny into a near panic. The thought that she had shared some of her most intimate secrets and desires with somebody that she might already know was enough to make hit the block tab, set fire to her devices, throw them out the window and go hide under bed covers or perhaps cave somewhere remote.

However, she held back, in part because she liked Lotus Flower and really enjoyed their interaction, but also because there was a deep need in her, unfulfilled but growing, to meet people like herself, in the real world. The fact was, she was lonely, and increasingly felt disconnected and isolated, even when she was among her family and friends. Of course, recognising the need, and actually doing something about it were two completely different things for a shy introverted girl like Jenny.

Neither she nor Lotus Flower discussed their proximity to each or the possibility of meeting again, although Jenny did start to speculate about whether people she encountered in her everyday life might be her. Perhaps one day, they'ed exchange actual pictures of each other. What if it was one her teachers from school!!! OH GOD, what if it turned out to be her mum. No, she was 100% sure Lotus Flower wasn't her mother, if only because there were times when they were chatting that she knew where and what her mother was doing. Still, it was an intriguing thought, that there might be two people, living double lives, where in one life they were the most intimate of playmates and in the other, complete strangers.

It was a later conversation with Lotus Flower, which had led Jenny to be in this street today trying to pluck up the nerve to go into that shop. They had been chatting about sex toys and masturbation and Jenny had told her she had used a variety of items in recent years to pleasure herself. They ranged from a selection of hairbrushes, chosen for the shape, thickness and length of the handles; through to candles and to a large pen, one of those ones with all the colours, and which, to be frank, did look like a lot like sex toy. Then there were her favourite object for pleasuring herself, bananas. She love rubbing a banana over her pussy, sliding it inside and then eating it, sometimes taking deep into her throat before the eating part. She would imagine that it was real cock. At least if and when a real cock did enter her mouth, she was fairly certain she could take it deep without gagging. She enjoyed banana sex so much so; that she had acquired a taste for bananas flavoured with her pussy juices, and now blushed whenever she saw one in public. She was convinced that people could guess why.

All these items had the big advantage of being everyday normal things, which, unless she was actually caught in the act with them inserted in one or more of her holes, wouldn't attract undue comment. Whereas an actual vibrator or dildo couldn't be explained away as anything other than what they were, sex toys.

Luckily, for Jenny, her parents were great believers in privacy. Even when she was a child, both her parents would knock and wait to be invited in, before entering her room. Now she was an adult, they would never dream of intruding into her room. It was her space. Of course that also meant she was also expected to do all the chores, and washed and iron clothing was left in a neat pile buy the door, although now days she did most of own ironing.

Oddly though, the fear of being caught or spied on by somebody (other than her parents or brother) while she abused herself was one her favourite secret little fantasies. Probably because she was very shy and struggled to image how she would instigate a sexual encounter. Perhaps one her friends, or one of her brothers army friends that he sometime bought home with him on leave might quietly slip into the room one night and stand there watching her fuck herself with a hairbrush. In her darkest fantasies, there wouldn't just one, she would be surrounded by shadowy figures watching her as she fucked herself. They would comment and wank their cocks and cum all over her.

Anyway, the conversation had moved onto real sex toys, and where to buy them, and Jenny had told Lotus Flower she was considering buying something online, and did she have recommendations for which online store to use. Lotus Flower told her about this shop, called 'Silk and Lace, All Thing Nice", that was in town, where she went for toys and sexy clothes, and that Jenny should really go there. Of course, the whole idea was ridiculous. The mere thought of her walking into a public shop and openly buying a sex toy almost caused her to both laugh aloud and scream in terror. It simply wasn't going to happen!!!

Yet, over the following weeks, the idea wouldn't go away, even to the point, one day, after finishing her lectures, she walked past the shop in question before going to catch her bus home. However, she couldn't even bring herself to stop and look in the window, let alone actually go inside. Yet the idea wouldn't go away and continued to grow inside her, until she finally resolved that she would go to the shop, and go in, just to have a look, and perhaps, yes, buy herself a dildo.

No, the idea was just still too silly, wasn't it, she had asked herself? Her voice countered with 'Why was it such a silly idea?' Perhaps this was the opportunity to change, to grow up a bit, to start becoming the confident women you fantasis about being, she told herself. Of course thinking it was one thing, actually doing it, was another. Which was why, after catching the bus into town early that Monday morning, she was wondering up and down this street.

After a pause for a few seconds, she continued down the street but started getting angry with herself, feeding it, and fanning the flames, letting it get hotter and stronger. Why was I being such a silly girl, she scolded herself, I am adult, I am a woman! Ok, only just, but I am 19, and I can prove it. Ok, she had to do that a lot, because she didn't look 19. Not with the way she dressed and wore her hair. Never the less, she was an adult and she could prove it, so what was the problem?!

She wasn't doing anything illegal, It's just a clothes shop, she told herself. Yes, ok an highly specialised clothes shop, but still a clothes shop. Ok it was mostly women's underwear and lingerie, and other girlie stuff, like nighties and pyjamas, from what her quick covert glances could tell her. So why shouldn't I look at the displays of frilly girlie knickers and under garments without embarrassment or even go inside to peruse their merchandise? The last thought nearly made her burst out in laughter, what did she sound like? No wonder she was called Enid, 'peruse their merchandise.'

Then her inner voice chipped in with a response: 'but that's not only what they sell, is it? Let's be honest, you're not hovering outside because you want to buy a nightie with teddies on, are you? It's the other things they sell, those things that her online friend hinted at and joked about. The things she'd seen in countless porn videos and wandered what they must feel like. 'That's was why you're here, isn't it?' Her shy side then suggested going for a coffee, again, or perhaps coming back another day. She continued down the street for a few more steps, and then stopped.

No! She had to fight her desire to run and hide all the time. She had to stop letting the shyness rule her life. She couldn't spend the rest of her life fucking herself with hairbrushes and bananas. It wasn't enough now, and the longer she let it continue the more her loneliness and sense of isolation would grow. She'd end up like a spinster cat women with closet for hair brushes. Or worse, trapped in some unfulfilling dull relationship, with some moron she couldn't talk too, with unfulfilling sex and children.

If she was ever going to meet people with similar interest, she needed to be more confident, and going into that shop was the first step. Therefore, she let her anger grow and overwhelm her natural shyness and hesitation. This had been her way of dealing with it for years, get angry with herself, and let it burn through the anxiety. Ok, it had led to her to making a complete fool of herself on one or two occasion, but equally, it had also got through a lot too. Without, she'd spend the rest of life with her head buried in a book, pretending the real world didn't really exist.

Right, she told herself, this time or you just go home; picking up a cucumber on the way! She'd been too scared to go as far as a cucumber in the past when it came to self abuse, but God, after this morning, she'd needed to fuck herself hard. She turned and walked back down the street. It was a very quaint and oldie world type of street, many of the shops were timber framed and had overhangs. Like her destination, they were mostly ladies fashion boutiques or expensive shoe shops. You know, the sort, with few select items in the window, artistically arranged without a price tag. The sort of places that hinted at 'if you're asking for the price, you can't afford it,' type of shop.