Although Jen had found true pleasure in the company of her peers, Annie and now Terri, she still had fantasies about that sweet young thing she and Annie had seen at the "love" shop. One day, as she was finishing up her typically domesticated housewife errands, Jen happened to drive by that same little shop and so decided to pop in to see if there was anything new for sale that might spark her curiosity. To her delight, that same nubile young shop clerk was working that day; rekindling a different kind of spark within Jen she had only dreamed about in restless night's sleep where the young woman's phantom had entered her bed in place of her husband and proceeded to passionately fulfill her deepest desires.
At first Jen tried to stay clear of the clerk, feeling a little awkward and embarrassed not only about being in this "unseemly" public space but also out of trepidation that the clerk would see her and recognize her from before; perhaps guessing at what her secret desires had been. She sifted through the various provocative garments, lubricants, sex aid DVDs, and toys while doing her best to spy out her true object of interest out of the corner of her eye. The clerk was obviously too preoccupied with either sorting through new inventory or helping a customer at the counter to notice some matronly housewife in the back corner, thus allowing Jen plenty of opportunity to analyze the young woman's features without interruption or fear of being caught.
Jen was able to determine that the clerk was quite tall, much like herself, perhaps 5'7" or 5'8", she had a long, lithe body whose legs seemed to consume more than what was proportionate for a woman's body. She was very slender, with pert breasts, likely 32c, and her blonde hair was only somewhat longer than Jen's own shoulder length hair. One thing was for sure, she was very pretty and much younger than Jen; she guessed 20 by her appearance. She was also quite sensually dressed, as might have been the expected attire for someone working in a place like this, a micro miniskirt -- that only accentuated her long, limber legs -- a midriff bearing tee shirt but one with a rather low neckline that exposed much of her chest and cleavage; cleavage that was enhanced but what must have been a push up bra. All of this was far more provocative than the clothing Jen was wearing, an admittedly clingy sweater styled top with an open top button, but otherwise a typically modest knee length skirt and matching bra and panties set.
Jen was turned away from the clerk for only a minute when she was surprised by her presence. Jen was in the unfortunate position of nonchalantly looking over some dildos and similar toy paraphernalia when the clerk interrupted her somewhat daydreaming state with a little clearing of her throat and a question.
"Hello, I'm Maggie, are you interested in any particular item ma'am?" Jen froze and blushed as she heard this unexpected query.
Maggie moved a little closer and rephrased her question, "Are you finding everything you need here or can I help you in some way?"
Jen's frozen stance slowly thawed as she gradually turned to face her inquisitor. She was gape mouthed at the young woman's beauty. Realizing she might be staring, and fearful she may actually have her mouth wide open, she collected herself and stammered a reply.
"Um, well, um I'm not sure, there's quite a selection and, well . . ..I'm just not sure."
"Great response," thought Jen, "you truly sounded like an idiot there!"
"Perhaps I could go through the products and guide you to what you really want?" Maggie offered, though Jen could only focus on the part where she said "really want." Oh, she knew what she really wanted, but whether that would ever be part of the service here was highly unlikely!
Jen simply smiled and nodded to Maggie's offer, feeling a strong sense of emotional and ethical conflict within her.
"Now I've done it, first I go beyond my marital vows and spend 'time' with Annie, then onto Terri, and now I feel an overwhelming desire to be with this much younger girl," Jen mused to herself, while Maggie began discussing the various attributes of each item, "oh who am I kidding, she's nearly half my age! But, " and Jen paused for a moment then galvanized her spirit and desires, "I must have her . . .I just have to!"
At this affirmation of her sexuality Jen bit on her lower lip and tried to focus on what Maggie was saying, hoping that her attentiveness and, perhaps, flirtatious advances would garner a similar response from Maggie. As Maggie careful provided important, almost overly technical, explanations on the attributes of each sex toy, Jen made a point of moving a little closer to her running her fingers through her hair and slowly caressing her thigh with her other hand all in a rather sensual manner; her legs parted more than was usual when standing in a public place.
Maggie became increasingly aware of the older woman's ever more provocative stance. Soon she noticed out of the corner of her eye when Jen slowly let her fingers teasingly run down from her hair over her ample bosom to her skirt's hem, then gingerly running along the hem's edge which helped aid Jen's efforts at hiking her skirt farther up her long, luscious legs. The younger woman felt a strong sensation within her core and down to her nether regions, one that soon resulted in a degree of warm, wetness to emerge. Maggie smiled to herself, she recalled who this woman was from that earlier time when Jen and Annie were shopping many weeks before and it excited her to know that her interest in Jen seemed to be reciprocated.
"Ma'am, would you care for some demonstration of how some of these items work? We do have demos in the back room that we are allowed to use for this purpose."
Jen was shocked, though very aroused, at this outrageous suggestion. Yet, she assured herself, it really was, on the surface at least, merely an innocent sales pitch; an indication of excellent service to an ignorant customer.
"Well, um, certainly, if it won't trouble you too much to show me?" Jen asked in a sheepish, almost naïve manner.
"Not at all, all part of the service we offer here," Maggie grinned; although Jen was pretty certain it was a far more mischievous grin than would have been elicited in the usual sales situations she had been in.
Maggie waved her coworker over and whispered in her ear. Jen hadn't even noticed this other woman, being so focused on Maggie and on trying to avoid looking like a fool in the shop. The two young women look at Jen and giggled before Maggie returned to Jen. Jen felt a mounting sense of awkwardness and self-consciousness; were they laughing at her? Some old hag that too obviously had the hots for a young girl who really had no interest in her, except as a way of making a fool of for the two women to joke about for months to come? Jen was beginning to look for a way out of her predicament, a way to escape and run far from this potentially embarrassing situation when Maggie arrived and leaned into her.
"Ok ma'am, you ready for the demonstrations?"
Maggie's hand softly brushed against Jen's hand and side; her warm, pleasant breath played with her ear and seemed to soother Jen of her fears. She looked into the young woman's eyes and realized she had to take a chance of being made into a fool; if only to see if maybe something far better might occur.
The lithe young lady led Jen to the backroom, her lovely firm buttocks seemed to dance for Jen through Maggie's short skirt. Jen had great difficulty watching where she was going as she attended Maggie's movements from behind. Once in the room, Maggie reached round Jen and closed the door then proceeded to open a number of boxes laid out on a nearby table.
"There, now we'll have a little more privacy so you can have a better idea about our products in a more discreet setting." Maggie grinned and pulled out a few different toys, laying them out openly on the table.
"Do you have any preference for which item you'd like to see or would you like me to choose?" Maggie's eyes twinkled as she made eye contact with Jen, resulting in much fidgeting and blushing by the more staid older woman.
"If you don't mind, . . .since you are the expert, I'd like you to choose," Jen nearly whispered these words as she diverted her eyes from Maggie's view.
