As we left from our visit with Grady and Lauren, both Barbara and I were deep in thought. I was still processing the past 24 hours, and Barbara’s newly revealed sexuality.
Barbara was obviously thinking about her recent sexual escapades, as her hand drifted to her crotch. She had on her short denim skirt, and she spread her legs a bit as she rubbed herself through her black panties. I kept stealing looks over as I drove down the interstate.
“Why don’t you take off your panties?” I asked. Barbara didn’t answer, but rose up from the seat and quickly slipped off her panties, handing them to me. I put the crotch to my nose, and breathed in the musky, sweet smell of her. My cock, which was already hardening, strained further against my shorts. I threw her panties into the back seat, and pulled the leg of my shorts up so that Barbara could see the head of my cock.
“Umm, that looks delicious,” Barbara said, increasing her frigging of her clit.
We traveled down the road for about 30 minutes like that, with me trying to watch her try to bring herself off, while attempting to drive properly at the same. Finally, she said, “This isn’t working. It’s just too dry. I need a vibrator.”
“Yeah, I was surprised you didn’t bring one,” I said. “I thought you always made sure you had your plastic lover with you.”
She answered “I do, but I took it out of my bag when I flew a couple of weeks ago, and I never put it back.”
Barbara kept her hand on her pussy, but never did cum. Eventually, I saw her relax, lean back in her seat, and I could tell she was drifting off to sleep. Her legs were still open, and I figured that people passing that were sitting high in a truck or van could see her. A few vehicles seemed to linger beside us before pulling on past, but I didn’t catch anybody overtly looking.
About thirty minutes later, I saw a billboard advertising an adult bookstore at the next exit. When the exit came into view, I slowed and moved into the exit lane. As the car slowed on the exit ramp, Barbara woke up. “Where are we?” she asked in a sleepy voice.
“There’s an adult bookstore at this exit. We can get you a vibrator,” I answered.
Barbara sat up and looked around as we reached the stop sign at the cross street. “There it is, over there,” she said, pointing to the right. I saw the store, and headed toward it.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that there were 8 vehicles. Half had local tags (we were in North Carolina) and half had out of state tags. There was one older model car that was kind of beat up, and one ragged pickup truck, but the rest were later model autos and SUVs. I decided it looked like a fairly upscale place, for a porn shop.
“You coming in?” I asked Barbara as I brought the car to a stop on the gravel parking lot.
“Yeah, I think I will,” she answered. “I’ve never been in one of these places. It’ll be all right, won’t it?”
“Sure,” I responded. “I usually see women in them, and often the employees are female.”
“OK,” Barbara said, reaching into the back seat for her panties.
I put my hand out to stop her. “Leave your panties off,” I said, grinning at her. She looked at me uncertainly, but did as I said.
I pulled the door open and held it open for Barbara to enter the store ahead of me. I nearly ran into her, as she had stopped just inside the doorway. She was obviously surprised, maybe even shocked at what she saw.
Right inside the door was a large display of videotape boxes, with all types of sex acts depicted. To the left was row after row of vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, other toys, lotions, and other sex aids. On the right side of the store were videotapes and DVDs, organized by category and stretching around the back of the store. There were open stairs in the middle of the store, leading to a mezzanine, which had more tapes and DVDs, along with peep show booths.
I could feel Barbara’s body tense a little as she took in the scene. There weren’t any women in the store. There were three guys looking at tapes or DVDs by themselves. There was one guy standing at the counter, talking to the store clerk. Their conversation stopped when they saw Barbara. All five sets of eyes were on her, and it was as if everyone had frozen.
I felt Barbara trying to move backward toward the door, but pushed her inside. I firmly guided her toward the toy section of the store. We stopped at the vibrators.
“I don’t know if I want to do this,” Barbara whispered. “I feel very conspicuous.”
“Relax,” I told her. “You don’t know any of these people. They’ll ignore you in a few moments.”
I took down a couple of vibrators and handed them to Barbara. She looked at them, and eventually got into looking over the selection. As we moved down the row, she picked out a 5” slim vibrator and another fatter 7” one. By that time, we were at the end of the toy section, and were at the magazines. There were several with covers featuring girls sucking huge cocks, and Barbara stopped at them, letting out an audible gasp.
“My god, those pricks are huge!” she exclaimed, in a louder voice than I think she intended.
“Yeah, look at this,” I said, picking up one showing a woman sitting on one large cock and sucking another and handing it to Barbara.
She took it without saying anything, and studied the cover. She then turned it over, seeing that the back cover had another girl being double penetrated.
