Jamie was home alone that day, bored while her husband was at work. She had just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed for the errands she had to run. Dropping the towel, she took a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Her gaze saw her nice slim body, her long brown hair, and her still perky 34B breasts. A smile crossed her lips. Jamie knew she was good looking and was proud of that fact. Running her hands down her stomach, she brushed upon her now shaved pussy. She had decided to do this on a whim, thinking her husband Darin would enjoy it.
After tearing her eyes away from her beautiful body, Jamie got dressed. She chose simple clothes, nothing fancier than a basic blouse and jeans, not needing anything else for errands. Walking through the house, she sat down at the computer, wanting to check on some things before she went out. Looking at the monitor, her expression became puzzled. What is this?
She noticed a window that was still open, but minimized. Jamie figured it was something Darin had been looking at and couldn't help herself. She decided to take a peek. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips when she saw what the window was. On the screen, pictures of women wearing strap-ons were everywhere. Finding this not strange enough, Jamie decided to scroll down further. Seeing a video icon, she clicked on it, wondering what would come up.
The video clip loaded and suddenly images of men being fucked in the ass by women with strap-ons filled the screen. The men were clearing enjoying what was being done to them, moaning loudly (which Jamie could hear through the speakers) and their cocks at full attention. She shook her head, unable to believe that Darin had been looking at this. Both of them were rather tame when it came to sex, never doing much more than your basic positions. Jamie couldn't help but to admit to herself however that these images were extremely exciting to her. The thought of dominating her husband, instead of the other way around, seemed very fun. Her body tingled slightly, responding to the fantasies.
Remembering what she needed to do, Jamie closed the window and proceeded with her task. A few minutes later, she left the house, ready to do her errands. However, the images she had seen were still in her mind and she could not get rid of them. During each of her errands, her mind filled with thoughts of her doing this to Darin. By the time she was done with them, Jamie's pussy had gotten very wet. She started to speed home, hoping to take care of the problem.
On the way, she drove by a local sex shop she had seen many times. Thinking for a moment, Jamie decided she had to take a look. Turning into the parking lot, she got out of the car and walked inside. A lovely young woman was working the counter and smiled at her as she came in. Shakily, Jamie returned the smile and blushed, walking towards the back of the store. After looking around for awhile, she was unable to find any strap-ons. Just when she was about to give up, the salesperson surprised her. "Can I help you find anything?"
Jamie visibly jumped at this question, hand to her chest. The salesperson looked concerned and asked, "Are you ok? I didn't mean to scare you."
Jamie nodded and smiled again. "Um, I think I could use a hand." She paused for a few moments, unable to bring herself to say the words. The salesperson waited patiently, knowing how shy people were sometimes in the store. Finally, Jamie managed to squeak out, "Do you have any...strap-ons?"
"Yep, we do. They are over here." Turning around, the salesperson began to lead the way to the right aisle. A grin spread on her face as she walked, wondering who this woman wanted to fuck with a rubber cock. Gesturing as they arrived, she added, "Do you know what you're doing here? Or would you like some more help?"
Jamie was only able to nod slightly, unable to summon the courage to say anything. The salesperson went off into a full explanation of all the differences and prices. After she finished, Jamie was able to ask, "Umm...which one would be best for a beginner?"
The salesperson didn't miss a beat. She had been waiting for a question like this. "Depends. Is this for use on a man or a woman?" she responded, barely able to keep a straight face.