The place was silent when she entered. A few men and one couple looked at x-rated videos for sale or rent, another couple was checking out the vibrators and other sex toys, and two men were perusing the magazines that featured bare breasted women on the cover.
Janie was nervous. A woman alone, she was now in an adult bookstore. True, no one would recognize her. They were far from home, away on vacation, and she wondered if she could really fulfill the fantasy she and Rob had long discussed.
They had parked outside and he had entered first. She could see him now standing off to one side, alone, but watching. She did not acknowledge him, but saw him smile.
"Hello, miss," said the man at the counter.
With that several of the men turned to look. What they saw was almost beyond belief. Here was a woman of extraordinary beauty, buxom and tall, with long blondish hair than reached down her back, and with the face of a goddess.
What's more, she was dressed in a most provocative manner. High heels, of course, and stockings. But the black skirt was so short that she did not even need to bend over for anyone to see that it did not fully cover her ripe, round bottom. Beneath it she wore nothing. No panties. She had flashed before, and loved it. She was determined to give men glimpses of her pussy now, and, if she could muster the courage, much more.
On top, she wore a bright red t-shirt, one emblazoned with the Playboy logo. With no bra beneath, her firm breasts jutted defiantly outward. They were magnificent. True, they were larger than a few years earlier, but after her first child, she knew her heavy tits needed some work. She had them lifted, and at the same time went from at 36C to a DD cup. On a trim, muscular, well-toned body, they were astounding. Her nipples were already hard, just from the anticipation of what might happen today. They pushed outward and were clearly visible.
And then there was that face.
It was at once angelic and sultry. Her puffy, pouting lips were a dark shade of red. Rob told her the bright lipstick made her look slutty. She loved that thought.
And the eyes. Green-blue irises that shimmered and gleamed in a pool of white, they seemed to glow with fire. If the eyes are truly the gateway to the soul, then Janie's were an invitation to lust.
Now, they swept across the room, taking in the overall view, but stopping to linger on each man. Most had paused in their perverted search to stare at what they could only believe was an apparition. There were women who made a living as models, or as porn starts, who could not hold a candle to the voluptuous creature they saw before them now, yet here she was, real, alive and thrilling just to look at.
Janie would like to have glanced briefly at each of the men, but her own gaze lingered on each man, silently evaluating them for their sex appeal. Her eyes would meet with each of them, and while she would have liked to look away, it was they who, for the most part, lowered their eyes first, perhaps intimidated by her lush beauty. One or two, however, met her gaze head on, and smiling.
"Can I help you look for anything," said a voice, and she realized the clerk, a rather good-looking young man, was speaking to her.
She turned to face him, and saw his eyes dip involuntarily to her bosom. It happened every time. She had learned not to resent it, but to bask in the admiration. When he looked back up, she smiled.
"I just wanted to see what kind of fun things you have," she said. Motioning around the large room, she continued. "It looks like you have plenty."
"Is there anything specific you are thinking of," he said, his boyish face breaking into a grin.
"Well no. But I think I will know it when I see it."
His eyes dropped again to her tits, and this time they stayed there for more than an instant.
When he looked up again, he was blushing.
How cute, she thought.
"Well go look and let me know if I can be of any assistance," the clerk said.
A twinkle came to her eyes and she shifted her weight just slightly. "Oh, I will," she said, and winked.
She began to walk around the store...slowly, leisurely, the high heels pushing up her bottom so that it swayed with every step. She knew men were looking at her, but now she concentrated on looking straight ahead, moving toward the sex toys displayed along one long wall.
The truth is that Janie would have been sexy wearing a feed sack, and with a cast iron bra, and granny-panties. Nothing could hide her natural sensuality. What she wore today just emphasized it. When she moved in that languid way, she undulated, he body swaying, her large breasts moving up and down. Not a single man in there was watching anything else but her as she walked across the room.
Janie could feel their eyes on her. It pleased and excited her even more. She could feel a growing wetness between her legs. Not much yet, but she was confident there would be more.
She stood looking at a set of Ben Wah balls, admiring their silver finish, wondering how they would feel thrust up inside her as she walked. She looked down the aisle to see two men just standing, magazines in hand, but looking intently at her.
Slowly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she bent over to pick up an item from the bottom shelf, turning slightly so her rear was toward the two men. Casually, she lingered at her task, as if she could not decide which item she wanted. In truth, there was nothing there she wanted, but she felt her short black skirt ride up in back. She knew that most of her bottom was exposed, and with her legs just slightly apart, she also knew the two men could see the pussy lips of her vagina.
I wonder if the moisture shows, she thought.
"Oh my god look at that," one of the men said aloud. She could barely hear him, but the other man spoke more loudly. "Damn!" he said.
Janie stood, turned and walked down the row of toys, stopping this time in front of a rack of something called a "Butterfly." There were dozens of different models, most in pink or pale blue, and she realized the straps were so a woman could fit the buzzy toy over her hips and hold it against her clit. Hummm, that was something she would like.
The two men could still see her, and she supposed others in the room were also watching.
With deliberate ease, she sank to her haunches, stooping as she held one of the butterfly vibrators in her hand, studying it intently. The skirt was so short that anyone at ground level could have seen right up it. Janie slowly spread her legs apart, and the skirt rose higher. Now anyone with a direct line of view could see what she wanted them to see -- her very private hole, her precious kitty, open, pink and gleaming with droplets.
She stayed there, pretending to be unaware that she was flashing her pussy.
She knew well what she was doing. She was teasing, and if the men gathered in that dirty bookstore had any sense, she would do much more than just tease. The thought made her tingle, and she actually gave a slight chuckle.
As if he was reading her mind, one man walked from across the store toward her. She did not rise.
He paused directly in front of her, a man of perhaps 40 or so. He did not smile as he said: "I wish my wife was more like you." His hand went to her shoulder and touched her gently. "You are beautiful."
With that he walked away. She stood.
As she looked around, Janie could see that the men in the room were no longer spread out. Most of them were in aisles close to her. She was the center of attention, and she loved it.
A man wearing a blue sports jacket caught her eye, and smiled. He smiled back.
She looked around the store and when she looked back at the man, he was nearing her. He looked nice, sharply dressed. She stood waiting, and when he approached her, his hand moved to touch her breast.
Not to grab her, but merely to use his fingers to trace along the outline of her sheer bra. He took his time, touching unhurriedly. He stopped moving his fingers and left them resting on her. With a sign, he moved away. She heard him softly say "oh well" and wondered why he had not stayed to touch her more. She wanted that, needed that.
Janie began to walk around the store. She felt bolder now, but still tentative. Just how much could she really do today...how much of the fantasy she and Rob had discussed would come true?
She paused at a magazine rack. The covers featured lovely women in various positions. Some of the covers featured blatant sex, while other had the women exposing herself at one angle or another. She picked up one of the more explicit ones, one with a hard cock being sucked by a brunette, and began to leaf thru it.
As she stood there, the two men who had made comments about seeing her exposed pussy walked up. One stood on one side, one on the other.
"You are a sassy young thing," said one of the men. He reached over and took the magazine from her hands. He flipped to a page that showed the same brunette as on the cover, only now with two men...one in her mouth, the other with just the tip of his hard penis entering her pussy lips.
