Elizabeth and I have been dating about four months, long enough to have a really good read on each other both emotionally and sexually, yet everything is still new and fresh enough that the time we spend together is always like a new adventure.
Right from the outset it was obvious that our sex life was going to be anything but vanilla. Half an hour into our first date she was on her knees looking up at me with her beautiful "fuck me" eyes, my thick 8 inches buried deep in her throat. Clearly I was in for a relationship that I'd never experienced in my 38 years of life.
Of course, no relationship is ever perfect, and ours has some minor speed bumps that we have to navigate around. First and foremost, Elizabeth is 22 and a senior at a major university about an hour's drive from here. Since she has school full-time and I put in a solid 40 hour week at work, we don't get to see each other nearly as often as we would like to.
Like many coeds, she has spent a good part of her time on her own experimenting sexually. She has delighted in relating to me the tales of her exploits, from the German businessman she fucked immediately after meeting him at a gas station to the married couple she met online that she spent many hours and many different positions with. She still catches her breath when she tells me how the husband came all over her pretty face, then the wife kissed and licked her face clean.
Now that we were dating exclusively, she was torn between her feelings for me and her desire not to do anything to hurt me or our relationship, and her strong sex drive that our every-other weekend encounters were having a hard time satisfying.
As you could imagine, a pretty girl with a libido that runs rampant has no problem meeting horny guys on a college campus, and she always goes out of her way to read me the e-mails and text messages that she gets almost daily from past encounters looking to reconnect or new men that she's met in class or at parties looking for a typical college one-night stand. She's also made it clear that if it weren't for me and her feelings for me, she would have taken advantage of several of these opportunities.
I'm proud of her and her loyalty, but I'm also keenly aware that at some point her libido, probably fueled by a good amount of booze at one of those omnipresent college parties, was probably going to get the best of her and she'd be on her knees swallowing the cum from some frat boy who found himself in the right place at the right time. I decided that there had to be a compromise we could work out; some kind of grey area that would keep us both happy sexually and keep our relationship intact. The only problem was how to get her into the idea.
During a recent rendezvous, I mentioned to Elizabeth that on the way to her place I passed a new adult bookstore/boutique called Shenanigans right off the highway and that on her next weekend at my place we should go and check it out. Elizabeth, good little freak that she is, took no convincing at all and a couple of weekends later there we were, surrounded by dozens of toys and accessories and hundreds, if not thousands of DVDs for sale.
The door had barely closed behind us when Elizabeth whispered to me "Holy shit! Look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start!" I was a bit overwhelmed myself, so I wasn't much help to her. We decided to start in the nearest aisle of DVDs. All the movies were arranged by category, and the shelves nearest to the door were filled with all amateur DVDs. We started flipping through them, just browsing along to see if anything caught our eye, when I heard Elizabeth gasp a bit, then let out a sheepish giggle.
"Baby," she whispered, "look at this one." She handed me a movie called "Amateur Threesomes." The pictures on the back were pretty diverse, but all had the same theme; regular couples who had brought a third party into the bedroom. "Wow! This is so hot, baby! And they're all normal-looking people just like us! This girl here has big, real boobs like mine!" Her last comment was a little louder than everything else she had said. Chalk it up to excitement I guess. It sure got my attention, and I noticed that some of the other guys in the store had popped their heads up from their own browsing to look our way. Elizabeth also noticed and got a little sheepish.
"Honey, all those guys just totally checked me out."
"Probably making sure you could back up your claim" I told her. "They wanted to see if your tits were porno material." Elizabeth's outfit, like most of her wardrobe, made it plainly clear that they were, as her loose-flowing top provided a great view of her cleavage to anyone who bothered to look. Her skirt left a little more to the imagination, coming down to about 4 inches above the knee. In the summer, she was definitely not a jeans girl, and I was just fine with that, as it made some of our more spontaneous encounters with each other a little easier to pull off.
We poked around the store for another half hour or so, checking out all the different items in stock. We came across a pair of handcuffs covered in pink feathers. Elizabeth mentioned that, despite all her experiences sexually, she'd never been handcuffed before. Honestly, it caught me a bit off guard and I kind of jerked my head over to look at her.
"Seriously," she said. "It's never happened."
"Never? Cute little submissive like you has never been handcuffed before?"
"Not a once." She bit her lower lip lightly, which was always one of the first signs of arousal. "Not yet anyway." She gave me a little wink and started walking back toward the DVDs, making sure to wiggle her ass a bit in front of me. I made a mental note of where the cuffs were displayed, as I figured we'd venture back there at some point, and followed her.
The guys behind the counter noticed the wiggle too, and their eyes were glued to her ass as she strutted by. One of them was a taller gentleman in his early 40's and well-dressed, probably the manager of the store. The other was all of 18 or so. He barely looked old enough to shop there, much less get a check every two weeks. He seemed new, as the other guy had been going over a lot of things with him while we browsed. He seemed a little demure, like maybe this was his first job. I chuckled to myself when I pictured this kid trying to sell some bondage gear or a butt plug to someone. He looked way out of his element.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth had meandered back to the amateur DVDs. By this time we were the only 2 people in the shop that didn't work there. I slid over next to her and playfully gave her ass a little squeeze. She responded by shooting me a look of mock anger and giving me a bit of an elbow in the ribs. "Everyone's gonna see us," she whispered. "And Doogie Howser behind the counter barely seems old enough to look. Hands off 'til we get home Mister. Or at least until we get to the car."
"I don't know if you've noticed or not," I said. " But the 'everyone' you're talking about are just Doogie and his boss, and they can't see behind these shelves from where they're standing." I whipped my hand up her skirt quickly and rubbed my index finger across the crotch of her panties. She moaned slightly for the briefest of seconds, then shooed me back again.
"Dammit Michael! They have cameras all over this place! I want to watch a porno later, not act in one now!" I laughed quietly and snuggled up behind her and put my arms around her waist, putting my lips a couple inches from her ear lobe.
"You wouldn't want those guys watching us as I slide my big cock deep inside you? No exhibitionist streak in you tonight Hon?"
She leaned her head back onto my chest and looked up at me. "You know I always have a little bit of exhibitionist in me baby. You didn't think I wiggled my ass just for your benefit did you?"
"Wanted to give the kid a little something to stroke to later, my dear?" Elizabeth laughed out loud this time, causing both the employees to look at us abruptly. She caught sight of them and laughed at the disruption she'd caused, then turned her attention back to me.
"I'm sure he has enough here to fill up his head with some very interesting visuals. Probably more than he can handle. I did it more for the older guy. You know he's more my type anyway. Little boys just don't trip my trigger." Truer words were never spoken, and it reminded me how grateful I was that this hot little coed liked older guys, otherwise we never would have met.