She couldn't believe they were actually there. Annabel Murray had been dating Nicolas Hames for several months and so far their relationship had remained pretty much plain vanilla. Sure, they had sex a couple times a week, but that had remained pretty much plain vanilla. Mostly missionary, with doggie here and there, but nothing kinky. He loved it when she wore revealing clothes while on a date, but so far that had involved tight blouses and short skirts, with a little cleavage thrown in. Pretty much plain vanilla.
Every once in a while, she was tempted to do more but something always held her back. Nick always responded well to her exhibitionism, but he didn't really encourage her to show more, or especially to do more. They frequently went to movies and used the dark theater to cover touching each other's bodies, and she had even taken his cock out while they were driving and given him a handjob, but it was still plain vanilla. She never told him about some of her fantasies, and he shared only a little about his. So far, their dating life had been great, but still plain vanilla. Hell, they had only watched porn together twice in the months they had been going out.
So, when Nick suggested they visit an adult video store to pick out a couple of videos to watch together, it surprised her. It didn't shock her, but it was clearly the most sexually adventurous thing they had done together. And she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. As he held the door open for her, her heart began to pound. She wasn't sure if it was out of fear or excitement, but she was quite sure her heart was pounding. She absentmindedly put her hand over her heart as if to slow it down and her fingers somehow managed to slip inside her blouse.
Annabel had worn a simple button-down blouse, light blue to contrast with her dark blue skirt. The skirt wasn't too short, but it was still short enough for her to flash some leg for Nick when they were in the car. And she had unbuttoned the top three buttons just for Nick because she knew he loved it when she was showing some cleavage. She had to grin when he turned to smile at her and his eyes dropped to the tit flesh she was showing.
The video store was much larger than she expected, although she had never been to an adult video store so she really didn't know what to expect. And she was quite surprised that it had a huge selection of products for sale besides videos. She had been to the adult section of the neighborhood video store twice with Nick, but it was a small room at the back of the video store, and it had only DVDs for rent. This place had clothes and DVDs and a huge selection of sex toys, all openly displayed. And there were a couple dozen men and another eight or ten couples there, all openly exploring the adult products for sale.
Annabel was embarrassed every time one of the customers made eye contact with her, which happened often because the store was crowded, and she was scared to death that she would see someone she knew. She grew up in a very conservative home where sex wasn't even discussed, and even when she was in college she was convinced that she knew less about sex than any of her friends. She had given handjobs to maybe half a dozen of her fellow students, and had been all but raped by three boys in her senior year, so she was quite inexperienced when she met Nick at her first job right out of college. Well, technically, she had been a waitress at a couple places right out of college, but this was her first real job where she could use her degree in business and accounting.
Annabel was a secretary in a large accounting firm and Nick was an accountant. He was one of the four accountants she did typing and filing and research for, and he seemed nice enough when she started working there. It took almost three months before he asked her out and he was quiet and polite on their first date. But when he asked her out a second time, he loosened up, showing himself to be fun and funny and even a little spontaneous. She began to enjoy her time with him and looked forward to him asking her out again, which he did once a week from that point on.
While he kissed her on the cheek at the end of the first date, he actually kissed her on the lips at the end of the second date. But he surprised her on the third date, when he began making out with her. They must have spent half an hour making out on his couch, totally ignoring the movie they had been watching. She even let him feel her up for a few minutes, and was amazed at how excited that made her feel. So excited, in fact, that she masturbated when she got home, something that she did very seldom. But that date changed things and they began planning their dates to allow time to make out, and it took only one more date before she let him make love to her. And once that genie was let out of the bottle, she became insistent that they make love on every date.
And then it finally happened. On their eighth date, she stayed the night with him, and they made love three times. And at breakfast that morning, she gave her first blowjob. She felt like she hadn't done a good job, but he was very encouraging, making a lot of noses before he came and offering her a lot of encouragement after he came. And she discovered that she actually liked cum. Well, his cum, anyway, since his was the only cum she had tasted.
So Annabel was twenty-four when she first spent the night with a man, and when she gave her first blowjob. And she finally felt like she was a real woman. She knew she wasn't as experienced as most of her friends, but she also knew she was experienced, and that gave her ego a huge boost when she was around her friends. She no longer felt like she had to apologize for her lack of experience. Spending the night with a man seemed to affect her a lot more than losing her virginity, and it showed in her confidence. She was careful to hide her new-found confidence while at the office because management frowned on employee relationships, but before and after work, she stood straighter and walked taller. And she started to dress a lot sexier when they went out on dates.
Annabel knew she was attractive. Back in high school, when she started developing boobs, the boys were always after her for dates. And in college, the boys were always after her for sex. She was six inches taller than five feet, and she was a slender one hundred and thirty pounds. She had sandy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was a large C-Cup or a small D-Cup, depending on the day of the month, and her boobs were attention-getters. But what really stood out, and what really got a lot of attention for her, were her nipples. They always seemed to stand out large and hard. In fact, she had to wear special inserts in her bras to hide them, which seemed to be a requirement in the office. She had made the mistake of not wearing one of those special inserts in her bra on the day she interviewed for her current job, and the Director of Human Resources had spoken to her about her nipples. The woman seemed convinced that the men in the company could not control themselves, and they would offend her every day with sexually-harassing comments if she showed her nipples at the office. So she was required to hide her nipples at the office if she wanted the job. And she really needed the job, or at least the paycheck, so she made sure her wardrobe hid her nipples.
So, Annabel lived a plain vanilla life and, so far, dating Nick hadn't done much to change that.
And now they were standing in a huge store with thousands of sex products on display, and dozens of people looking at the products, and at her nipples while she was looking at the products. Annabel decided that this was not plain vanilla.
"Nick, what in the world is this for?" Annabel was looking at what seemed to be a large raccoon tail attached to a steel teardrop. Nick grinned at her.
"That is a butt-plug." She stared at him, her eyes getting wide.
"You mean, the steel part goes in your anus and the tail hangs out?" She seemed embarrassed as she said that and his grin got wider.
"No, I mean the steel part goes in YOUR anus and the tail hangs out." He locked eyes with her and she inhaled deeply.
"Not in my anus! That hole is exit-only!" She replied with feeling, but then she grinned hesitantly.
"Seriously? People actually wear these things? How would they hide the tail?" He grinned even wider.
"They don't." He paused to let her imagination run for a moment, and she opened her mouth as if to say something but nothing came out.
"So, I take it you have never worn a buttplug?" He looked at her with a curious expression as she shook her head negatively. And then her expression softened a little, as if she was considering it.
"Never. I mean, wouldn't that be terribly uncomfortable?"
"Not at all. In fact, I am wearing one now." The comment came from behind them and Annabel spun around, embarrassed that she had been overheard. Behind her stood a beautiful woman about ten years older than her, wearing a tanktop that showed lots of sideboob, and a short skirt. The woman locked eyes with Annabel and gave her a sexy smile.
"Wanna see?" The woman didn't wait for an answer, but turned around and bent over at the waist, flipping up her skirt to show her ass. She wore no panties and Annabel was shocked to see a silver ring surrounding what looked like a huge emerald more than an inch in diameter seemingly stuck in her ass. Annabel gasped quietly, both at the thing in her ass and at the fact that she so willingly showed it off. Still bent over, the woman continued speaking.
"Once you get used to it, it actually feels good. A real turn-on. And my boyfriend loves it." A man a few feet away moved closer and spoke.
"What do I love, honey?" The woman stood up and smiled at him.
"I was telling her that you like my buttplug." He grinned widely.
"Oh, hell yes. All of them." Annabel found herself interested in his reply, and asked a question without thinking about it first.
