The Store-Part 2
By Lyn
Another trip to the adult store has got my nerves
shot. Remembering how embarrassing the
last trip was is the main cause for that.
The nervousness mixes with excitement at this time getting a riding crop
for Michael to use between my spread legs.
This idea is an immediate turn-on.
The butt plug I’m to get leaves me feeling VERY uneasy. I just don’t know about that one.
As I get dressed to leave, again wearing no bra,
the cotton of my tank top rubs my nipples so deliciously. I love the feeling… when I’m not in
public. I can’t help but feel so exposed
with hard nipples poking my shirt out, visible to anyone that looks. At least I’m comfortable wearing sandals and
shorts. The constant stimulation of the
cotton against my sensitive nipples when I walk arouses me before I even leave
my house.
Leaving my house to get in my car, it’s a small
blessing that my neighbor isn’t home.
Thank goodness. I avoided him for
as long as possible after the lewd looks I got from him last time he saw me
without a bra. The entire drive to the
store has me wondering how it’s going to go this time. I know there’s no sense in hoping that same
clerk isn’t there, didn’t help last time.
I’m so nervous by the time I pull into the parking spot, I’m almost
shaking.
Walking into the store, it’s very quiet and
instantly I realize it’s very cold.
They’re easy to find and there are so many different
kinds of whips, floggers and riding crops.
I’m absorbed in my thoughts of what can be done with these and starting
to feel the familiar wetness in my panties when the clerk walks up and says Hi. He starts usual chit chat about the weather
and what a nice day it is and I start to relax and feel comfortable just
chatting with him about nothing in particular.
In the middle of our conversation we hear “Hey John, the new shipment
has come in and I’ve entered it into inventory and it’s ready for you to
stock…” come from someone entering the store from the room behind the
counter. He walks to us and John says to
him “I’ll be right there”. I look around
‘John’ and make eye contact with, of course, the clerk I’ve dealt with
before. Just great. He holds eye contact with me until he reaches
us and my face is on fire. “Hi Lyn.” he
says with a smile. “Uh, hi.” I manage to
say, smiling hesitantly, immediately wondering how he knows my name. “I’ve got this one John, Lyn and I are old friends, I’ll help her out while you put up the
stock.” Oh God. “Oh, sure, ok then. You’re in good hands.” he
says to me before he walks away smiling.
“Thanks.” I hear myself say to him distracted with wondering how I’m
going to get through with this.
It’s bad enough knowing what I’m supposed to do
here but damn, I was lulled into such a relief at not seeing this guy and
dealing with someone new that it’s almost worse now. If that’s even possible. John walks off leaving us alone. “How have you been?” “How do you know my
name?” we say at the same time. He
grins. I smile, trying to relax. My but
its cold in here, and his eyes have traveled to take in my hard nipples while
he waits for my response. When his eyes
reach mine again, burning a path up my chest I tell him I’ve been fine and end
automatically with “and you?” “Oh, my
day’s getting much better it seems.” And
there’s that sly grin and cocked eyebrow.
Trying to delay the inevitable conversation
regarding my reasons for visiting again, I say: “Well, you seem to know my
name, what’s yours?” I’m feeling the
need to level the playing field somewhat.
He responds with “Now, that doesn’t matter, does it, Lyn?” as his eyes
deliberately linger back down to my now aching pointed nipples. He’s trying to
make me squirm! It’s working. I shift my stance as my wetness
increases. His bold gaze at my very
erect tips turns me on and I can’t seem to control my body’s responses. It does nothing but make me squirm more. He has to know the effect he’s having.
“Haven’t seen you in a few weeks, how did you like
the probe?” This guy simply remembers
too much too well. I’m burning with
embarrassment and can’t seem to meet his unrelenting gaze which seems to just make
it worse. It almost feels as though this
guy knows the role he’s playing in our games, but that couldn’t be, could
it?
Knowing what I’m supposed to tell him, I say: “I
liked it, it made me cum hard. It was a
bit uncomfortable, especially the deeper it went.” His face hides none of his amusement and my
embarrassment burns through me as I continue.
“Michael made me squeeze it with my muscles as it was being pulled out
and it burned so badly. He really
enjoyed using it on me.” Was there a
hole anywhere on earth for me to crawl in and just die? He laughs to himself as he says “I have no
doubt he enjoyed it. Tell me, did the
vibrations send shivers through your body?
The area there is so sensitive to stimulation and the vibrations of that
probe are perfect for it.” Good God!
This man is a stranger and his words are turning me on, his eyes staring into
mine like he can see the effect this is having on me and enjoying it. My panties are so wet at the thoughts of the
probe and having to tell this guy about something so intimate; my nipples are
straining painfully against my shirt.
Why is he playing along? Why
couldn’t he have left me with ‘John’?
“Yes, I was so turned on that when the tip of it touched me there it
made me cum instantly and I wasn’t supposed to yet but I couldn’t help
it.”
His eyes flash as the smirk spread across his
face. Yep, he has our game down now for
certain. If he was unsure before, he
definitely knows now. I am so completely
humiliated by this whole conversation and so undeniably aroused at the same
time. I can’t look at his knowing smile
any more; I’m so on fire with embarrassment and arousal mixing. “It’s not good to cum when you’re not
supposed to, but I imagine, Michael, was it?, really
enjoyed watching your reaction.” Still
looking away from him I say “I know, but yes, he did.” He says, “You know, Lyn, I think I’d like for
you to look me in the eyes when we’re talking.
I enjoy watching your embarrassment play in your eyes. You’re embarrassed aren’t you?” He leans his head down and over to make eye
contact with me and stands back up as he takes my gaze with him. Good God, is this really happening? I’m sure
the shock in my face at his statements was blatantly obvious but knowing that
you’d enjoy this entire conversation, I continue to play it out. It was hard but I looked him in the eyes, my
entire body drawn tight by my nerves, I’m so wet and my nipples are so hard and
tingling, wanting to be touched. I can’t
believe he’s playing into this, I never would have guessed this would go so
far. “Yes, I’m embarrassed, I don’t like
having this conversation with you but Michael likes it and he wanted it.” I say to him.
He does his wicked little laugh as I watch his eyes travel down to my
very pointed nipples, “Your body says differently.” I say nothing but look at him with burning
humiliation. How can I argue with
that? He’s right. God I’m so wet, I’m surprised its not running
down my legs at this point.
“So.
Lyn. What does Michael want you
to get today?”
“I’m supposed to get a butt plug. He says I’m going to wear it for a couple of
hours to get me used to it.” I say looking apprehensively over at them on the
side wall. He follows my gaze then looks
back at me. “Get you used to what?”
Do I really have to spell it out?? I was hoping not to. “Having something bigger inside me.” I mumble
still looking at them lined so neatly on the wall.
“I believe I asked you to look at me when we’re
talking, didn’t I?” Looking back at him
“Yes.” is all I can say. He’s very good
at this and I find myself reevaluating my initial impression of him. “You don’t want to disappoint Michael now do
you? Somehow I think I know just what
he’s after sending you in here instead of coming in himself for this stuff.” I think to tell him how far away you actually
are but somehow I don’t think it really matters at this point.
“Now, what did you say?” Boy he just perfects that all knowing
look. “I said: He wants me to get used
to having something bigger inside of me.”
“Ah, ok.
Then I take it you’ve never used one before.” He motions towards the wall inviting me to
walk ahead of him to look at them. I
step forward and walk towards the wall, swearing I can feel him staring at my
ass. “You’re going to want something not
too big and unyielding. Yet. I’d recommend starting with this one. Its small but will still fill huge in your
tight little ass and it’s made out of a flexible material so it’s not entirely
unyielding.” He pulls one down off the
shelf as I’m dying at his words. My
pussy is throbbing and aching with as aroused as I am. I’m shocked that this stranger is talking to
me this way but at the same time it’s such a turn on. I don’t think I’ve stopped blushing since he
walked up to me. My entire body feels
like it’s on fire. As I look over the
packaging he continues, “You’re going to feel so full, you’ll beg for him to
let you take it out but you’ll scream when he does.”
I need to get out of this store before I cum right there.
At my stunned expression, he just laughs. “So is there anything else I can help you
with?” How I want badly to say no and
just leave.
“Yes, I’m supposed to get a riding crop too.” I
whisper. He lifts his one eyebrow,
smiles and points back to where we were earlier. He takes one off the rack and runs his hand down
it to the little leather piece on the end.
Taking one end in each hand he bends it slightly while watching me. When he hands it to me, I feel the weight of
it and instantly I wonder at how it would feel to strike my tender skin. I’m certain he can read my thoughts. That all-too-knowing smile is back in place
when he says “It’s very good for spanking someone’s ass while you’re riding
them hard. I have one of these too.”
Am I in a dream??
Remembering what you wanted me to tell him, I say “Well, I want to use
it between my legs.” As soon as it’s out
of my mouth I look away, so totally embarrassed and in need of escape it’s
humming through my body, my pussy is drenched from the thoughts of being
spanked there. I shift my stance again
trying to alleviate the pressure building between my legs.
His laugh is wicked and loud and he’s thoroughly
enjoying this. A customer nearby looks
over at us and I’m burning red. I take
the two items and start to walk past him towards the counter at the front of
the store. I make it to the counter and
am standing there waiting for him to come around to ring this purchase up when
I feel him stop behind me. He leans down
and whispers in my ear “I bet your little cunt is throbbing and dripping wet
right now. That’s the best time to spank
a spread pussy is when it’s like that. I
hope Michael likes the story you’ll have to tell him when you get home.” I want to die and I want to cum badly in the
same moment.
He walks around to the counter and without another comment begins to ring me
up. Another customer steps up in line
beside me and as the clerk hands me back my card he says “Thanks for shopping
with us…” glances at my card…”Lyn. Enjoy
your purchases.”
So that’s how he knows my name. Of course.
I mutter an extremely embarrassed thanks and walk
out.
Not The End