I don’t know what the rules are on ST about naming stores, so let me just say that this was in one of a well known chain of stores here in the U.K., maybe if I use the initials that will be ok? If not, the editors will change it. The store was a branch of AS. (Editor's note: Yes, "AS" is fine. A clean, well-lighted place: nothing dodgy about those shops at all. Nice touch, that!)
So, I’m in the store, looking at some of the clothing. Most of it is about as erotic as a car tyre, looking cheap and nasty, but towards the back there was some far more sophisticated stuff. That’s also where they keep the erotic books, videos and sex aids. For a while now, I’ve been thinking about anal beads. They had various sets there in various uses ranging from “mmmm” to “fucking HELL”. I had spent some time looking at them, vibrating, non vibrating, large, small, medium, and I hadn’t noticed a guy looking at some of the literature near me. Well, I was turned on, of course, thinking about what I’d be doing with these beads later, so my cunny was already wet and looking forward to being played with later. (I'd decided to have the beads in my bum, and a vibe in my cunny and get that “both holes” feel.) Anyway, get to the point, Becky, I hadn’t realised how close I was standing to this guy, and I was sideways on to him, very close. The hand he was holding the book in was furthest from me, and if I had moved forward, even a little, his free hand would have brushed my lower tummy. Naturally, being the dirty cow I can be, I moved! His hand brushed against my mound through my skirt and it sent a shiver through me. Thing is, he didn’t move his hand away. If anything, he held it there firmly. I pressed forward again, and again, he made sure his hand didn’t move. I risked a glance towards him, and the front of the store. The two assistants were chatting way over by the tills, and we couldn’t really be seen anyway. Then I just broke a smile at this guy. One of those smiles that says a lot. Soon, he had the flat of his hand rubbing my mound, and soon after than he had his hand under my skirt. Oh WHY did I wear panties and tights today! Still, the lack of direct contact was nice too, and he must have had incredibly sensitive fingers, because he found my hard little nun even through the material. I just let him rub me until, with a long gasp, I came softly into my underwear. A slight change of position, and another check to make sure a) the assistants hadn’t moved and b) we weren’t in shot of any cameras, and I returned the favour, but rubbing a guy through his trousers doesn’t really work, so I unzipped him and got it out. I can’t say he was huge, by any standard, but it felt daring and that was enough. I wanked him for a few minutes until he pulled an immaculately white handkerchief from his pocket and came into that. Mmmm. I so love the smell (and taste) of fresh sperm. Nothing left to do but give him a weak, rather pathetic smile and we went our separate ways. At the till, I paid for my anal beads (and some lubricant) and one of the girls said “Oh, you’ll enjoy these! I’ve got some, they’re amazing.” This gave me a lovely image of this twenty-something year old with a set of these up her bum ... masturbatory image there for sure. By the time I got back to campus, my cunny was so wet! Oh, by the way.....the beads are WAY better than I expected!
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