by Sahara Kelly
The movie had fast-forwarded to a new scene. The fat man was drinking a beer, standing in front of the woman who was now on all fours. He downed the rest of the beer and held it to the camera.
“He’s not going to…oh, my God.” Steve walked out of the booth, hitting his head on the wooden doorframe that was clearly made for men shorter than him.
“How was it, man?” A skinny young lad stood outside, barely able to control his excitement. He looked like a regular.
“Great dude, just bring a beer with you.” He rubbed his head trying to ease the pain.
Steve looked for Lissa, but she wasn’t anywhere in sight. “Damn, I hate shopping. What a place to be stuck in.” Turning away from the booths, he found himself in front of a male nightmare.
The wall of proof that all men are not created equal.
In bright lights and displayed in spectacular fashion, there was a wall of vibrators and dildos. “Yikes!” Steve looked along the racks. There was every shape, size, color and flavor imaginable.
And he stood staring at them like an idiot.
An elderly woman slowly walked up to the rack and rubbed her chin, “Hmm. What do I need?” She turned to Steve and looked him up and down. “Young fella? Do you work here? I need a recommendation.”
“Uhh, no…I’m here with someone.” Steve was frozen.
“Well, thanks anyway. I’ll just get this one.” She reached out and grabbed a fourteen-inch, double-ended dildo with lifelike skin and vibrating action.
Stunned by the visual image, Steve was speechless.
He turned and kicked over an umbrella stand. “Oh, shit.” He stood it back up and started putting the umbrellas back when he realized they weren’t umbrellas.
“Holy fucking goddamn shit!” He straightened, holding a dildo that resembled a tree stump loosely in one hand.
Dumbfounded, he just stood there. “Hmm. I wonder…”
On the next rack was an assortment of leather and bondage items. And wouldn’t you know it, there was a soft ball-gag sitting, unwrapped, on the top shelf. It could have been one of those stress things that molded to a hand when not being shoved into somebody’s mouth.
“Perfect.” Steve picked it up and squeezed it.
“Game seven, bottom of the ninth inning and Steve Mitchell is at bat. Two outs, three balls, two strikes…” Steve tossed up the ball and swung the dildo like a baseball bat.
“It’s a home run!” He whacked it and the ball ricocheted off a wall and landed with a soggy thud against a man’s head.
“Whoops.” Steve dropped the dildo back into the rack and strolled away, innocently whistling.
~~~~~
Lissa gaped. She’d heard about these adult toy stores before, but this was the first time she’d actually been in one. There must have been a huge rise in the stock of some plastics companies, since there were more vibrators in more shapes, sizes and colors than she’d ever imagined.
Everything from “Beginner” to “Jumbo Stud” was racked up in front of her, enticing her to touch them, marvel at them and wonder what the hell kind of woman used a “Jumbo Stud”. It had to be at least ten inches long and thicker around than her wrist. Yeeoooouch!
Then there were the multi-pronged jobs, offering stimulation of anywhere from one to three locations simultaneously. Some even had wiggly bits that moved.
“Go ahead, honey. You can touch. Turn them on if you want. These are our display models.” A friendly voice sent Lissa a foot in the air.
A matronly lady stood behind her, smiling companionably at her confusion. “You’ll find the price reflects the engineering complexity, of course.” She pulled a large knobbly one from the rack.
“Of course.” Lissa nodded, eyes glued to the blue monster.
“This one offers both anal and clitoral stimulation while penetrating to a greater depth and massaging the G-spot.” She turned it on and various appendages vibrated and waved like an alien with an epileptic fit.
Lissa tried hard to stop her eyes from crossing. “Ah. My goodness.”
“Yes, it is a bit much for those not used to it. Here…” She pulled down a vivid neon purple one that looked a little more—user-friendly. “Just a clit stimulator and simple penetration.”
“Well.” Lissa swallowed. “There we go.”
“Take your time, honey. Feel free to browse. Come see me if you have any questions. Oh, and you’ll find the butt plugs over there…” She pointed towards the back of the store. “And the jewelry is by the counter near the front.”
“Gosh, thanks.” Lissa struggled for words. “You have a lovely place here.”
“We like it. It gets busy at times, other times like now, it’s quiet.” She smiled and turned to leave. “Have fun. We take all major credit cards, in case you find something you like.”
“Um, thanks again.”
Lissa wandered the aisles, fascinated by the amazing amount and variety of sexual paraphernalia. It was certainly an eye-opener, and her brain started to whirl at the thought of what she could do with some of these things.
She caressed a set of fur-lined cuffs. These would look damned good on Steve. Wonder how he’d feel about being tied to the bed?
She pushed the thought away. That sort of experience required a lot of trust and she really hadn’t known him for long. Although if he wanted to tie her up…
A quicksilver pang of excitement shot through her. Jesus. He was getting to her more than she’d realized. This sooo wasn’t part of her plan. Resolutely she shoved the images to the back of her mind and returned to browsing the jewelry display.
Nipple beads, clamps and shields glittered next to clit clips and other decorations, all of which looked rather uncomfortable to say the least. Lissa raised one eyebrow at the leather collar that was festooned with spikes and apparently came with its own leash. Uh-uh. Not into that scene.
There were racks of videos and DVDs, from the instructional to the sensational. Since she had no desire to try nude Tai Chi, or find out the Ranch Hand’s Secret, she passed on those.
She also passed on the anal beads. There were things that appealed to her and things that didn’t. She’d often held back the urge to tell someone to shove something up their ass, but it was a metaphorical expression. When it came to the real McCoy, she was—reluctant, to say the least.
“Okay. Pass on the bondage stuff, pass on the anal stuff. No clamps or beads. Which brings us back to these bad boys.”
Once again she stood in front of the rack of vibrators. And luckily Steve was nowhere in sight.
“Excuse me.”
Lissa jumped again. I wish people would stop sneaking up on me when I’m looking at goddamned vibrators!
“I couldn’t help noticing your interest. I have quite a few of these models. Can I be of any help?”
The woman was very attractive—blonde in a subtle sort of way that suggested it could well be her natural color. She wore a perfectly tailored suit, and a blouse that shrieked “designer” in its simplicity.
“My name is Jennifer. You must be new in town.”
“Hi. I’m Lissa.” She smiled. “We’re just passing through, as a matter of fact. But this store…well, I had to check it out.”
Jennifer smiled back warmly. “I understand, believe me.” She turned to the display. “So many choices—it’s confusing, isn’t it?”
There was something charming about her, openly friendly, and Lissa felt at ease right away. “It sure is. I mean I’ve used a vibrator of course, but I had no idea there was such a variety.”
“Ever tried one of these?” Jennifer pulled down a naturally shaped device, featuring one small jutting prong.
“No. Any good?” Lissa watched as Jennifer turned the base and activated the little battery-driven motor. The small extrusion shivered daintily.
Jennifer grinned conspiratorially. “One of the best. As long as you get the angle right. Look…you seem interested. Would you like a demonstration?”
“On me?” Lis
sa squeaked and backed away.
“No dear, not you. On me. At least until we know each other better.” Jennifer laughed.
“Huh?”
Lissa found her arm in Jennifer’s hand as she pulled her past the counter. “Millie, I’m going to borrow your back room for a bit.”
“Okay, dear. Have fun.” The owner barely looked their way.
Lissa blinked. “You know her?”
“Oh, yeah. I shop here a lot. I would say I’m probably her best customer, all things considered.” She led Lissa through a draped-off doorway and into a small room where boxes were stacked and one barstool stood silently in a corner.
“Now.” Jennifer put down her bag and began to slide the skirt of her suit up over her thighs. “Let me show you how to use this one to its best advantage.”
“Uh…” Lissa gulped. Someone she’d just met was about to get off with a vibrator in front of her. She should be screaming and running as fast as she could. This was just a hair shy of perversion.
And yet—was it? Could this fall under the heading of “woman-to-woman” educational instruction? And wasn’t this the exact sort of experience Lissa had run away to find? She squared her shoulders.
Yes. This was it. The wild, the crazy, the sexually adventurous.
Steve, the bar, these toys, this woman—Jennifer—they were all part and parcel of what Lissa was looking for.
She settled herself on the edge of a stack of boxes. “Go for it.”
And go for it Jennifer did. Without hesitation, she pulled her skirt to her waist, exposing a complete and total lack of panties. She leaned back onto the barstool and looked at Lissa.
“Now. The important thing to remember is that this is designed to give you pleasure. At your own pace, fitting your own body. Arousal is key here.” Jennifer turned the vibrator on to a low hum. “I find a light touch on the clit to start with usually works best.”
She held the vibrator loosely in one hand, just brushing her clit with it in a gentle back and forth rolling motion.
Lissa blinked. And stared for all she was worth.
“Oh, yes.” Jennifer’s eyes closed. “Nice. I love that light tickle. Starts the body’s response…” She moved her hand a little. “Umm. Yeah.”
Lissa swallowed, afraid to breathe, afraid to move. Jennifer’s long thighs were covered by black, sheer stockings, held up by tiny garter straps that crossed over her white skin to a lacy belt above.
Her pussy was bald, shaved or waxed or mowed—whatever some women did to get that smooth and bump-free surface. Satin skin that was beginning to gleam as she gently spread her increasing moisture over herself.
“Once the arousal starts, then you will be ready to go further.” Jennifer’s matter-of-fact narration was in direct contrast to the flush spreading across her face and the widening of her thighs.
How the hell can she stay so focused?
“You see this little nubbin here?” Jennifer was staring at Lissa and pointing to the small protrusion on the vibrator.
Lissa jumped a little. “Oh, yes…yes, I see it.”
“You need to make sure that when you insert it, that finger touches your clit. Or at least that spot around your clit that brings you the most pleasure.”
“I see.” Lissa had the weirdest urge to take notes. Christ, is there gonna be a quiz later?
Jennifer spread her legs wider and inserted the vibrator, perfectly matching the angle to her body.
Hell, she’s done this before. Quite a few times, too, by the looks of things.
“Mmmm.” She closed her eyes again and her free hand crept to her jacket and blouse, unfastening both. “Excuse me, but I prefer nipple stimulation at about this point…”
“Sure. Go right ahead.” Lissa squirmed as the vibrator sank deeply into Jennifer’s body, past pink and swollen pussy lips and through her juices, which gleamed in the light of the small room.
A moan of pleasure followed. That must be the nipple stimulation.
In spite of herself, Lissa couldn’t help a feeling of arousal tingling through her own body. It was extraordinarily erotic, this voyeuristic experience, and while she’d never have considered such a thing, it was turning out to be…interesting. To say the least.
“Notice how the vibrator is placed exactly where it will give me most pleasure?” Jennifer was getting a little breathless now.
“Yes,” Lissa whispered, afraid to break this sensual spell.
“It never fails to make me come.”
Jennifer’s body arched and her head lolled back. The vibrator buzzed softly and other than the sound of panting breaths, the room was silent.
Lissa was transfixed by the sight of another woman reaching the throes of orgasm. She’d never seen anything quite like it.
“Oh, God…” Jennifer sobbed and her body jerked, hips writhing on the stool and vibrator clenched deeply within her.
Lissa could see the handle moving as Jennifer’s muscles spasmed around it, pulling at it and shuddering as her muscles clamped, released and clamped again.
Finally, with a sigh, Jennifer removed the vibrator, delicately easing it from between her thighs. “Oh, wow. That was quite wonderful. I really do recommend this model.”
Lissa struggled to get her voice back. “It certainly seems to work well.” What else to say? Nice orgasm? “Come” here often?
She looked away as Jennifer tidied herself up with tissues and rebuttoned her blouse. “So. What do you think?”
Lissa met her gaze. “I…uh…”
“Shocked?”
“Oh, no.” Lissa shook her head. “Absolutely not. I’m impressed, if you want to know the truth.”
Jennifer stood. “Impressed? With what?”
Lissa waved her hands. “With…this, with your—your freedom. How comfortable you are with your own sexuality. And in front of a stranger, too.”
Her words brought a light laugh. “Strangers are only friends we haven’t met yet. I truly believe that. And I have a feeling you and I could be friends.”
Lissa nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Look.” Jennifer delved into her purse. “If you’re serious about enjoying my freedom, and you’d like to explore some of your own, here’s my address.” She passed a card to Lissa. “I’m having one of my parties tomorrow night.”
“Oh. Wow.” Lissa took the card in nerveless fingers. Life sure took some unexpected turns at times.
“A bunch of good friends, plenty of good food and drinks, and you can check your inhibitions at the door along with your clothes.” She grinned. “If you want. No obligations, of course.”
“Um…” Lissa gestured towards the store with one hand. “I’m sort of with somebody… He’s helped me with car stuff. And things…”
A loud thunk echoed through the small room, scaring both women. “What the hell was that? Sounded like something hitting the wall!”
“I’d better get going,” said Lissa. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“The more the merrier, as far as I’m concerned.” Jennifer walked to the curtain. “We don’t violate any state laws. We’re consenting adults. We welcome new friends who are interested and discreet. We don’t allow drugs or violence. Nobody gets hurt, everybody has fun.”
She picked up the vibrator. “I must give this to Millie. They’re dishwasher-safe, you know.”
“Really?”
“Yep. You should see my housekeeper’s face the morning after one of our parties. The top rack is full of ‘em.” She laughed. “Please come. I think you’d enjoy it.”
“Thanks, Jennifer. Maybe we will.” Lissa turned the card over in her hand as Jennifer left, the curtain swishing back into place behind her.
Well, well, well. This really could be interesting. An honest-to-God sex party.
I wonder if Steve will be up for it.
Having made her final selection, a modest vibrator, Lissa headed for the checkout counter and looked around for Steve. As is typical when shopping with a man, he w
asn’t anywhere in sight.
She smiled at Millie as the woman wrapped her purchase. “Thanks. Say, have you seen a tall man, dark hair, jeans? I came in here with him and now I’ve lost him.”
“Oh, him? Yes, he went outside.” Millie grimaced. “He was screwing around and we asked him to leave. You know what he did? He—”
Lissa sighed. “I don’t wanna know. I’m sorry…he’s just a big kid stuck in a beefcake’s body.” She took her package from Millie. “Aren’t they all?”
Typical. You can dress ‘em up, but you can’t take ‘em anywhere.
Checking up and down the street, she saw Steve looking into the window next door to the toy shop. She tapped him on the shoulder. “What did you do?”
“It wasn’t my fault. I was just looking around. You know they have dildos the size of my damn arm in there? Jesus H, it’s scary.” Steve walked her to the truck.
“I met an interesting woman. She was very—how can I put it—open.” Lissa fingered the card Jennifer had given her.
“Yeah? Cool.” Steve was far more interested in Lissa’s discreet blue paper bag. “Soooo, what did you get? Show me?”
“Maybe. Food first. I’m hungry.”
Chapter Six
The truck bumped into the rest area, jostling Lissa as she grabbed onto their food.
Steve parked near the trailer and looked around. “Hey, let’s eat outside. It’s warm enough.” He headed for the picnic table conveniently set on the grass.
And he was right. It was warm now, the sun getting lower in the sky as evening approached. The snow had almost all melted and the wooden table looked pretty dry.
Lissa put the bags on the table. “It’s been quite a while since I ate at a table like this.” She laughed. “Last time, I think my parents nagged me about getting splinters in my ass and not messing up my shoes.”
Steve opened the bags and spread the food out. His two giant burgers appeared, along with a mountain of fries he dumped from his triple order and even more bags of ketchup. He ripped one open with his teeth, and squirted it onto one of the containers.
“Lissa.”