Emily and Jeff were hanging out in the aisle, killing time as a few customers meandered amongst the hardware. It had been a slow morning and they had the chance to goof off. As usual, the conversation gravitated towards sex and they were standing near the table legs.
“I love this model of leg,” she said, awed, stroking the hanging wooden member with a single, slim finger. “I swear it looks just like a cock.” The table leg, at least the 4-8” models*, had alternating ridges and smooth patterns and ended in a round bulbous head. Jeff agreed.
“Yeah, it sure does.” His hand slipped to Emily’s waist.” Ever thought about taking one home? To test our products?” Emily was gymnast tiny with a rock hard little body and was tireless from Jeff’s experience. The thought of her working one or two of the wooden cocks was getting him hard right there in the store. She broke away from his grip.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said, smiling coyly, always the little tease. “If I did though, I’d take the eight-incher.” She leaned down, tossing a loose strand of hair over one ear and Jeff could smell her flowery perfume. He resisted the urge to slide his hands between her legs and make her squeal.
Emily picked the eight-inch leg and took a good close look at it. She closed her eyes and the head tipped towards her mouth. Jeff licked his own lips, in anticipation of what he thought she was going to do, but instead she just rolled it in her tiny hands, the cock twirling slowly in her grip. Jeff almost touched himself before realizing where he was and the resulting consequences of getting fired for jerking off in the store. Emily finished warming it up and pushed it down towards her denim clad legs, rolling it slowly across her thigh, then griping it firmly and running the tip down the inside of her thigh and then back up until she was pressing the head against her covered lips. She opened her eyes and as if nothing happened, she slid the leg back on the rack.
“Hmmm, I guess I’ll have to experiment with a few of them. For the good of the store.” With that, Emily turned on her heel and bounced off, knowing Jeff was boiling over inside. He followed her to the end of the aisle and watched her walk up to the manager, a big beefy guy named Sam. She was flirting with him now, tossing her hair and standing in that way that just made him hot, although he couldn’t put his finger on it. Like she was posing to give everyone the best view possible.
Jeff was startled by movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned quickly, just as a flutter of material disappeared down one of the aisles. He felt compelled to follow, to see who it was, but he waited instead, hanging back in the aisle he was in. Instead, he ran to the other side of the aisle, hanging his head out to see the person emerge from the aisle.
Jeff waited for what seemed like forever, his heart skipping and sweat beading on his brow. He was starting to think that his eyes were playing tricks on him, or that he was still coming down from Emily’s little act. He was going to have to ask her for a blow or something on the drive home; no problem, he knew she’d oblige him, and…
Then he saw her. She glided from the aisle into plain view. What he had seen was her diaphanous long skirt and blouse, all of which fluttered around her as if made from brightly colored butterflies. Jeff watched, rooted to the spot as she glided down the main aisle, noticing everything but him. Her form was lithe and slender, with small pert breasts poking regally against her flimsy dress. Her long delicate fingers traced over various tools and fittings, searching for something. She closed on his with long graceful strides, her hair billowing out behind her as if she was led by an undetected breeze, her tresses a fiery carrot orange color that contrasted against her milky, freckled skin. Her delicate little feet were clad in strappy sandals that made Jeff’s mouth water. She turned and disappeared down another aisle, swaying seductively out of sight.
Jeff was finally able to move, his feet no longer leaden and unresponsive. He licked his lips, trying to dispel the dryness in his mouth. Jeff turned in the direction she had gone, walked halfway up the aisle and stopped. She would pass by eventually and he would get a chance to see her again. He waited, his breath catching in his throat, and then there she was. This vision, swaddled in colorful nothing, glided into his sight in profile, her firm, heart-shaped buttocks thrusting out behind her and her proud bosom clearing her way before. She stopped and turned towards him, her eyes spying nothing in particular as she scanned the shelves and racks. Jeff stood transfixed, unable to act or flee as this goddess bore down on him in her casual way. No more than two feet from him, she stopped and only then did she look at him, her bright green eyes focusing sharply on him.
“C…can I help you?” he stammered, feeling like a total bug.
“I’m looking for something,” she said plainly, but her voice was filled with melodic birdsong. There was an uncomfortable silence as he struggled with whether or not to ask for details. He opened his mouth, to say something, anything to her now that she was here. She smelled of lilacs and his head was swimming with her scent and proximity. His mouth was completely dry now, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth and all he could do was gawk like an idiot. Breaking the tension, the woman almost mimicked him by opening her mouth widely in astonished joy. She stepped past him, her hands reaching out to the table legs on the wall further down the aisle. Her hands wrapped around the legs, one in each hand as she let out an ‘ohhhhh’ as if she were coddling a tiny fuzzy puppy. Her fingers curled around an eight-inch leg in her left hand and a four-inch leg in her right. She pulled the off the pegs with something akin to rapture and brought the longer of the two to her lips which were colored in fiery simulation to her hair. She pressed the eight-inch leg with its bulbous head and ring just below it to her lips, kissing it firmly on the tip. Then, like a dream, her lips parted and the head slipped between her lips. Jeff couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This woman who no man in his right mind would approach in a bar for fear of derisive rejection was here fellating a wooden table leg without a care in the world.
Her right hand slipped the four inch leg behind her own leg, and Jeff watched in stupefied amazement as she slipped it under her skirt and between her soft, round cheeks. But, she hadn’t lifted her skirt; it had just…parted for her, as if by command. He caught a glimpse of buttock before it flowed around her arm and then the close-eyed pleasure on her face as she touched herself in a special place. Her right hand moved between the fold of her clothing as the eight-inch leg slipped in and out of her lips, leaving a wet, orangey trail along its length. She sucked the wooden dildo for what seemed like an eternity, and then her eyes snapped open and she looked at the stunned salesman, the rod still penetrating her lips and her hand still under her buttocks.
