Since my first visit to an adult bookstore, I had often masturbated thinking about that experience. Finally, I decided that the memory was not enough. I wanted to go back.
For those of you not following my adventures, my name is Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old, and I have turned into somewhat of a sexual adventurer. I'm 5'2, weight about 135 pounds dripping wet, and I have reddish hair. Not flaming red, but definitely a redhead. I also blush fairly easily as my skin tends to be somewhat on the pale side. Just a curse of the redhead I guess. Sort of the cute girl next door type, I try to stay in shape as best I can, and my build is generally more athlete than pure sexy.
Back to the story. I had visited the adult bookstore store the first time on a whim. I had gone in the middle of the day not really knowing what to expect or what I was going to do. One thing lead to another, and I ended up sucking off several guys, and being fucked by a couple others before slightly freaking out and ending the whole thing.
That had been over 9 months ago. As I mentioned before, I thought about it often, imagining what it would be like to go again, but in the evening when it was more crowded. My fantasies since that time had also turned more toward being "taken". Being "forced" to participate. Other adventures since my last bookstore visit had contained elements of being told what to do, of being treated like a slut, of rougher sex, and, I will confess, those types of things really turned me and added to the overall erotic experience. I slowly realized that I am more submissive that I ever cared to admit before I started my sexual explorations.
With all of those thoughts running through my mind, I planned my next visit. I would go to the same bookstore, but on a Saturday night around 11:00 to take advantage of guys being maybe a little more horny and more desperate. I would dress, not as a slut "looking for it", but more as a shy, young woman, somewhat embarrassed to be checking things out. I would wear jeans, a white tee shirt with a V neck, and sneakers, and a ball cap to provide somewhat of a "disguise". I know it sounds weird, but I have been told on more than one occasion that I looked "critically cute" in that outfit. That's what I was shooting for: Cute, innocently sexy, and maybe a little scared/nervous. I also decided to wear the fake wedding rings I had worn when I met Derek (see my story about my first BBC!) to add a little something extra.
I picked a Saturday a couple weeks out, and I worked on getting myself psyched up. The day arrived, and I began getting more nervous and excited as the evening approached. After a light dinner, I showered, made sure I was shaved smooth down there, surfed a little porn to pop up the sexual tension, and then I got dressed. I decided to go without a bra to show off a little more cleavage. Plus I liked the way my nipples could be seen when pressed against the fabric of my tee. I left the apartment about 10:30 pm, and by 11:15 pm I was pulling into the parking lot. My heart started pounding as I saw that the small parking lot was pretty full. I found a space in the back, pulled in, and tried to keep myself from panicking and aborting the whole thing.
After taking a couple deep breaths, I slipped my ID along with a bunch of folded up dollar bills and a credit card into my front pocket, and I slid my purse under the front seat. The car door locked, the key went into my other pocket. I took several deep breaths, pulled on my cap, and pulled my pony tail through the back. I bent down to check out my look in the side view mirror. Critically cute, and just the right look of fear and sexiness!
I entered the building through the other door, pressed the bell to get through the next door, and finally stepped into the main room. The clerk sitting behind the counter looked over and smiled. He was a different person from the first time I had been there, and I blushed and smiled back.
Probably eight to ten guys were milling about checking out the DVD collections along with the toys arranged in different sections on the wall and in the glass counter displays. They were about what I expected. Middle aged, lonely, a little embarrassed to be in an adult bookstore looking at porn, probably married, no where else to go, and no real action waiting for them whenever they got to where they were going. Perfect. I was sure I could work them up and provoke them in to some action. I smiled to myself as I walked in.
Most of them turned when they heard the door open, and I pretended to be to embarrassed to look any of them in the eye. I was nervous and a little bit scared, but I was already getting very turned on. I took a deep breath and thought "No turning back." I could feel the juices starting to flow, and my clit was already aching. I could tell that just a few strokes would be all that it would take to send me moaning through my first orgasm of the night.
I tried to feign indifference as I walked in front of the glass cases, glancing at the wide variety of toys laid out on the shelves. I could tell the guys in the room were checking me out, and I shivered in anticipation. Getting to the end of the display case, the wall to my right was hung with a wide variety of S&M gear: whips, hand and ankle cuffs, spreader bars, blindfolds, soft rope. As I paused in front of the display, I saw the clerk walking to the end of the case.
"That's my favorite section there." He said as I turned my head toward him.
"Yeah?" My voice was soft.
"Yeah. You into that stuff?"
I blushed furiously, but took the plunge, "Sometimes, yeah. Depends."
A big shit eating grin crossed his face as he asked, "Can I show you anything?"
I tried my best shy, seductive smile, as I bit at my lower lip, "Not right now...later maybe?"
He grinned as I walked away to look at the racks of DVDs.
I walked through the store among the racks of DVDs trying to act a little embarrassed and shy, making fleeting eye contact with the guys in the store. I made sure I was noticed, making a point to linger over the selection of gang bang videos, interracial sex videos, and videos of women being "forced".
I teased the guys as best I could without being overtly obvious. I bent over at the waist when looking at videos on one aisle showing off my tight ass, and, on another aisle, I got down on my knees to check out the lower shelf, settling back on my heels in what I knew was a very seductive "blow job" position. I could tell they were getting aroused, and I was definitely getting more than a little hot.
Shortly, all the guys in the store were aware of me. No one said anything, but they were watching me, and the atmosphere in the store was electric. The sexual tension was obviously very high, and I was starting to feel a bit like the prey being stalked by predators. That made me a little scared and more that a little nervous, but I was also beyond turned on. My nipples were stiff to the point of being sore. As I knew would be the case, they were easily noticed through the thin material of my tee shirt. My pussy was dripping wet. Even the slightest brush of material on my clit when I walked or bent over was sending little shivers up my spine.
I made my way over to the entrance to the video booths. I could see lights above the doors of occupied booths, and in the dark, I could tell that a number of guys were in the hallway. With the guys in the main part of the store, and the guys in back, I figured that maybe close to 20 guys were in the place overall. I hesitated, not sure if I was really willing to go through with this. To buy some time, I turned away from the video booth area to look again at the S&M display.
"Back already?" The clerk was grinning from ear to ear.
