I enter the bookstore on a warm summer evening, wearing a light weight sundress, my eyes scan the customers, which are not surprisingly mostly male. I smile to the cashier when greeted and walk down the first aisle.
I can feel eyes moving over my exposed flesh, making me all too conscious of the way my panties brush against my lips, exhaling I close my eyes for a moment trying to control the heat that is building inside of me. I stand in front of the menagerie of vibrators...aware of how my dress rises dangerously high on my thigh mere inches from exposing my panties as I reach for the ones at the top of the rack. As I push my derrière out and bend from the waist while retrieve those from the bottom I hope that I am exposing enough to entice some interaction with one of these strapping fellows.
The bell above the door jingles, drawing my attention, you walk in, full of confidence. My eyes move over you, visually drinking you in. I notice the way your trousers fit snuggly around your crotch, immediately wondering about the bounty it conceals. Entranced by your movement, I watch you as you move towards the counter. My attention is distracted as I feel a large warm body squeeze past me, my eyes close allowing me to be lost within the experience. Once he has full passed by me, and I no longer feel his cock against me,I open my eyes and search over the store for you but I do not see you so I return to my shopping adventure.
While reading the descriptions I do not try to stifle any giggles that they bring but let them flow freely. When someone wants passage past me I politely excuse myself but I do not move entirely out of their way causing them to brush against me as they pass. I feel their stiffening cocks rub against me through the light weight material of my sundress. I notice that the aisle I'm in has become increasingly more popular.
I continue down the row stopping short at the small S&M section. My hand immediately goes to grab a riding crop.. I run my hands over it lovely, testing the give of the rod, bending it, flexing it before testing it with a loud THWAP on the palm of my hand accompanied with a gasp upon impact. Looking around trying to appear embarrassed and giving a twitter of nervous laughter, making eye contact with several some nervously look away while others try to hold my gaze. Smiling to myself knowing that I now have the complete attention of a at least a few, I try out the next paddle but when I get to the whips, give my thigh a good THWAP...my skin stings at the delicious bite of the leather, my hand swiftly goes to touch my heated flesh, I slowly rub the inflamed area while glancing around. I work my way back over to the vibrators, finding one that is small and smooth but guarantees maximum power. I brush up against a couple of different guys that I know were enjoying my shopping experience as much as I was apologizing along the way....