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Sandy's Journey Chapter 16 - Flying solo
We awoke slowly the next morning. The stretching and getting out of bed part was almost luxurious. The three of us, moving together, kissing with morning breath, cuddling, then easing ourselves up to use the bathroom, light up the suite's coffeemaker, wandering about naked and just enjoying each other's company. Checkout time was getting close, so we dressed and packed. My boy clothes from the day before were in my bag, and that seemed the easiest path.
We drove back to Bob's and the girls dropped me off there at my car. Hugs, kisses, then just before they drove off, Kim mouthed "I'm yours" through the open car window and smiled. I did the same, and they were gone.
I was tired, my boy hole was sore, I was happy. I'd completely pulled off going out as a woman, at least in a trans-friendly location. I'd attracted a man and gotten fucked, even if he was gay. I drove home, made a light meal (I have to watch my girlish figure now), then took a long nap.
I didn't see Kim for a couple of days, but we talked or texted every day. We joked about our adventure together, discussed our relationship in hopeful terms, talked about me and what I wanted, friends, etc., etc. Every conversation ended with the ritual "I'm yours" from both of us.
My sore hole healed just fine, and a night came when I wanted it filled again. I cleaned up, shaved, put on some basic makeup, and went to select lingerie from my collection. A pair of lacy thong panties felt good, especially when the string rode up and teased my sissy hole. I added the matching bra, with just enough built-in padding to give me visible breasts. Over this I dressed in a short black skirt and red blouse from Bob's store. Panty hose didn't seem slutty enough, so I added a garter belt and black fishnet stockings, with the tops just above the skirt line. I brushed my hair back to its female style, put on some Sinatra, poured myself a drink, and sat down to figure out how to get some quick cock.
It was coming up on 9 p.m., and I knew I could pass in the dark. I thought about a couple of trans-friendly gay bars Kim and I had talked about, but I wasn't really interested in any drawn-out seduction schemes. I wanted to go somewhere where an appreciative male would take one look at me and haul out his big cock for me to use. I wanted immediate cock in my mouth and in my ass.
I have to say, I don't know where this sudden desire came from. It was like I was on automatic, a cock-seeking drone looking for a ripe, hard, ready, cum-laden target.
So not a gay bar, just something anonymous and easy. Only one venue fit that description -- an adult bookstore, and I knew just the one. Charlotte had mentioned it in passing as a place she'd gone to early in her femme life. She said it was a great source of cocks to suck, but the neighborhood was rough, and a girl there had to be careful. I wanted a little rough that night, so I decided to take a chance.
The skirt had two tiny pockets, and I'd put a twenty and my driver's license into one of them. In the other I stuffed a few condoms and some lube. Then I picked out some low block heels to wear, finished my drink and went out to the car.
The drive wasn't long, about half an hour. It was rather a seedy area, just on the edge of a run-down industrial park. The few remaining shops had steel gates closed down in front. Rubbish drifted down the alleyways on a light breeze.
There were 5 cars parked in front of the store. A large sign, lit by a single spotlight, hung above the entrance - "CITY VIDEO." I looked carefully around the lot before I turned the car off and got out. No one was in sight. I took a deep breath and got out. This was it -- a place where I could find hard willing cock just for showing up. I clipped my keys to a belt loop on my skirt and moved quickly to the door.
I went in quietly and looked around. There was a heavyset, bearded guy at the counter, and he smiled at me as I stepped into the main room. It was the usual thing, racks of DVDs, magazines, and sex toys. It appeared reasonably clean. One customer looked lazily through a rack of magazines, obviously just wasting time. At the back of the store was a door with a sign saying, "Video Booths $10 to enter."
The clerk and customer gave me a quick once-over and a smile, and I knew there'd be no trouble for me here. I decided to look through the wares for a minute before going into the booths. After all, you never know when you may have an urgent need for a 20-inch-long sex toy shaped like a dragon.
I looked through the crossdresser and trans DVD section, just whetting my appetite, then made my way through the sex toy aisle just to give myself time to be seen. Then I went to the counter, taking the twenty out of my pocket, and said, "Video booths, please?" to the clerk.
"Free for you, baby." he said. "Girls like you are always welcome. The booths are through that door, and there's a little theater area all the way in the back. Enjoy, and let me know if anybody gives you a problem."
Ohhh, I had a protector, and free admission. I was beginning to like this place. I gave him my most feminine smile and a musical little "Thank you."
As I approached the door to free cocks, I heard the little buzz as the clerk unlocked it. I reached for the knob and the door swung open. A man, slightly startled, almost collided with me, but stepped aside to hold the door for a lady. He smiled, and I guess I changed his mind about leaving, as he followed me back into the hallway beyond.
I walked slowly down the hall as I let my eyes get used to the dark. My heels clicked on the linoleum floor. This wasn't my first time in such a place, and I knew how they worked. As I walked, I looked through the open doorways of empty booths, scanning for cleanliness, as well as for gloryholes that might hold the cocks I had come to find. I continued all the way to the end, where there was a turn. There was an open door on one side, and I stopped to look into the theater. It was a small room with a few couches arranged in front of a large TV screen showing gay porn. A young man was sucking one cock, with another in his hand. At the end of that short hall was another long hall with more booths.
I had only seen one hole between booths in the first hall, and continued down the second, which came to a dead end. Experience told me that the further you got from the entrance, the more freedom you had. Sure enough, several of these end booths were closed, and every one that was open had at least one gloryhole.
I picked a booth that looked reasonably clean and stepped in. As I turned to close the door I saw the man who'd followed me standing there with a smile on his face. I smiled back, then closed and locked the door. I figured it was better to be secure until I understood the ground rules here.
It took me a minute to figure out how the controls worked, but soon I was looking at some luscious TV porn. A slightly built crossdresser was on her back, taking a big cock in missionary position. Her own nearly soft cock lay there on her belly, just a drop of precum at the tip. She moaned as what had to be 7" slid in and out of her boy pussy. The sight started to bring stiffness to my own rod.
By now my eyes were used to the darkness, and I looked around the booth. Sure enough, there were two holes -- one to the booth next to me on the same hallway, and another to the booth on the entrance hall. It was weird that the two were only about 2 feet apart, something I would find advantageous as the evening progressed. There was a folding chair in the booth, and I took a seat to consider my options.
I crossed my legs like a lady, bringing my stocking top into view for anyone looking through the holes. I dangled my shoe on my toes, trying to look at least a little slutty. It didn't take long to get results. I looked at the hole to the side, and there lay the head of a nice cut cock, waiting for my attention.
Part of me wanted to grab it and drag its owner through the hole, but one must be gentle and not scare the locals. I placed my hand on it and stroked it softly with my fingertips, and it slid slowly forward until its full length of 4 inches or so extended into my booth. I held it softly in my hands, stroking it, squeezing gently. My hunger overcame me, and I squatted in front of the hole. My skirt was too tight, so I pulled it up to my waist. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue for a while, then took it into my mouth.
My anonymous friend became fully hard instantly once I began sucking. I was acting like a whore, and I loved it. I sucked hard and long, then quickly with short lunges. I took his balls in my hand and pulled them towards me, getting every last fraction of an inch inside my mouth. I guess he'd been ready for a while, because it wasn't long until I heard his knuckles rapping on the wall, letting me know he was going to cum. Thirsty for his juices, I redoubled my efforts, and within a minute I was rewarded with his cum spurting into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, taking it all. I sucked every drop off his rod, then he slowly withdrew. He must have bent down, because I heard a whispered, "Thank you." Then I heard the jingle of a belt buckle and the rasp of a zipper as he dressed and left.
I sat back down in the chair. My skirt was still above my waist. My cock was getting hard in my panties, and I pulled them aside to release it, removing any doubt about my sex to whomever might be peeking. I stroked myself as I awaited developments.
Once again, things happened fast. Through the other gloryhole came another pretty cock. He'd probably witnessed my slutty behavior, and wanted some for himself. I stood in front of the hole and held my cock against his, stroking both together. He seemed to like that, thrusting through the hole against my belly, but I was still hungry. Once again I squatted and took this new toy in my mouth. He was longer, reaching to the opening of my throat. This hole was about 8" round, and I could hold his balls, then reach behind them and pull his ass forward, pushing all of his cock into my mouth. Once I had it all, I put my tongue out and licked the front of his balls.
This one tasted even better than the first, and I put all my skills into sucking it. As I pulled back I let my teeth lightly skim his skin. Then I pulled the whole thing in and keeping hard suction on him, pulled back a bit, stretching him. I slipped a finger between his cheeks and teased his boy hole, then took hold of his balls again while I fucked his cock with my mouth. He didn't last a whole lot longer than the first guy. Obviously my talents were in demand here. He didn't think to warn me, but soon I heard him groan and he pressed forward very hard. His already decent cock swelled, and I felt the warm spurt flow into my mouth. He had quite a load, and a small amount dribbled down my chin and stayed there. I swallowed the rest. He pulled back slowly, then silently dressed. I heard his door open and close, and his footsteps in the hall as he left.
I wondered whether he was the man who'd followed me in, but I didn't have much time to think about it. I started to back towards the chair, and ran into a hand. It was extended almost to the elbow from the hole on the other side. Apparently this customer wanted to explore, and I was intrigued and horny enough to let him.
He was working blind, so it took him a minute to get his bearings. I moved back against the hand, and he found one of my stockinged thighs. He stroked it for a moment, and I backed closer, spreading my legs. He worked his way up one thigh and down the other to the back of my knee, then slid his hand up again to find my ass. He cupped it softly, then squeezed each cheek more urgently. His fingers found the strip of my thong, and he pulled it out and aside. Holding his hand in a knife edge, he pushed up into my crack. I spread my legs wider, then reached back and pulled my cheeks apart.
My cock stuck out straight and strong in front of me, perversely emboldened by the cocks I'd sucked and the cum I'd swallowed. The hand pushed up against my balls and my boy pussy. His index finger pressed against the opening. I hadn't lubed in advance, and I was still too tight back there to allow him much entrance. I pulled away for a moment. Taking his hand in mine, I pulled out my small bottle of lube and poured some on his finger, then backed towards him again, once again spreading myself.
His finger drove straight inside me, quickly followed by a second. He crooked his fingers inside me and pulled me back against the wall while he finger-fucked my asshole. He ground his fingers inside me and rotated them, stretching me out. It felt wonderful. Then the fingers disappeared. I expected a cock to come through next, but he surprised me.
"I want to suck your cock," he said, the words low and barely audible above the video sound. I turned around and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of the hole. He took hold of it and pulled me forward until my belly was against the wall. I felt his mouth on me, taking all of me inside. He reached through and pulled my balls through as well, and gave me a virtuoso lesson in cock sucking.
God, the feelings between my legs. I can't describe what he did to me that night, but every nerve ending between my legs went into overdrive. The skin of my dick felt like it was almost liquid and flowing. His hand playing with my balls was better than any mouth I'd ever felt there. He reached behind them with one fingertip and found a place I'd never known about. When he rubbed that spot, I felt like I got an inch longer. I know I was into his throat, but I never felt the boundary.
I was suddenly surprised to realize a hand had reached through the hole on the other wall and had been caressing my ass cheeks for a few minutes.
My cock was in heaven -- that was the only explanation. It was being sucked. It was being worshipped in a flaming pit, something that felt warmer than a human mouth. At the same time, the approach of my orgasm was somehow being withheld. It felt like it was going on and on, never to end, staying purposely at a high plateau, just below a tremendous precipice.
The hand behind me separated my cheeks. My hole was still lubed, and I felt a thick finger enter me and begin fucking me. That might have ruined my super-sucker's plans, because it drove me right over the edge, and I fell into the mother of all orgasms. My balls felt like they exploded, and I'm amazed the force of my cum didn't knock him across the room. He took it like a champ, and his mouth vacuumed up every single drop. I now know how a cow feels when a calf suckles one of her teats.
Finally he let me go, whispering "That was wonderful, dear," before I heard his door open and close.
I'd been drained, physically and mentally. I sat in the chair for a minute, getting my breath back. I decided to look around a little more, so I tucked my soft cock back into my panties, straightened my skirt and stockings, and unlocked the door. There were a couple of guys standing by the door of the next booth, so I knew word had gotten around. I decided to walk around a little, to see what other sort of fun could be found.
When I got to the small theater, it was empty. Maybe I was the prime attraction tonight. I walked in and plopped my ass down on one of the couches. On the screen a crossdresser was getting spit-roasted, one big cock slicing into her ass while she struggled to take another all the way into her mouth. She was slender, wearing a blonde wig and a sexy bra and panty set. She moaned as her lovers told her what a slut she was. I certainly identified with her at this moment, having given my services to several anonymous men.
I wasn't alone long. Four men followed me into the theater. Two took up positions standing against the walls to see what would happen. One sat on another couch, and the fourth sat down right next to me. He wasted not a second, putting his hand on my stockinged thigh and rubbing softly.
"Hi, dollface," he said. "The guys weren't kidding -- you really are pretty. If I saw you in a bar I wouldn't know."
I actually blushed. "Thank you," I said softly.
He took my hand and placed it over his cock outside his jeans. "I wonder if you might like to get better acquainted, here or in one of the video booths."
"I haven't been here before," I told him. "Are we safe in this room?"
"Completely. Fred is watching the door, and you'll hear a buzzer if there's anything that concerns him. We have total privacy here."
"Okay then," I purred. "Let's see what we have here."
Leaning over, I unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear, and a stiff 7" cock sprung forward to greet me. I smiled at him and told him to slide over. I lay on my belly on the couch and took his rod into my mouth.
It felt great, tasting slightly of soap and completely of cock. I sucked hard and deep, taking all of him into my throat. He reached back and slid a hand under my skirt, squeezing the cheeks of my ass, then pulled it up to my waist. I raised up slightly to help him.
There were four men in the room, four cocks. One was in my mouth. My ass was exposed and available to any of the other three, and I hoped they'd take advantage. I especially hoped whoever did had a big one.
I felt more hands on my ass, squeezing it, and I wriggled my butt in encouragement. Two hands slipped between my thighs, and I obligingly spread them as wide as the couch would allow. The cock in my mouth was rock hard, and its owner was whispering to me, telling me how pretty my face looked with his dick in it.
One hand reached under me, groping my cock inside my panties. Another pulled my thong aside, exposing my boy cunt. The cool air felt good on it, and the fingers that began to press inside me felt even better.
I wanted more -- I wanted what the CD on the screen was getting. Then two hands began pulling my panties off, and I lifted my hips again to allow it. They were quickly whisked away and disappeared.
I slipped off the couch and got between the legs of my primary cock. Reaching into the pockets of my skirt I pulled out the condoms and lube I had and put them on the couch.
"Condoms are required there, gentlemen," I said, looking around. Another man had joined the crowd now hovering close around my ass, and all four smiled and nodded. Two of them already had their cocks out.
I was on my knees on the floor. I knew those stockings were shot, but it was certainly worth it. Bending over I went back down on the cock before me with a vengeance, seeking another load for my mouth.
A pair of hands spread my cheeks apart, and a tongue wriggled its way up my crack, starting at my balls and licking up to my hole. Then he was rimming me, the stubble on his cheeks scratching the soft hairless skin on mine as his tongue wormed its way around and then into my hole. It felt wonderful, and his spit added to the lube inside me.
I pulled the balls of the man in front of me out from underneath him and licked them, sucking each one into my mouth. Then I returned to his shaft, licking my way to the head and sucking it deep into my mouth. I fucked him hard with my mouth, then used my hand together with my lips, squeezing gently with long soft strokes.
The one behind me was ready, and I heard a condom packet opening. He came upright and rested his dick between my cheeks while he slipped the rubber on. His cock wasn't as long as the one in my mouth, but it was much thicker. I knew I could take it, but it would definitely stretch me for anything that might come afterwards.
My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the rod in my mouth, trying to use some of the tricks that I'd received in the booth. I heard the squirt of the lube bottle, and a few seconds later the broad head of a cock was against my hole. He was gentle. Taking my hips in his hands he pressed forward softly but insistently. My hole stretched out, and I pushed back against the intruding rod. Finally it popped through the ring of muscle, and my anonymous fucker continued pressing inexorably forward until I felt his belly against my ass.
I wiggled my ass side to side, then pulled forward a tiny bit and pressed hard and fast back against him, seeking every millimeter of cock I could get inside me.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me good," I told him, going back to work to pry a big load out of the cock in my mouth.
One of the other men reached under to find my cock, caressing it then stroking me towards an erection. The man holding my hips started to fuck me, short soft strokes, building up a rhythm, then longer and harder.
I could feel the man I was sucking begin to tense. He put his hands on my head, holding it as his hips bucked and he fucked my mouth.
Every part of my body was working, holding me up, getting every bit of meat available inside my openings. As the cock in my ass sped up, the one in my mouth blew off, pumping cum into my throat.
"Goddamn, you're good!" my victim squealed, as spurt after spurt of his juices filled my mouth. Then he collapsed, leaning back against the couch, his hands by his side. I sucked his cock clean, gathering up up all his tasty juices. Then I smiled up at him and brought myself upright, leaning back onto the cock in my ass, pressing my hands against that man's hips as I pulled him into me harder.
"Baby, let's get up off this floor," he whispered. The man in front of me slid sideways and got up. I watched as he pulled up his pants and tucked himself away. Then he slipped out of view, replaced by a tall, slender man holding a long, slender cock.
I got up onto the couch, leaning on the back. The tall man came around to meet my mouth with his cock, while behind me the shorter thick cock slid easily back into my asshole. I pulled that long rod into my mouth, touching the opening to my throat on his first stroke. The cock in my ass sped up again, driving me forward. A third man stood next to long and thin, stroking his own rod. I only needed one hand to hold myself up, so I replaced his hand with my own, sliding up and down and teasing his balls.
There was one available point of contact left, and one of the remaining men took it, sliding underneath me on the couch until his mouth found my cock. Using his hand and his mouth he started stroking me.
My mind had left the building. I was just reacting to my body's desires now, the feeling of cocks sliding in and out of both ends, the mouth sucking on the head of my prick. The long cock in my mouth started fucking that opening, and I was bounced back and forth, barely keeping my balance.
I could feel that my mouth was about to claim another load, as long and thin's thighs began to tremble. He held my head just as his predecessor had and pounded into me. Adjusting the angle of my neck I was able to open my throat to him, and I felt his belly hit my nose with every thrust. Then he pulled my head hard against his belly and his rod surged as his load was deposited directly into my throat, robbing me of a taste. A noise somewhere between a moan and a growl rose in the theater as he spurted into me again and again.
Then he pulled away and stepped back, and the one whose cock I had stroked immediately stepped in and pushed his rod into my mouth. The cock in my ass was pounding and stretching me, wielded by a man whose face I had yet to see. I didn't see how he'd lasted this long, and I began squeezing his rod with my anal muscles, thinking I could finish him off and get one more cock inside me.
I didn't know whose hunger was stronger, theirs or mine. Language deserted us. There were grunts and moans, now and then a laugh from one of the others yet to be served.
The cock in my mouth held still, allowing me to service him in my own way. I made love to it. With my free hand I held his balls, then slid under them to stroke his perineum with my fingertips. I swirled my tongue around and around the head, then took the whole thing into my mouth.
The cock in my ass finally hit it's bursting point. A series of short sharp strokes, and I could feel him tensing and swelling inside me as his cum filled the condom. He leaned forward onto my back, breathing heavily, then withdrew.
I glanced behind me, curious to see what might be coming next. He was handsome, dressed in slacks, a white shirt, and tie. The tie was loosened and thrown over his shoulder. The shirt was open, showing a body that was no stranger to the gym. His dark pants were open, an absolutely perfect cock extending out, searching for a place to cum.
It was my perfect size, and I just knew he'd fuck me perfectly. I picked up a condom and handed it to him, and we exchanged a smile. Then I want back to satisfying the cock in front of me, fucking it with my mouth while my hand held the base and played with his balls. Reaching under him, I grabbed his ass and pulled him against me, jamming all his meat in my mouth. I licked and sucked him. I could finally pay attention to the man underneath sucking my prick. I was thinking that if I did this right, I could get this load in my mouth and maybe one more. Then I'd get Mr. perfect dick to cum just as I filled the mouth of my admirer below.
Mr. perfect slid right into me, my hole stretched by the earlier fuck. As I expected, he filled me perfectly, sliding across my prostate, making my cock tingle in the mouth below. He started fucking me perfectly, with long slow strokes, teasing across my muscle rings and going deeper inside me. I swung my ass back and forth, and he grabbed my hips and began fucking me in earnest.
The cock in my mouth seemed close, then it's owner groaned and said, "I'm gonna cum." He backed off, deciding to finish himself off. He stroked his wet cock in front of my face, as I held my mouth open for his load. He pumped hard, his fist bumping my lips several times, then finally pushed the head between my lips and gave me his hot cum. It was the best cum I'd tasted this day, and I relished it, sucking on his head as spurts continued to fill my mouth. I let a little drip out and down my chin. With his cock still in my mouth I looked up and winked at him. Just a nondescript guy with an average cock, but his big load had helped make my day.
He pulled away and began to get himself together. I looked around, surprised no one wanted to take his place. There were two men there I hadn't done, but they seemed happy enough to attend to themselves, stroking away as they enjoyed the show.
Mr. Perfect started to get worked up now, and his cock was making my cock crazy. Reaching back I held his hips. Then I spread my legs farther, bringing him down with me as my prick went deeper into the mouth of the man beneath me.
I had already come to the conclusion that I prefer to be a bottom, taking cocks in my boy hole and my mouth, that fucking men didn't excite me, but this man's mouth was just what was needed in the current circumstances. When Mr. perfect came in my ass, I wanted this anonymous mouth to take my cum, give me my second orgasm of the night, and provide me with the perfect ending to this little impromptu orgy.
I concentrated on my cock and my ass. I began fucking the mouth below me, working the rhythm so that Mr. perfect drove my dick down into him. He was loving it. He made his mouth a willing receptacle. He took my balls in his hands as I continued to drive my spike into him.
Looking over my shoulder, I put on a fake southern accent and said, "Fuck me, sugar. You got the perfect dick, and I wanna feel it all up my cunt! Do me! Make me cum with you!" I had no idea where that came from, but my brain had descended to the little head. "Do it, do it, dooooooo it!" I rasped.
Mr. perfect smiled at me and began his final pounding of my tight hole. I wriggled my ass and squeezed him with my internal rings as he slammed me down into the mouth below. He closed his eyes, every nerve feeling the sensations of lust, of his cock demanding release. He took long hard strokes. Below me the mouth took all the punishment I could dish out. I was just a cock and an ass, both existing solely for pleasure.
"I'm gonna come soon, baby," I growled.
"Yeah, me too," Mr. perfect answered.
He lost all rhythm, pounding hard and randomly into me. I felt his balls slap against my own. I felt the lips on my cock squeezing. Looking over I saw my mouth was jerking his own cock, and it came, spurting all over his belly and the back of the couch.
My balls, unbidden, took this as their cue, and I slammed down into the mouth, the muscles of my rectum squeezing hard as my cum drained into it.
"Cumming!" Mr. perfect yelled, his voice just above the noise of the theater speakers. He slammed into me, once, twice, then two more times, as his cum filled the condom. Leaning onto my back he put his arm around my chest and kissed the side of my face.
"You're amazing," he gasped as his breath returned. "I hope we can do this again."
I pulled forward and up, dragging my softening cock out of the mouth that had just finished cleaning it.
"I don't know. Give me your number." I said.
He withdrew from my ass. Mr. mouth got up, thanked me, and began getting dressed. "Oh, no, thank you," I told him. "You made the ending just perfect for me." I smiled at him, he smiled back and turned way to dress. Then he stopped. Bending over, he picked up my panties from the floor and handed them to me.
"Thank you," I said. "I wasn't sure I'd get those back."
We both laughed, and he turned away to finish dressing.
Mr. perfect had pulled himself together quickly, and sat next to me. Pulling a pen from the pocket of his white shirt, he took my hand and wrote PAUL and a phone number on my palm. "Any time," he said.
Then he left and it was just me and the two strokers. One had cum on some paper towels and tossed them into a trash can at the back of the theater. The other said, "That was fucking amazing!" and tucked his cock away. He was much older, and I was sorry he hadn't made it.
I pulled myself together, sliding my panties on and pulling my skirt and blouse down to where they belonged. On the way out I passed one open booth where my older stroker was openly sucking a younger man's cock, and I guessed that was his reward. I stopped by the bathroom on my way out and repaired some of the damage, enough so it wasn't obvious that I'd allowed every man in the place to use my body.
I had left the remaining condoms and the lube behind. Somebody would find a use for them.
I got up to the desk, and Mr. perfect dick was standing there talking to the clerk.
"Nice place, Fred," I said.
He smiled and said, "Thanks for......coming." with a silly little giggle.
Mr. perfect dick turned towards me, saying, "Can I walk you to your car?" Behind him I saw Fred lean a little to the side, make eye contact, and shake his head no with a concerned look.
Recovering quickly, I said, "No thanks, Fred here said he'd show me some new toys."
All gallant, Mr. perfect squeezed my hand and went out into the night.
After the door closed, Fred said, "Never leave the building with any of these guys, especially him. I don't know anything specific, but there are bad rumors about him and a few others. We can wait a minute, and I'll walk you to your car."
I took him up on it, and he actually did show me some new toys. There was a vibrating, thrusting dildo there that looked like it could be a lot of fun. Then he walked me out to the car, his gaze sweeping the parking lot and street for danger. He held my door open, then told me to be careful. He suggested that if I came back in the evening, I could call the store and he'd watch for me.
He was a sweet guy. I didn't know if I'd repeat this adventure, but I'd enjoyed every inch of it.
I headed home, got inside and out of my outfit quickly. I luxuriated in a long shower and fell into bed. I kinda wanted to tell Kim about this, and I didn't, but I knew honesty was important, and so I would. I fell asleep thinking of her, wanting her, and hoping we'd be together again soon.
AUTHOR'S POSTSCRIPT:
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