My boss Ray was paying me well over the odds for the extra work I was doing for him in the evenings. And so he should, I was providing home pleasure the like of which he had to admit he had never enjoyed at home. Sex between us was so exciting, we fucked anywhere we chose; on his desk, in the men's toilets, in the women's toilets, the copier room, even in a filing cabinet.
Even my husband benefited from my illicit sexual activities as I was so damned horny with the excitement, that I was, as David put it, 'a hot 'n horny little cow'. Not that he complained.
Now I devised little treats for him and to that end one day I visited a sex shop in a neighbouring town. This was my first ever foray into the world of so-called sex aids so I wanted to avoid the prospect of being seen there by anyone that I knew.
I was surprised to see at the counter a female assistant, although I had never considered it, I had always assumed that only men served in such places. She looked up from the magazine she had lying open on the counter, smiled and returned to whatever held her interest. So females wandering in off the street unaccompanied was not unusual; I felt instantly more at ease.
The shop itself was of tiny proportions with shelves around the walls and one double-sided display in the centre. In the corner stood the girl behind a make-shift desk opposite a doorway covered by a black curtain. The shelves held a myriad books, magazines, all sizes of colourful boxes and the occasional unpacked item for closer inspection.
Enormous plastic phallus were grouped on one shelf, and I was inevitably drawn there. One in particular caught my attention and I grasped it marvelling at the length and girth but too at a number of protuberances that had me wondering as to their uses. Unable to resist I furtively pressed what I suspected was a button to operate the monster. My squeal as the phallus burst into life vibrating, buzzing and flashing bright lights caused the assistant to look up in my direction, she smiled an all-knowing smile of someone for whom this was not the first time this had occurred.
Walking towards me I noticed that the girl was absolutely appropriately dressed for such a shop; a low-cut garish yellow crop top below which there was a hint of unrestrained boobs; low on her hips the tiniest band of red plastic serving as a skirt, and as she walked the crotch of bright yellow panties peeped. On her feet plastic three inch platform straps with heels so high that she barely kept her balance. I adored it, I wanted the same! In fact I felt way overdressed.
She called me Honey and asked if I needed any help, taking the phallus from my shaking hands and turning it off. We stood close to one another and her cheap perfume almost made me dizzy with the amount she had on. On her bare belly I noticed that she had a tattoo of a flower with the petals surrounding her navel. I made a mental note that maybe, just maybe I, Janice would look good with one too.
I told her that I was just looking on behalf of a friend and she looked me straight in the eye and grinned; there was a lie she had heard countless times. As the assistant turned to return to her magazine I saw that at her waist, above that red skirt, a tattoo of what I could only guess was some kind of foliage on her back, instantly I wanted one.
My eyes fell on a device of two soft plastic rings with a small bullet-shaped item between the two and it intrigued me because I couldn’t work out how I could use it if I bought it. I called the girl back and asked how I… that is, my friend... would use it. She giggled and by poking her fingers through the rings explained that it was for a guy to wear: one ring around his balls the other around his cock, the bullet was a vibrator which would give the guy pleasure but would also vibrate on my clitoris. Her arm gently encircled my waist as she told me that it helped a man to prolong activity before he finally orgasmed, giving a girl far more enjoyment.
