I walk into the sex shop we planned to meet at. Inhaling a breath I suddenly become aware of my body and everyone in the store. I feel the eyes so I try to blend in and not feel self-conscious—I should feel desired and confident. Nervously I tuck my hair behind my ear before making my way through the store. My eyes catch sight of wall full of colorful dildos and vibrators. I grin and blush at my secret—that I have one. I try to stay focused and confident by standing up a little straighter. I don’t notice you standing in the back admiring the sexy lingerie. You spot me as soon as I walk in the store but decide to watch me. Knowing that my coyness is just a front to what lies below the surface.

I make my way to the lingerie. My face lights up because I think of my favorite fantasy that I read over and over. It is the one about a guy who picks up a woman in a sex shop, and they make love in the dressing room. But it’s not only the thrill of making love in a relatively public place that draws me to this story. No. The man in the story reminds the woman how sexy she can be. I long to feel that way—wanted, desired. My hands skim the fabrics of the teddies, bras, and corsets on the various racks of clothes. I sigh letting out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. My nipples push at the fabric of my bra as my pussy begins to get wet at the thought of a man wanting me, while I stand in front of him in purple stain bra and panties in my hand.

“I think this would definitely get you out of your shell.” You whisper in my ear as you place your hands on my hips.

I shut my eyes in pleasure at the sound of your voice. Your breath touches my ear. Your voice has the power to make me wet.

Pulling me close you kiss and nibble my earlobe. “Try it on for me. I want to see you in it. Don’t think just feel and enjoy the moment.” You claim my lips in a passionate kiss not caring who sees. Your tongue explores my mouth while I moan softly in my throat. No one has kissed me like that before.

My knees go weak and tremble. I’m released wanting more and getting wetter by the second. I walk toward the fitting room letting out a breath trying to focus on the task at hand. I take my clothes off and run my hands over the stain garments. Putting them on I feel sexy and confident, but I’m worried what you’ll think. Will see the beauty of the fabric on my body? Will think I’m beautiful this close to being naked? Or will change your mind about all of this and run? Without warning you come into the dressing room. Our eyes meeting in the mirror, but I can’t read them. I’ve never seen that look or perhaps I have but I don’t know what it means. The silence kills me. I break the stare and turn away. You turn me toward you and cup my face. I shut my eyes.            

 “Look at me. You’re gorgeous. I want you and look at what you’re doing to me.” Your thumb brushes my cheek.

My eyes travel to your jeans and bugle that is forming. I return to your eyes that have that look in them. I feel tingling all over as your eyes travel over my body. My pussy is soaking as I wait with excitement. Your hands skim my shoulders removing the straps of the bra. You pull it down so my breasts are full exposed.

 “Much better.” Your lips brush my collarbone moving lower until you find my brown nipples. Licking, sucking, biting, and kissing a nipple while you pinch and squeeze the other with your fingers. My hand grabs the bulge in your pants and rubs it. Your cock is swollen and hard. I free your cock from your pants when I feel your hand rub my clit. Moaning in pure ecstasy, I squeeze you harder as I grid my hips against your hand. My hand works your cock as you drive me to climax. As I quiver under the rush of my orgasm, you turn me so my breasts touch the cold wall. You plunge yourself inside of me. You pump your hard cock in me until I feel you cum. Breathless we kiss before getting dressed.

At the front of the store you buy me the outfit whispering, "I'll meet you at home for round two."