Shopping for New Toys on the Way Home from Work Leads Her to a Man to Enjoy Them With

Some workdays are so draining, I feel like I can barely drag myself down the street when I’m done. To recover, I might stop into a bar for a drink or engage in a little retail therapy by buying a cute new pair of shoes or a slinky dress. But the other night, as I passed by the window of an adult store, something different caught my eye: a pair of furry pink handcuffs and a vibrator that looked like it just might give me some special stress relief. I’d looked at sex toys online before, but had never gone into such a store. I wasn’t sure if I’d be the only female customer shopping there, but at that moment, I didn’t care. It sure beat the usual candy bar and tabloid magazine I grabbed on my way into the subway station.

I entered what turned out to be a tastefully decorated store. The walls were covered with photos of girls in sexy poses advertising porn videos and various toys. As I strolled the aisles, I saw pretty much everything you could imagine, from fake pussies to brightly colored vibrators to cockrings, lubes, paddles, dildos, harnesses, and more. But when I walked over to the plug-in vibrators, I was entranced. These were the big boys of sex toys, the ones that would certainly pack a wallop. I’d heard about one particular wand-type device, but when I picked it up, I found it incredibly heavy. Next, I picked up a slim white-and-purple number that buzzed quietly against my palm. I was busy rubbing its head against my hand when I heard a gentle cough next to me.

I looked over to find an incredibly hot guy standing near a display of handcuffs. There were metal ones in various colors, some bright, shiny silver and others darker hued. Then there were some more serious-looking leather restraints trimmed in black fur, as well as the fluffy pink cuffs I’d seen in the window. The stranger moved toward me, brushing against some dangling cuffs and making the metal jangle. I blushed because he’d surely seen me admiring him. I’d never even been in such a store before, and now I was exchanging flirty glances with another customer.

I went back to looking at the vibrators. I picked up a green one that had a smiley face on the end. It seemed harmless enough, but when I turned it on, the vibrations practically made my hand numb. I was impressed! I turned it off and put it back, careful not to knock anything over, and picked up a slim, black vibrator. I shut my eyes for a second, running my hand up and down its smooth length. I was starting to get comfortable being in the store, even though I knew that in my short skirt and black pumps, I was surely attracting the attention of every horny guy in there. I tested a few more toys before returning to the green one, and when I looked up again, my mystery guy had moved a little closer.

“Pardon me for being so bold, but I think you’ve made a good choice there,” he said, pointing to the toy in my hand. “This is my first time here,” he said. “I’m in town for the weekend on business. I’m Mike.” There was something about his voice—with its sweet accent, one I couldn’t totally place—and his kind eyes that set me at ease. He may have been checking me out, but he was also interested in the shop’s wares and didn’t seem like he was looking to get laid immediately. That made me more attracted to him, and I stepped closer and told him my name.

Keeping my voice just above a whisper, I said, “I’ve never been in a store like this before. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I was intrigued by the window display. And the handcuffs,” I impulsively added, already picturing the faux fur tickling my wrists as I struggled to escape. Then I pictured this guy with his tongue deep in my pussy as I wriggled around. I’m sure the blush was readily apparent on my face.

Mike stepped closer. “Tell me more,” he said, his eyes sweeping across the store. “Nobody will mind, and I’m curious. What would you do if given free rein in here? You tell me your fantasy, and I’ll tell you mine.”

His manner was so easygoing and sexy that I found myself confessing my fantasies. “I’m blindfolded and almost naked, wearing only a tiny thong. It’s getting wetter and wetter because a guy is using a vibrator on me. It’s whirring against my clit, which is covered only by a very sheer bit of fabric, and I can feel its impact traveling down my asscrack via the thong. My whole bottom feels like it’s vibrating.” As I was speaking, I could almost feel the sensations and longed to slip the green toy between my legs right there in the store. I’m sure Mike wouldn’t have minded, but as bold as I was acting, I couldn’t quite take that step.

He rubbed the edge of a feather tickler against my arm, while I turned on my vibrator and pressed it into his palm, letting him join me in my mental meandering. “I arch forward, hoping to nudge him inside, but he’s enjoying teasing me. He lifts the toy and tugs upward on my thong, making it dig deeper into my sex and parting my lips. Then he presses the vibrator directly against my clit, and I soak my underwear even more. Every cell in my body feels charged with arousal as I shake in time with the toy.” I paused and looked up, not sure if anyone else had heard me—but I’m not sure I cared.

Mike closed the minimal distance between us, standing near enough that I could feel his erection. He took hold of my wrist, then dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of me. Seeing them made me tremble. “I think you’re a bad girl, Colleen, and you need to be locked up and made to come again and again. I can only offer myself to you for the night—I go home tomorrow—but I can promise you it’ll be a night to remember.”

By that point, I’d have followed him almost anywhere. I was so aroused from being next to such a vast array of toys and couldn’t wait to try them out. I agreed to go with him to his hotel. We pooled our selected toys—a black blindfold, my green vibrator, the tickler, and a small slapper—and brought them up to the register. The clerk raised his eyebrows but didn’t say a word as Mike paid, then grabbed our plain brown bag and headed out the door. I felt elated and totally revived from my earlier bad mood.

Mike’s hotel was nearby. I wasn’t wearing a thong like in my fantasies, but my bikini panties were soaked through, which he discovered as soon as we closed the door to his room. “I knew you were getting turned on in there,” he said. And before I even had time to think about what was happening, he started using the toys on me. Mike stripped me, then slipped the blindfold over my eyes. I shivered not from cold, but from excitement. I was his to do with as he pleased. And what pleased him was pressing the vibrator against my clit.

Then he handed the vibe to me to hold and told me to turn around. He proceeded to slowly swat my ass with the slapper. It didn’t really hurt, delivering more of a gentle sting, but it made a loud noise. The more he spanked me, the greater an impact the slapper had and the wetter my pussy became. When I gasped loudly, he stopped spanking me, and then I felt the feather of the tickler graze my ass. I’d never been tickled there before! It was maddening but also exciting, and when he brushed the feather between my legs, I squirmed even more.

Mike put those toys aside and dipped his fingers into my dripping slit, while I continued to press the thrumming toy against my clit. The combination of mechanical buzzing and human fingers all working to get me off was overwhelming, and I soon gushed all over his hand. But that wasn’t enough—I wanted more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, then proceeded to lap up the juices flowing from my cunt. I couldn’t see him, but I could certainly feel his amazing tongue penetrating my sex. “You can take off the blindfold now,” he said.

I did, grinning when I looked over and saw our sex toys spread out on the bed. Then I said, “Now it’s your turn.” He stripped in front of me, teasing me by going slowly. I got turned on all over again from watching him, then reached for the slapper. “Turn around,” I said, enjoying the power of telling him what to do. Then I held the implement in my hand, hitting my palm a few times for practice before swatting his ass.

“Ow,” he said, then laughed, because it clearly didn’t hurt. I struck him again, this time harder, and he quieted down. I didn’t stop spanking him until his ass had gone from pale white to blushing pink. Only then did I drop the toy, push him onto the bed, and straddle him, taking his cock into my wet pussy and riding my sexy stranger until we both climaxed. His come filled my pussy, drenching me with its torrential output.

That night we strove to make up for our short time together by staying up the entire night testing out our toys. Mike promised that next time he’s in town we’ll go back to the store and take our sex-toy play from beginner’s level to advanced. In the meantime, I’ll be “practicing” with my vibrator and maybe stopping by the store on my way home more often.

—Ms. Colleen M., San Francisco, California