Continuing from last week
The things I'll do for love (Part 2)
By
the time I woke the next morning Debbie was already dressed, and just
finishing applying her make-up.
“Come
on, sleepyhead, we've got shopping to do,” she said with a smile,
as she saw me sit up in her mirror.
“What
time is it?”
“Ten.
Now come on, get up and get dressed.”
“What's
the rush?” I asked swinging my legs off the bed and standing up.
“The
rush is I haven't changed my mind. In fact I want what we spoke about
even more now than I did last night.”
Walking
in to our en-suite bathroom I showered quickly and wandered back into
the bedroom, where Debbie had already got me fresh boxers, socks,
jeans and a t-shirt out and laid them out on the bed.
As
I dressed Debbie continued to watch me in her mirror and I could see,
from the way she looked at me, that she was serious about what she
wanted. Eventually I was dressed and, following her downstairs, I
grabbed my wallet, mobile phone and keys from the hallway table,
opened the front door and followed her outside.
The
day was clear so we decided to walk, instead of taking the car.
Slipping my fingers into hers we began the walk towards town, holding
hands like a couple of lovestruck teenagers, eventually arriving at
the shop we wanted thirty minutes later.
As
we stood outside staring at the blacked-out window, the only
indication of what type of shop it was the warning on the door, we
looked at each other.
“Are
you sure you really want to do this?” I asked putting my arm around
her waist, pulling her close and kissing her lightly on the lips.
“I'm
sure. Now come on, let's just get inside, before anyone we know sees
us,” Debbie replied, taking my hand and pushing the door open.
Stepping
inside I was stunned at how bright it was. I don't know why,
stereotype I suppose but I was expecting a dark, dingy, slightly
seedy place with a scruffy older male behind the counter. Instead, to
my total shock, we were greeted by a cheerful hi from two
twenty-something year old women, both wearing skin-tight black
leather trousers and tight black t-shirts, with the shop logo
emblazoned in the center.
“Would
you like some help?” One of the women, a blonde, asked as the two
of us made our way nervously passed shelf after shelf of toys of all
different, sizes, shapes and colors.
“N-N-No,
thank you,” I stammered quietly.
“I'm
guessing it's your first time in a shop like this,” the other
woman, this one brunette, said.
“It
is, yes,” Debbie chipped in, surprisingly cheerfully, her eyes
sparkling as she scanned the shelves, looking for what we wanted.
“Well
if you need anything don't be afraid to call out, we won't bite.”
Debbie
smiled at the woman's response, before suddenly gripping my hand and
dragging me towards the far corner of the shop.
“Here
we go, just what we are looking for.”
I
stared at the shelves and swallowed hard, there were that many strap
on devices, of varying different lengths, thicknesses and colors and
felt my ass tighten in fear at the thought of Debbie easing one into
me.
“Fuck
me. Who the fuck would be able to take this?” Debbie suddenly
bellowed out, causing the two women behind the counter to look in our
direction, as she picked up a large black toy at least twelve inches
long and as thick as my firearm.
“Put
that down, Deb, there's no way we're having that one.”
“Oh,
spoilsport,” Debbie giggled, placing the toy back on the shelf,
before picking up another.
This
time she chose a flesh colored one, roughly the same size and
thickness as my cock but still I wondered how the fuck she was
supposed to get it inside me, without me screaming in agony. Still a
promise was a promise and, if wanted her to let me fuck her ass, I
was going to have to let her do me first.
“Okay
that one will do, but you better stock up on lubrication as well,”
I told her. “There's no way your fucking me without plenty of
that.”
Taking
the toy, as well as a harness to attach it to, we made our way back
to the counter picking up three bottlers of lube, an anal douche, for
hygiene reasons and a twelve-pack of condoms.
Placing
everything on the counter I saw the blonde look at me, before turning
her attention to Debbie, a knowing smile forming on her lips.
“Is
that everything?” The blonde asked scanning each item and dropping
them into a plain white carrier bag.
“No,
that's it, thanks,” Debbie replied as I fumbled in my back pocket
for my wallet.
“That
will be £85.94 please.”
Taking
out my credit card I handed it across and waited, until the woman had
taken the payment, then took it back and slipped it back in to my
wallet.
“Thank
you,” I mumbled, before taking Debbie's hand and turning towards
the door.
“Hope
to see you both again soon.”
©JSMorbius2013
1 comment:
I kind of picked up the sarcasm in the end. The cashier would love to see his response afterwards, lol. Julez, this is a nice piece. I hope to see another continuation, if possible, on next week's segment. Great post!
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