Check out my haul

I unloaded the bag full of goodies from the sex shop, sorting them out. If I'd realized how the whole camera thing was going to go down, I would've gotten way more than what I got, which was already a lot. I pulled the first thing, a sexy maid outfit, out of its packaging. It was pretty cheap, a thin to being sheer bandeau, black skirt, apron, gloves and duster making up a maid outfit. I tried it on, my boobs fairly constrained in the bandeau. A week or two ago I might've felt chubby, but now I felt sexy; I felt like having men actively desire me, despite not being totally trim, had done a lot for my confidence. A few pictures later, I pulled out the next outfit, a front-tied thin white shirt and plaid skirt. I'd almost skipped over the schoolgirl outfit for the cheerleader one; I'd never had time for sports or anything like it in highschool, so it might've been my big chance, but the schoolgirl one seemed like Paul's pick in the shop. It fit pretty well tied as tight as I reasonably could, my cleavage spilling out over the top. The skirt was super short too, even bending over a little pulled it up enough to reveal my pussy. The last outfit was the teensiest, tiniest bikini possible, the material covering my nipples and pussy maybe the size of a bandaid. It fit tightly, digging into my boobs a little and doing a pretty poor job at covering anything.

Next I got out the whole reason I went to the sex shop, the vibrator and dildo. In the end, I got a big purple dildo-shaped vibrator with a little flange for my clit. It needed to be charged, or I might've tested it out right away since I had the time. The other thing I got was a big, 11 inch black dildo. Holding it in my hands, way bigger than even the black guy in the gloryhole, much less any other guy I'd been with before, was fairly erotic. Other than that, it was all lube and a few boxes of flavored condoms and other odds and ends.