The Adult Store

Lydia sheepishly meandered the aisles, grateful the staff remained occupied chatting while pricing new inventory before stocking it.

Lydia didn't know what she wanted, or was looking for. The idea to stop and get a toy seemed ridiculous now, that she was in the store with no real idea of just what she wanted. Shyly rounding another aisle Lydia paused and blushed as she heard it, the unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning and screaming in pleasure.

Turning to face the direction it was coming from she saw someone leave a private viewing booth and rush off.

Lydia couldn't explain the how or why, it seemed almost as if she blinked and she was somewhere else. Having mindlessly wandered forward, into the abandoned booth, movie half over. She watched slack jawed, mind stuck on the vivid dream the night before, of fucking the dark figure, of feeling herself being watched, of enjoying it as if she were the big titted blonde bouncing atop a cock on the screen before her.

Lydia's hands began to wander her body, cupping and fondling her chest through her clothes, fingers soon slipping beneath them, dabbling in the moisture of her nethers as she teased her swollen clit gently with need.

"God I need this..." Lydia muttered, wondering as the pornstar stared at the camera if she got off knowing how many people would get off to watching her get fucked. Watching her be used for some unseen strangers pleasure.

Watching as she came, and had someone else cum on her.

Had Lydia been of right mind through all of this, she might have locked the door. Instead she turned as the viewing booth became bathed in the light of the hallway outside, the person who had paid for the film having returned.

Lydia's eyes rolled back and her body convulsed in orgasm at being caught, tongue lolling out, drool dribbling from her lips, a dark desire for him to place his cock right into her open mouth.

But the moment had passed, Lydia's orgasm resonating through her body as she came back to her senses, stormed into the guy knocking him to the floor, and fled the store.

Lydia ran home. Effortlessly. She didn't even question the ease with which each stride came, the lack of ache, or fatigue from each addition step. As she stopped at her building's doorstep she barely panted from the ease with which the run had been. no single thought of the distance, or time it had taken occuring as her mind swam further immersed beneath the still resonating orgasm, and revelation of being seen like that, mixing with the endorphins of the exercise itself.

Once she was home Lydia was hyper with activity. Her body buzzed with energy, and she feared just what she might resort to if she stopped having things to do.

Lydia finished cleaning the apartment, one thought came to mind.

Masturbate on the couch until Mary came in with her boyfriend to catch her...

Fleeing with the laundry into the basement, as the washer rumbled to life and Lydia found herself fidgety at a loss of what to do next.

Masturbate on the bench in the laundry room until the neighbours came back for their loads...

Masturbate despite them until the super came...

Shaking her head Lydia fled the laundry room, greeting anyone she passed through the halls, flashes of them being there, watching her fuck the dark figure in her dream.

Her dream... Strangely Lydia felt excited to get to bed tonight.

Coming back into her apartment it was time to cook dinner, a fresh relief to help busy herself from the wandering thoughts.

Mary came in with hardly a hello, hiding away in her room with Mark to study, avoiding her mother after the lingering thoughts all day. As she and Mark tried to study there seemed to be a constant pull away. Teasing touched, a few kisses, an intense and urgent wrestling session to make out as they heard Lydia leave to grab the laundry.

An even more urgent break apart as they heard her return, both of them questioning just what came over them.

All as the Idol glowed ever more malevolently in the next room, its ambience slowly prodding at those within its reach.

Soon Mary was seated for dinner, trying to avert looking at her mother, while she asked how Mark and Mary's day had been and all about their stuff at school. Mary might have found it odd, and strangely intrusive versus her mom's normal discussion with them had she not been so distracted trying not to think about that thought from this morning.

The way it made her fidget, and breath heavier.

Lydia was carrying on conversing, **** for something to distract her from the itch that had only grown in power and potency since she was caught masturbating at the Adult Store.

Eventually, dinner ended, and the dishes served to only distract Lydia for so long... Before she retreated to her room early for herself.

Soon, Lydia was face down, moaning into a pillow, naked on all fours. Her pussy ached as the played with herself, imagining the dark figure was fucking her from behind. Wondering if anyone would find it hot seeing her fucked like this.

Desiring to be found and used.

Unaware of the Idol's growing glow, or the muted passion in the neighbouring room.