A visit to an adult store.

An hour later found us parked outside the adult shop on Munroe street, there were seven or eight other cars parked there. I was nervous, Mark had told me I should wear a tank top and a skirt so that if I wanted to do anything it was easy.

So, there I was in the car with Mark, wearing heels, a black tank top and a denim skirt. No underwear no nothing. I was breathing heavily, I was nervous.

“Hey,” Mark interrupted my thoughts, “We are just here to look, if you find something you like, you have all the permissions you need to do whatever you want.” He put his hand on my bare leg, “If you don’t see anything you like, we leave.”

I nodded; his touch was reassuring., “Let’s go before I chicken out.” I said and opened the door.

The night was cold, and I hadn’t worn a jacket, immediately my nipples hardened, mark noticed almost as soon as he took my hand, “Excited or cold?” he asked me.

“Both,” I said honestly. “My boyfriend is taking me to an adult store to potentially play with strangers’ cocks.” I said.

“And or be brutally **** as is your hidden fantasy.” I felt weak in the legs.

Inside the store it was clean and simple, though there was a lot of stuff hanging from the ceiling so you couldn’t see far across the isles, maybe it was that way to hide the identity of the perverts. perverts like me. I could see some bondage gear hanging from the ceiling and a dvd rack, I was a little surprised that in today’s day people still hired dvds.

Mark led me down the walkway past the front counter which was manned by a fat white guy, I felt like it was all so cliché. As I walked towards the back of the store I looked around. There were a number of other guys in here, black, white, hispanic. They were watching me, some more subtly than others. I felt like I was prey to their needs and I was loving it.

We went through the door which said ‘Booths’ into a long hallway, both sides were lined with doors, little LED lights indicated if they were occupied, most of them weren’t. We walked down the hallway with Mark opening the unoccupied doors on either side, quickly looking for glory holes. As he was I noticed a man looking down the hallway from the shop, watching us.

Towards the end of the hallway Mark started to have some luck. One of the rooms we considered stopping at had a hole you could fit a fist through on each side. A couple of doors further was one which had a larger hold at about chest height. “Tit ****.” Mark whispered to me. Another had a hole which I could have put my head through, scribbled above the hole was the words, ‘want to be face fucked?’ The next room was the other side of that hole, hanging on the wall there was an apparatus, I didn’t know what it was for. “It’s to lock someone’s head in place, so they couldn’t pull back.

At the end of the hallway they stopped all pretence of these rooms being about watching videos. On had a hole which I could basically fit my arse though. Another had a hole which would put the top half of my body in one booth and the bottom half in another.

“So, you want to try a booth?” Mark asked.