The Girl In The (Sex) Shop

Her face between my legs, those eyes looking up at me as she licked and sucked

Sex toys.

My friends discussed them constantly.

All my magazines had at least one feature on them.

They even began appearing on daytime TV.

Pressured and desperate to fit in, I went shopping.

I didn’t want anything arriving through the post for my family to find, so I took the train to the city after researching a fashionable sex shop online.

The place wasn’t difficult to find – this was the easy part.

The hard part was walking in.

It took me over ten minutes to build the courage – circling like some embarrassed teenager buying their first condoms.

When there were no customers in the shop and a minimum number of passers-by, I darted in.

I didn’t see her as I walked through the shop towards the back.

I kept my head down through the lingerie and wigs.

Made zero eye contact with the staff past the massage oil and whips.

I only looked up when I reached my goal: the back wall and the sex toys it displayed.

There were so many, and in those brief seconds, I started to panic.

This was a bad idea, I thought.

Feeling out of place and suddenly needing a drink, I turned to leave.

And then, out of nowhere, there she was – my pussy’s Fairy Godmother.

Short, smiling, and with confidently dyed red hair.

Her young smile wore slick lipstick, and the rest of her makeup was perfect.

Her pre-programmed “Can I help?” did little to ease my embarrassment.

My face was as red as her hair.

I muttered that I was fine, hoping she would leave me alone with my shame, but this didn’t happen.

Reaching out, she gently touched my arm and spoke softly, almost purring.

“It’s OK,” she said. “It can all be a little overwhelming at first.”

A huge part of me still wanted to leave, but she transfixed me.

Her hair screamed for attention, but it was her eyes that had me.

I was mesmerized and followed her gaze as it drifted back to the wall.

Back to large wands and veiny plastic cocks.

At that point, I would have taken anything she suggested – but she ignored all the above.

She reached down and picked up a tiny black box.

A tiny black box with a small purple metallic bullet vibrator inside.

“I would recommend this,” she said. “I like it. It’s discreet and all you need.” She kept smiling, then added the line I will never forget:

“I put it to the side of my clit. It takes time, but when it goes… wow.”

I stood there.

Face flushing.

Pussy flushing.

In an instant, I wasn’t in a trendy sex shop – I was in her bedroom.

Watching her slender fingers holding the small vibrator next to the side of her clit.

Watching her face tense.

Watching her come.

I semi-snapped out of my erotic haze as she passed me the box, our fingers making brief contact. “Let me know if you need anything else,” she said, and then left me with another nipple-tingling smile.

Now, in porn and fiction, this is where I pay at the till, and she slips me her number.

This is where, later that evening, we fall into bed together – swimming among tongues and sex toys.

Where she makes me come again, and again, and again.

But this didn’t happen.

By the time I had composed myself enough to approach the till, she was gone. Nowhere to be seen.

My pussy’s Fairy Godmother disappearing into thin air.

I paid and hunted down a bar for a well-deserved drink.

Arriving home slightly drunk in the early afternoon, I found the house empty.

I had spent the train ride thinking about my red-haired fantasy girl and the tiny box in my bag.

I was ready to play.

I left my clothes on, only removing my tights and panties after unpacking my new toy.

With my eyes closed and thinking of her, I turned the vibe on its lowest setting.

It was so intense at first, like an electric shock to my sensitive clit.

I nearly gave up – but then my imagination got involved, and she was there next to me, instructing me again:

“I put it to the side of my clit. It takes time, but when it goes… wow.”

I closed my eyes even tighter and imagined her there – stroking my arm like she did in the shop, before kissing down my body.

Then, her face between my legs, those eyes looking back up at me as she licked and sucked.

In that moment, I had my first orgasm in almost two years.

A powerful, intense orgasm – the vibrator and my imagination working perfectly together.

I showered and put the toy at the back of my underwear drawer, where it now lives.

But when it comes out, it never comes out alone.

My red-haired goddess is always there.

Guiding me.

Reassuring me.

Making me come.

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