A Visit to an Adult Store

I had my back to him, but I could hear his key turn the deadbolt lock and turned my head to see him flick off all but two dim lights in the store, giving the place an eerie effect.

I was scared. Really not knowing what I might be getting myself into, but I figured that even if he tried anything, I could probably discourage him enough so I could just buy my dildo and leave.

He came up behind me. He was breathing hard, probably because of his age and girth. I felt his belly up against the back of my bare midriff, and his huge, rough hands go to my sensitive shoulders. An odd, sensitive chill went all through me as his mouth got very close to my right ear. I could feel his unkempt moustache as his surprisingly cultured voice whispered to me.

"Gay or straight?"

I couldn't say anything.

"Do you want to look at gay or straight things first?" he asked.

I figured dildos wouldn't be in the straight section, so I croaked out, "Gay, please."

I shimmied my shoulders and he let go, but he put a hairy arm lightly around my bare waist as he guided me to the gay book, video and magazine section. It felt both repulsive and intriguing. A much older man is interested in me, and by the way he was touching me, I was pretty certain he wanted me. But, I certainly didn't want him. I don't know who I'm saving myself for, but it's not this fat, ugly, old giant.

The store was a big place, with an array of videos, books, magazines, lingeree, leather items, handcuffs and yes, dildos. In the back was a curtain marking the now-dark video arcade.

He led me to a display of gay magazines. With my hands on my thin hips, I walked down the aisle, looking at the covers of the magazines showing men doing things I never even contemplated. His eyes were all over me, and I got the feeling he wanted his hands to be, too.

"What's your name, sonny?" he asked.

"R-R-Robin," I said in what I hoped was a carefree manner. "What's yours?"

He didn't answer. He just stood there watching me be uncomfortable.

"What do you see that turns you on most, Robin?" he asked in an almost-professorial way that temporarily eased my nervousness.

"The kissing," I answered. "I guess I get turned on when I see the men kiss each other."

"Come with me, then," he ordered, taking my hand and leading me to the video arcade. It was almost pitch-black there, but he had no trouble finding his way to a fairly small booth. We were forced by the lack of space to stand close together while he took a five-dollar bill from his pocket and fed it into the machine. A heterosexual film came on, but he pressed a button four or five times and stopped when a film showing two young gays kissing came on. I had never seen men kiss before, and I was mesmerized. One of the young men had one hand behind his partner's head and stuck his tongue into the other's mouth. With his other hand, he was pinching the fellow's left nipple. At first, it was hard to tell whether the man being kissed and pinched was in agony or ecstacy, but he soon was moaning in his pleasure and rubbing his hands on his lover's back.

I was turned on, but very nervous.

"I think I'd like to leave now," I said.

My companion was breathing very hard.

"No," he said. "You don't want to leave now."

His huge hands grabbed my soft shoulders. I tried to shimmy away again, but I couldn't. His belly against my trim back pushed me into the wall, and his mouth attacked the nape of my neck. I felt helpless, frightened and yet ... strangely feminine.

"Please don't!" I said as I hunched my shoulder, getting his mouth away from my neck. I turned to face him. "I'm not ready yet. I've never ..."

His bearded, ugly face was red. His breath more labored, and he pressed my body against the wall with his.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said as he grabbed my wrists and held them over my head against the wall. One of his meaty hands then held my thin wrists while the other explored my bare midsection. "You have got to be the best-looking person -- man or woman -- who has ever come in here."

He moved in to kiss me, but I turned my head. He moved my hair out of his way and nuzzled my neck while rubbing my torso with his free hand. His fat belly pressed against my thin one. Everywhere he touched me, my body reacted. His mouth on my neck sent chills all through me. He finally moved his hand up, and gripped my face. Holding my head straight, he kissed me. I struggled, but even at his age, he was much too strong for me. I instinctively closed my eyes, but I could feel his moustache, then his rough lips probing mine. Finally, his tongue invaded my mouth. I could taste the cigar he must have smoked earlier. I was 19 years old, on my first night away from home. An old man had told me I was beautiful and now he had his tongue in my mouth. 

When I finally opened my eyes, his hand wasn't holding my face. It was caressing my bare mid-section. So was his other hand. My arms were no longer against the wall. They had somehow crossed lightly around his neck, giving him unimpeded access to my body.

And I was kissing him back.

The video played on, but its sounds were a blur. I moaned in the back of my throat as he kept kissing me and kissing me. His mouth was wet and demanding. His tongue touching mine felt so erotic. Involuntarily, I writhed my trembling body into his thick torso while his hands despoiled my virgin flesh. His back and shoulders felt unbelievably strong as I ran my fingertips around them. He knew who was in charge ... and so did I. He was my man and I was his ... woman.

Still kissing me, he took my right hand and placed it on his crotch. There was a huge lump there.

"Did I do that?" I asked into his mouth as we kissed. My right shoulder moved forward seductively in response to his touch. I really was feeling the sense of accomplishment women must feel when their man has an erection. I was turning on an older man, and that was turning me on. I was so much smaller than he, so much younger. His gnarled hands and his smoky mouth couldn't get enough of me.

"Look, Robin," he said. I loved the way my name sounded when he spoke it for the first time. "My hands can go completely around your waist and my fingers can touch each other."

It was true. His giant hands had no trouble going around my tiny waist.

"Does that please you?" I asked breathlessly.

He didn't answer. He just drew me into him by my waist and kissed me. First so hard that it took my breath away, then his lips lingered on mine, barely touching them. I leaned back with my arms raised at either side of my head, partly because his belly was pressing at me, but mostly because it felt feminine to be so helpless.

He moved his mouth to my neck. I could feel his rough beard and then his wet tongue and teeth, and my body tingled. I looked over his shoulder at the video screen for the first time in several minutes. One of the men was sucking on the other's organ. It was wet with his saliva and very big and hard. The one doing the sucking seemed to really be enjoying himself. 

Meanwhile, my man's mouth on my neck was making me swoon.

"All this," I murmured in my pleasure, "because I wanted to buy a dildo."

My man smiled for the first time. Then, he suddenly picked me up and carried me out of the video arcade. My arms were around his powerful neck. I found I loved being carried and surrendering control. He carried me over to the lingeree section, holding me with one powerful arm, while with his other hand, he took some clothing off one of the racks. He carried me into a small room near the entrance. It had a desk, a chair, a TV, VCR and a bed. Another door led to a small bathroom. He gently deposited me on the bed, told me he had to get something and said I was to put on the clothes he had taken off the rack.

He left the room. I was out of breath, dazed by what had just occurred. I took off my clothes. He had selected a harem outfit, silky-soft and virtually transparent. Most women couldn't have gotten into it, but it fit me beautifully. The top was worn off-the shoulders and only came down to mid-rib cage. The pants were worn low on the hip ... and had a large slit at the bottom to give access to ... everything.

Doing what I was told, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. My blond hair fell over my bare shoulders. I shimmied them back and forth. I was so pure, so innocent, so sexy!

So much bare, taut, milky-white skin. I ran my hands over my curvy sides. Then I caught sight of my man in the mirror as he put a plastic bag on the table. He caught sight of me, too. He grabbed my soft, bare shoulders from behind -- how did he know how much that turned me on? -- and bit my neck three times. Each time, I squealed, but he was like a man possessed. He finally turned me around, pushed me onto the bed and moved on top of me. He was all over me while kissing me and running his coarse hands over my bare flesh.

"Oh, Oh, Oh!" I cried, almost drowning out his heavy breathing. I had never felt so helpless, so used -- so wanted and desired.