A little chime on the door jingled as I stepped inside. I had been there before, usually to rent porn DVDs or browse toys and lingerie. It wasn't a very large shop, but it had an impressive selection of adult toys, and that was where I was headed.
"Just so you know," said a voice from behind the register, "we're closing in ten minutes." The cashier's voice surprised me because I'd never seen a woman working there before. The sole employee was usually one of two men, either a heavy-set guy in his fifties or a tall guy in his thirties with light brown hair. In fact I don't think I'd ever seen a woman in the place at all.
"Okay, thanks," I said as I inspected their toy section. They had a nice variety of vibrators, dildos, restraints, and other fun stuff. I found a small but very cute waterproof vibrator that perfectly matched the tile in our shower, and I took it off of the shelf to get a closer look. At $17.95, the price was right, but the cost and the color wouldn't matter if it didn't make me cum.
"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked as she stepped out from behind the counter.
I was starting to feel rushed. Yes, I knew they were closing in ten minutes when I got to the store, but I didn't need to be reminded of the fact that she was obviously in a hurry for me to leave so that she could get out of there. The last thing I wanted to do was select the wrong vibrator. I hate feeling like I have to decide right away. I decided to leave and come back the next day, when I would have much more time to browse.
The smell of sandalwood filled my nose as the cashier came up behind me. She repeated her earlier question. "I'm looking for a waterproof vibrator," I said, and when I turned around to address her I was stunned. She was cute and curvy, with dark, pretty hair and bright, dazzling eyes. I wouldn't go so far as to say that she seemed out of place working there, but she was much more appealing than either of the two guys, even the handsome thirtysomething guy who liked to flirt with me when he rang me up.
I regained my composure and started again: "I'm looking for a waterproof vibrator, something that can be gentle when I need it to be gentle, but strong when I'm ready to get off. It also has to be durable because I'll be using it a lot. Do you know if this one is any good?" I've never been shy when it comes to talking about masturbation, certainly not when I'm shopping for a vibrator.
She took the package from my hand and examined it. "I don't recommend this one", she said. "I find that it's just not strong enough for what I need. There's one over here that I think will be better for you." She took a larger, much more elaborate-looking vibrator off the shelf. "This one is much better. I actually have one of these at home and it never leaves me unsatisfied or runs out of batteries before the job is done. It's got a rotating shaft with eight different speeds and rhythms. And this part here" - she gestured to a small extension of the toy that protruded from the shaft - "will do wonderful things to your clit."
I was interested. The toy sounded good, and the best part was that it was the exact same color as the other one. But I still wasn't convinced, and I think she could tell. When she took my hand in hers, an electric charge shot through my body. She led me to a door in the back of the store. Inside was a small break room. Fluorescent lights illuminated a formica table and four folding metal chairs. "I'm not supposed to do this," she told me, "but if you want to take it for a test drive you can."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I stepped up on one of the chairs and from there I climbed onto the table and lay down on my back. I was about to ask her to hand me the toy when I felt her pulling my jeans off of me without unbuttoning them. My panties followed, and then I felt her soft lips on my thighs. Her kisses were tender and warm, pleasant but without tongue, and my longing to feel her mouth where I wanted it most was interrupted by the steady buzz of the vibrator. I was already very wet. Her fingers opened me up, and the toy followed, slipping inside of me with ease. As I felt it rotating, the small extension reached my clit and sent me soaring.
My saleslady held the toy in place and leaned against my body, her lips finally meeting mine. I opened my mouth to hers, tasting her tongue as it snaked in and out. She kissed me furiously, hungrily, her free hand kneading my breasts through my clothes. At the same time, the vibrator continued to work its magic, the shaft filling me while the clit stimulator hummed reliably.
Climax snuck up on me. I found myself wanting to tell her that I was cumming, but when she felt me speak she just kissed me deeper. Pleasure and delight crashed through my body like surf rolling over the beach. She finally took her mouth off of mine and sucked on my neck as I moaned with my orgasm. When I had calmed down she took the toy away. "I'll take it," I said breathlessly.
She slid my panties back up my hips, and then helped me get my jeans back on. She kissed me sweetly and we left the break room. While she was ringing me up I noticed that the sign in the window had already been turned to "Closed".
"With tax, that comes to seventy-eight eighteen," she said.
Ouch. I knew it wasn't going to be as cheap as the first one I had seen, but almost eighty dollars was a lot to spend on an impulse vibrator. I batted my eyes as seductively as I knew how and asked, "Is there an open box discount?"