Visiting an adult store :-)
Hi,
A while ago I promised to write about a little shopping trip I once took to an adult store so in case anyone wants to enjoy my embarrassment, here you are, LOL.
Usually I buy online now but I once visited this little shop in Manchester (England), a bit apprehensive at first but it wasn’t as horrid as I expected and wow what a thrill it was being surrounded by all those amazingly sexy things on sale.
There was a man of perhaps about 50yrs old working there and he asked me if I “needed any help” but before I could think what to say he suddenly opened a glass display cabinet behind the counter and handed me a simply outrageous (and huge!) penis-shaped vibrator and asked me if it was “the sort of thing I was looking for”. Omg I nearly died.
I’m sure he was having a bit of fun at my expense and I can laugh about it now but at the time it was incredibly embarrassing (the thing was absolutely enormous!) I held it not knowing quite what to do and I remember some men were in the shop and were looking over no doubt enjoying my predicament.
However I managed to escape the store with my dignity intact, almost intact anyway, lol, so I plucked up courage and went there again another time now I knew what the place was like. I can’t deny it’d been a super thrill to go there especially on my own.
The second time I went the same man was there working and asked me what I was looking for … possibly not recognising me and thankfully NOT handing me a gigantic sextoy this time, LOL.
I just said I was ‘browsing’, there were some rails of clothing and he told me I could try anything on if I wanted and left me to it.
Some of the ‘outfits’ on sale in the store were nice so I thought I’d try something on just to see, the man had said I could after all.
To cut a long story short I was shown to a storeroom at the back of the shop, I remember he said something about the changing cubicles being unavailable for some reason so to use the storeroom instead if I wanted.
I thought nothing of it at the time (naively as it turned out!), the storeroom was full of things for sale in the shop, boxes of adult DVDs, there were shelves with sextoys in boxes but also some other toys just lying there in a small pile, as well as a rail of clothes and other rather outrageous but sexy ‘outfits’.
Anyway, I was left alone to try some of them on ..... omg when I saw myself in the mirror I couldn’t dream of a situation where I could possibly ever wear them but I enjoyed trying things on just for the fun of it.
The room wasn’t large and was absolutely full of things for sale in the store, it was quite overwhelming to be in a room like that but I tried on a pvc dress (which I had to squeeze myself into, lol), even a sort of 'harness' thing which I simply couldn’t resist trying which went round my boobs and felt simply fantastic. I loved it actually.
I remember at one point I picked up a dildo from a shelf just to see how it felt really because it looked rather extraordinary, it was larger and more wonderfully shaped than any I actually owned myself and impossible not to imagine what it’d be like to actually use something quite so big, and it wasn’t even the largest one there!
Ooops I’m going on a bit sorry, so anyway after trying on a number of the outfits I left the storeroom, had a browse round the store and actually bought a vibrator, (not one of the huge ones I’d seen, just a nice simple one which I still have) I thought I should buy something after being allowed to try on those things without having to buy.
But that’s when things took an unexpected turn, as I paid for the toy I saw behind the counter there was a small ‘CCTV’ type screen and I could see it was showing the storeroom where I'd just been.
I immediately realised the man had probably been watching me on the camera the whole time and the idea of using the storeroom rather than the normal changing cubicles was so I would use the storeroom and he could watch without me knowing.
I wondered how many other women had fallen for it but I was too embarrassed to say anything or make a fuss, I paid for my vibrator and left rather quickly …. I know I should’ve said something but I didn’t.
Thankfully I hadn’t done anything bad, although I’d been in just my bra and pants much of the time and had also taken my bra off at one point to try on a couple of the dresses …. I couldn’t believe the man had been watching me the whole time.
I just hoped it hadn’t being recorded and no-one else saw.
So that was my little adventure, sorry it’s not as naughty or exciting as most ‘XH stories’ really.
Although there is a little bit more to it, because I actually visited the same store a third time about a week later.
I went specially because I couldn’t get that “storeroom business” out of my mind, I’d decided IF the same man was there I’d tell him I knew about the cctv camera and see what he said … it turned out he was there but once again I got ‘cold feet’ and didn’t dare bring up the camera thing, the man clearly didn’t recognise me from the week before and once again told me I could use the storeroom to try on anything if I wanted.
Of course by then I was almost certain he’d been watching, and on the spur of the moment I decided to try to tease him if I could, I grabbed some things from a rail and went into the storeroom, trying not to be too obvious or looking up at where I knew the camera was (that was actually the hardest part).
I can't deny I got incredibly excited and absolutely loved every minute … I just let my hair down and ‘went for it’, I got undressed almost certain the man would be watching.
All I could think of was how much I hoped the man was watching, I really really did hope he was, actually it surprised me how excited it made me feel and how turned on I was.
I didn't dare do too much but I was topless most of the time I was in there and it was wonderful knowing he was probably sort of spying on me thinking I didn't know, I made a point of posing in front of a large mirror so as the man would see my reflection in it.
I also picked up some of the dildos and vibrators that weren’t in boxes and pretended to be deciding if I wanted one ... just holding them of course, nothing more!
One thing that I think made me braver was I knew the man wouldn’t dare admit he’d been watching because he’d get into trouble, so I knew I could do almost anything I wanted (within reason!) and he wouldn’t say anything. OMG that got me going it really did.
Afterwards when I came out of the storeroom I simply HAD to find out whether he’d been watching or not, I couldn’t go behind the counter to see the screen but what really convinced me was a comment he made before I left, it was something about me being “welcome to come back anytime” but also about there being “plenty to keep me busy in there” (or something like that), and he pointed towards the storeroom.
There was no doubt in my mind what he was referring to, I knew then he’d been watching everything, and I really think the “plenty to keep me busy” comment was about the sextoys which he must’ve seen me looking at.
I was almost sure he was hinting that I could “use” some of them in the storeroom if I wanted …. no doubt hoping I would and he could secretly watch, although of course he didn’t say so.
Sorry to disappoint anyone reading this but I didn’t dare go back despite being more than a little tempted.
Hope this doesn’t sound TOO bad of me but I really did think about it lots, about going back again I mean, but mostly about whether I’d ever be brave enough to dare use one of those toys in the storeroom of an adult store, to masturbate surrounded by all those things, knowing the store manager would almost certainly be watching.
I’m not sure why but there was something wonderfully erotic about the idea that I couldn’t get out of my mind, I was seeing a guy at the time but never told him anything about it, not even that I’d been to an adult store never mind what’d happened there.
I probably shouldn’t admit this part but following my visits I sometimes fantasised at home imagining myself there and what might happen. I would lie on the bed getting more and more aroused as I imagined myself dressed in one of those naughty outfits, using a toy while the man watched on the camera, sometimes I even thought about him coming into the storeroom and using a toy on me. If I was in a very naughty mood I pictured the store owner bringing some of the shop customers into the room too, to “play” … they would be the rather ‘sleazy’ types of men I’d seen in the store and they would make rude comments before joining in themselves, sometimes using dildos from the shelves on me … sometimes someone would hold me down while someone else used a vibrator inside me and I couldn’t stop them.
It's funny but I felt I knew I shouldn't be there but didn't want to leave if that makes sense.
I would imagine the men taking photos of me on their phones as they "played with me", the store owner telling me it was my own fault for being there and I always got the feeling if I didn’t let the men do what they wanted they would tell people what I’d been doing, tell my friends or perhaps people at my work. It didn’t make total sense but that’s what I sometimes fantasised about happening.
It’s probably terrible of me to admit this but when I thought of those ‘sleazy men’ in the store I would usually picture them as being really dirty old men, the ones I’d actually seen in the store had been dressed normally of course but in my fantasies they’d all be wearing long coats which they’d open and they were naked underneath, always they were erect and would make me hold and masturbate them while they used the toys on me. Sometimes I had to do it to two men at once.
I have to admit I would occasionally fantasise about even MORE that that happening, that the men would not only use the sextoys but would also have sex with me in that little room and I’d even have to ‘thank them’ when they finished!
I always felt I had to do whatever they said so they wouldn’t tell anyone I’d gone to an adult store on my own, I know it was a silly reason which doesn’t really make sense but that was what I fantasised about.
Afterwards I would leave and have to walk past the same men in the store as they grabbed at me, at my breasts and under my skirt, making jokes about me and calling me the most dirty names imaginable, sometimes showing me the photos they’d taken of me and telling me I HAD to return the following evening or people would “find out”.
Sometimes in my dreams I imagined seeing DVDs in the shop with ME on the cover, films of what’d happened in that storeroom … it was all a fantasy of course but seemed SO real.
It usually finished with the shop owner saying I should return the following evening, and always in my fantasy I said I would, knowing it would all start again and a group of sleazy old men would be waiting for me but also knowing I simply couldn’t say no.
It was bad of me but I would usually masturbate with one of my small collection of toys (I have 5 or 6) while I fantasiced about all those things, carring on until I made myself orgasm, sometimes more than once
So anyway I can't believe how aroused it made me thinking that way, I don’t even know why really. But you know how dreams can be sometimes, they can be extremely graphic can’t they?!
I know I shouldn’t write about those things but I won’t deny I loved how that fantasy made me feel, there was simply something about going to that adult store and the feeling of being in that storeroom … although perhaps I shouldn’t think TOO much about the rest of the fantasy or about the ‘customers’ and what I imagined them doing.
Very occasionally I still think of it actually.
But in the end I didn’t go back to the adult store after my third visit, partly because I was worried the owner would realise I knew he’d been watching and might think I wanted him to “join in himself”, which unlike in my fantasy I didn’t want, I only wanted to tease him.
I’d better not give the adult stores’ name now just in case it’s still there but I’m sure guys reading this probably know what those places are like, although for a woman I promise it’s a bit different experience. I don’t consider myself easily embarrassed but it was hard not to be that first visit.
But it was fun, no harm done despite the camera thing and it’s nice to be able to tell you now. And if anyone’s wondering yes I still have the vibrator I bought and it’s still as nice as the day I got it :-)
Oops I’ve gone on much too long haven’t I? Sorry.
Paula xx
A while ago I promised to write about a little shopping trip I once took to an adult store so in case anyone wants to enjoy my embarrassment, here you are, LOL.
Usually I buy online now but I once visited this little shop in Manchester (England), a bit apprehensive at first but it wasn’t as horrid as I expected and wow what a thrill it was being surrounded by all those amazingly sexy things on sale.
There was a man of perhaps about 50yrs old working there and he asked me if I “needed any help” but before I could think what to say he suddenly opened a glass display cabinet behind the counter and handed me a simply outrageous (and huge!) penis-shaped vibrator and asked me if it was “the sort of thing I was looking for”. Omg I nearly died.
I’m sure he was having a bit of fun at my expense and I can laugh about it now but at the time it was incredibly embarrassing (the thing was absolutely enormous!) I held it not knowing quite what to do and I remember some men were in the shop and were looking over no doubt enjoying my predicament.
However I managed to escape the store with my dignity intact, almost intact anyway, lol, so I plucked up courage and went there again another time now I knew what the place was like. I can’t deny it’d been a super thrill to go there especially on my own.
The second time I went the same man was there working and asked me what I was looking for … possibly not recognising me and thankfully NOT handing me a gigantic sextoy this time, LOL.
I just said I was ‘browsing’, there were some rails of clothing and he told me I could try anything on if I wanted and left me to it.
Some of the ‘outfits’ on sale in the store were nice so I thought I’d try something on just to see, the man had said I could after all.
To cut a long story short I was shown to a storeroom at the back of the shop, I remember he said something about the changing cubicles being unavailable for some reason so to use the storeroom instead if I wanted.
I thought nothing of it at the time (naively as it turned out!), the storeroom was full of things for sale in the shop, boxes of adult DVDs, there were shelves with sextoys in boxes but also some other toys just lying there in a small pile, as well as a rail of clothes and other rather outrageous but sexy ‘outfits’.
Anyway, I was left alone to try some of them on ..... omg when I saw myself in the mirror I couldn’t dream of a situation where I could possibly ever wear them but I enjoyed trying things on just for the fun of it.
The room wasn’t large and was absolutely full of things for sale in the store, it was quite overwhelming to be in a room like that but I tried on a pvc dress (which I had to squeeze myself into, lol), even a sort of 'harness' thing which I simply couldn’t resist trying which went round my boobs and felt simply fantastic. I loved it actually.
I remember at one point I picked up a dildo from a shelf just to see how it felt really because it looked rather extraordinary, it was larger and more wonderfully shaped than any I actually owned myself and impossible not to imagine what it’d be like to actually use something quite so big, and it wasn’t even the largest one there!
Ooops I’m going on a bit sorry, so anyway after trying on a number of the outfits I left the storeroom, had a browse round the store and actually bought a vibrator, (not one of the huge ones I’d seen, just a nice simple one which I still have) I thought I should buy something after being allowed to try on those things without having to buy.
But that’s when things took an unexpected turn, as I paid for the toy I saw behind the counter there was a small ‘CCTV’ type screen and I could see it was showing the storeroom where I'd just been.
I immediately realised the man had probably been watching me on the camera the whole time and the idea of using the storeroom rather than the normal changing cubicles was so I would use the storeroom and he could watch without me knowing.
I wondered how many other women had fallen for it but I was too embarrassed to say anything or make a fuss, I paid for my vibrator and left rather quickly …. I know I should’ve said something but I didn’t.
Thankfully I hadn’t done anything bad, although I’d been in just my bra and pants much of the time and had also taken my bra off at one point to try on a couple of the dresses …. I couldn’t believe the man had been watching me the whole time.
I just hoped it hadn’t being recorded and no-one else saw.
So that was my little adventure, sorry it’s not as naughty or exciting as most ‘XH stories’ really.
Although there is a little bit more to it, because I actually visited the same store a third time about a week later.
I went specially because I couldn’t get that “storeroom business” out of my mind, I’d decided IF the same man was there I’d tell him I knew about the cctv camera and see what he said … it turned out he was there but once again I got ‘cold feet’ and didn’t dare bring up the camera thing, the man clearly didn’t recognise me from the week before and once again told me I could use the storeroom to try on anything if I wanted.
Of course by then I was almost certain he’d been watching, and on the spur of the moment I decided to try to tease him if I could, I grabbed some things from a rail and went into the storeroom, trying not to be too obvious or looking up at where I knew the camera was (that was actually the hardest part).
I can't deny I got incredibly excited and absolutely loved every minute … I just let my hair down and ‘went for it’, I got undressed almost certain the man would be watching.
All I could think of was how much I hoped the man was watching, I really really did hope he was, actually it surprised me how excited it made me feel and how turned on I was.
I didn't dare do too much but I was topless most of the time I was in there and it was wonderful knowing he was probably sort of spying on me thinking I didn't know, I made a point of posing in front of a large mirror so as the man would see my reflection in it.
I also picked up some of the dildos and vibrators that weren’t in boxes and pretended to be deciding if I wanted one ... just holding them of course, nothing more!
One thing that I think made me braver was I knew the man wouldn’t dare admit he’d been watching because he’d get into trouble, so I knew I could do almost anything I wanted (within reason!) and he wouldn’t say anything. OMG that got me going it really did.
Afterwards when I came out of the storeroom I simply HAD to find out whether he’d been watching or not, I couldn’t go behind the counter to see the screen but what really convinced me was a comment he made before I left, it was something about me being “welcome to come back anytime” but also about there being “plenty to keep me busy in there” (or something like that), and he pointed towards the storeroom.
There was no doubt in my mind what he was referring to, I knew then he’d been watching everything, and I really think the “plenty to keep me busy” comment was about the sextoys which he must’ve seen me looking at.
I was almost sure he was hinting that I could “use” some of them in the storeroom if I wanted …. no doubt hoping I would and he could secretly watch, although of course he didn’t say so.
Sorry to disappoint anyone reading this but I didn’t dare go back despite being more than a little tempted.
Hope this doesn’t sound TOO bad of me but I really did think about it lots, about going back again I mean, but mostly about whether I’d ever be brave enough to dare use one of those toys in the storeroom of an adult store, to masturbate surrounded by all those things, knowing the store manager would almost certainly be watching.
I’m not sure why but there was something wonderfully erotic about the idea that I couldn’t get out of my mind, I was seeing a guy at the time but never told him anything about it, not even that I’d been to an adult store never mind what’d happened there.
I probably shouldn’t admit this part but following my visits I sometimes fantasised at home imagining myself there and what might happen. I would lie on the bed getting more and more aroused as I imagined myself dressed in one of those naughty outfits, using a toy while the man watched on the camera, sometimes I even thought about him coming into the storeroom and using a toy on me. If I was in a very naughty mood I pictured the store owner bringing some of the shop customers into the room too, to “play” … they would be the rather ‘sleazy’ types of men I’d seen in the store and they would make rude comments before joining in themselves, sometimes using dildos from the shelves on me … sometimes someone would hold me down while someone else used a vibrator inside me and I couldn’t stop them.
It's funny but I felt I knew I shouldn't be there but didn't want to leave if that makes sense.
I would imagine the men taking photos of me on their phones as they "played with me", the store owner telling me it was my own fault for being there and I always got the feeling if I didn’t let the men do what they wanted they would tell people what I’d been doing, tell my friends or perhaps people at my work. It didn’t make total sense but that’s what I sometimes fantasised about happening.
It’s probably terrible of me to admit this but when I thought of those ‘sleazy men’ in the store I would usually picture them as being really dirty old men, the ones I’d actually seen in the store had been dressed normally of course but in my fantasies they’d all be wearing long coats which they’d open and they were naked underneath, always they were erect and would make me hold and masturbate them while they used the toys on me. Sometimes I had to do it to two men at once.
I have to admit I would occasionally fantasise about even MORE that that happening, that the men would not only use the sextoys but would also have sex with me in that little room and I’d even have to ‘thank them’ when they finished!
I always felt I had to do whatever they said so they wouldn’t tell anyone I’d gone to an adult store on my own, I know it was a silly reason which doesn’t really make sense but that was what I fantasised about.
Afterwards I would leave and have to walk past the same men in the store as they grabbed at me, at my breasts and under my skirt, making jokes about me and calling me the most dirty names imaginable, sometimes showing me the photos they’d taken of me and telling me I HAD to return the following evening or people would “find out”.
Sometimes in my dreams I imagined seeing DVDs in the shop with ME on the cover, films of what’d happened in that storeroom … it was all a fantasy of course but seemed SO real.
It usually finished with the shop owner saying I should return the following evening, and always in my fantasy I said I would, knowing it would all start again and a group of sleazy old men would be waiting for me but also knowing I simply couldn’t say no.
It was bad of me but I would usually masturbate with one of my small collection of toys (I have 5 or 6) while I fantasiced about all those things, carring on until I made myself orgasm, sometimes more than once
So anyway I can't believe how aroused it made me thinking that way, I don’t even know why really. But you know how dreams can be sometimes, they can be extremely graphic can’t they?!
I know I shouldn’t write about those things but I won’t deny I loved how that fantasy made me feel, there was simply something about going to that adult store and the feeling of being in that storeroom … although perhaps I shouldn’t think TOO much about the rest of the fantasy or about the ‘customers’ and what I imagined them doing.
Very occasionally I still think of it actually.
But in the end I didn’t go back to the adult store after my third visit, partly because I was worried the owner would realise I knew he’d been watching and might think I wanted him to “join in himself”, which unlike in my fantasy I didn’t want, I only wanted to tease him.
I’d better not give the adult stores’ name now just in case it’s still there but I’m sure guys reading this probably know what those places are like, although for a woman I promise it’s a bit different experience. I don’t consider myself easily embarrassed but it was hard not to be that first visit.
But it was fun, no harm done despite the camera thing and it’s nice to be able to tell you now. And if anyone’s wondering yes I still have the vibrator I bought and it’s still as nice as the day I got it :-)
Oops I’ve gone on much too long haven’t I? Sorry.
Paula xx
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