Don and I emerge from the hip restaurant situated in an even hipper area of East London into the bright spring sunshine. I close my eyes, tilt my head back to allow the rays to land fully on my face and pull in a deep breath through my nose. I feel good, and the gorgeous weather only serves to improve my mood further.
I right my head and open my eyes to find Don watching me, a quizzical expression on his face. I smile. “What?”
He shrugs. “Just waiting for you to finish doing… whatever you’re doing.”
“I dunno. Enjoying the sunshine? Taking a moment?”
His eyes full of warmth, he replies, “Whatever it was, I appreciated the opportunity to take a moment to enjoy you. You’re beautiful.”
He opens his arms and I melt into them. We’re almost nose to nose, and the woodsy scent of his cologne wafts up my nostrils. It’s yummy, and makes me a little swoony. “And you’re a charmer.” I plant a kiss on his lips.
“Just telling it how it is.”
Our lips meet again, and this time our kiss is a little longer, more lingering, with some steam, but still appropriate for broad daylight in a corner of one of the world’s busiest cities. Arousal thrums through my veins, but given I can’t do much to sate that arousal right now—not without risking arrest, anyway—I pull back reluctantly, flash him a wide smile, and place my finger on his lips. “Let’s put a pin in that, okay? This is not the time nor the place, but… later, okay?”
My digit still pressed to his plump, soft mouth, he nods emphatically.
I chuckle and drop my hand, pushing my horniness to the back of my mind. “All right. Good. So, what do you want to do now then?”
We came out without a particular plan. Just to spend some leisurely time together, having fun and exploring the city. We’ve checked out some amazing street art, taken in a museum, and had a delicious and slightly boozy lunch. So far, it’s been the perfect day.
Don’s handsome face drops into lines of thought as he twines the fingers of one hand with mine. “Er, I don’t know. I’m not sure what else is around here, to be honest. Shall we just walk…” he turns and assesses our surroundings, then uses his free hand to point in the opposite direction to the one we approached the area from, “that way, and see what we can see? There are bound to be some cool shops around here. Antiques, vintage, crafts… that kind of thing.”
“Sure.” I smile and squeeze his hand, and we start walking. The street is cobbled, the buildings old, and, despite the fact we can hear the hum of traffic from a road or two over, it’s oddly quiet here. A far cry from the pure madness of Oxford Street or Tottenham Court Road. All the charm, but without the crowds. What’s not to love?
We dip into an incredible second-hand bookshop, followed by two equally incredible antique shops, emerging with intriguing finds each time. Bags clutched in our free hands, we continue walking, exchanging glances and smiles as we go.
It’s when I turn away from Don following one of our exchanges and look in front of us that I see it. The bright, feminine colours, the eye-catching logo. What’s that? I squint, hoping to work out what the shop perched enticingly on the corner is selling, but I don’t have any luck.
Not until we’re right in front of it. It being a sex shop. It’s a million miles away from the black-painted, neon-signed establishments in Soho. It seems friendly, inviting, and a thrill of excitement runs through me. I shiver.
This time, Don and I exchange wide-eyed glances with even wider smiles.
“Shall we?” I ask, one eyebrow cocked.
“Do you even have to ask?” He steps over to open the door for me, and seconds later we’re inside.
The place is an airy, light, spacious delight, decorated in pinks and purples, with gorgeous erotic artwork and photography adorning the walls, a section dedicated to books and magazines, and seemingly endless racks of beautiful lingerie. A sign beside the till indicates we’ll find more… intimate items downstairs.
Just then, a gorgeous curvy woman in her forties bustles out of some unseen area, clutching a handful of lacy panties in the most stunning purpley-blue I’ve ever seen.
I can’t help the “Ooooh” that escapes me.
As soon as she spots us, the woman beams. “Hello, lovelies, and welcome. Can I get you a glass of prosecco?”
My eyebrows leap up almost of their own accord. Prosecco, in a sex shop? Where the hell has this place been all my life? I resist the temptation to pinch myself, in case I’m dreaming. “Er… yes, please.”
“And you, sir?” she asks Don.
“Y-yes, please. Thanks.”
“Coming up.” With that, she scurries off.
We take a moment to swallow our surprise, then start exploring the shop. There are other customers, and we smile and nod if and when our eyes meet, but mostly Don and I are in a world of our own. There’s something bewitching about this place, and before I know it we’ve scooped up a basket and made a beeline for the books.
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As we reach the shelves, the lovely lady reappears, clutching two glasses of prosecco. “Here you are. Enjoy. And if there’s anything you need help finding, or you have any questions, just let me or one of the others know. We’re here to help.”
“Thank you,” we chorus.
I take a sip of the bubbly, still a tad bemused at the wonderful realm we seem to have stepped into. Then I swallow, give my head a little shake and return my attention to the books. Don does the same. We’ve soon chosen a couple of sexy reads to enjoy together, and the next time I glance over at Don, he’s perusing the back of a book with a glossy black and red cover, with a stunning leather-clad woman on the front. “Ooh, what’s that?”
He holds it up so I can see it properly. It’s a book about female domination.
I raise my eyebrows, hoping Don sees my reaction more as interest than surprise, when in reality it’s both. “Looks interesting.”
Don quickly peers around to make sure no-one’s close by. “It caught my eye. It reminded me of…” another glance around, “that porno we watched last week. You know, where the woman,” he swallows, looks at me almost pleadingly, begging me to know what he’s talking about, “has a… strap-on and…” He trails off, and shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot, before taking a large gulp of his drink.
I close the space between us, smile, and murmur, “I know the one.” Of course I know the one. It was absolutely as hot as fuck, with a gorgeous woman wearing a strap-on and taking her equally gorgeous man up the arse. It’s popped into my head multiple times since, and I confess I’ve been wondering how to broach the subject of whether we should try something similar ourselves. It seems like it would get both of us off, big time.
Well, if now isn’t the time to bring it up, I don’t know when is. I whisper into his ear, “Is that… something you’re interested in, Don? Me fucking your delicious backside with a lovely hard cock of my very own?”
Don takes another swig of bubbly, swallows hard, then nods. “Y-yes. I-if you’re up for it, so am I.”
I ease the book from his hand and place it in the basket at his feet. “Grab that, gorgeous. Let’s go and see if this place has what we need.”
He wordlessly retrieves the basket and our shopping bags, and we wind our way through the stands and shelves towards the stairs.
Downstairs, things are a little more… in your face. There’s latex and leather galore, and myriad racks hold everything from fluffy handcuffs and heart-shaped spanking paddles to sturdy restraints and vicious-looking whips. And, while there are lots of pretty contraptions in pastel colours and unusual shapes that don’t scream ‘sex toy’, there’s just no subtlety in a massive, flesh-coloured dildo.
Regardless, that’s where we’re headed. Next to the array of dildos in all shapes, colours and sizes is a selection of harnesses—also in multiple colours and sizes. Beside those is a ton of lube. Oh yes, it definitely looks like this place has what we need.
As we stand in front of the display, I peek over at Don to find his eyes practically popping out of his head. He’s even gone a little pale, and I wonder if he’s having second thoughts. In fairness, he is right in front of a silicone monster I’m not sure I could fit in my pussy after a ton of foreplay and a gallon of lube, never mind him taking it in his virgin arsehole. I press my lips together to hide my amusement. It really is enormous—obscenely so. No wonder the blood’s drained from the poor guy’s face.
Taking pity on Don, I gently grasp his arm and lead him towards the less terrifyingly-sized dildos further along the shelving unit. He lets out a sigh, and I feel his muscles relax beneath my fingers as he checks them out.
“What do you think?” I say softly.
He turns to me, his eyes a swirling mass of questions. “Antonia…” He swallows hard. “I think you would look absolutely incredible wearing one of these. Like an absolute fucking goddess. Black leather harness, your cock jutting out, ready to screw me into oblivion. Does that float your boat?”
“Christ, yes,” I say, the arousal that’s been bubbling away beneath the surface since our snog in the street coming back with a vengeance. And that’s just from looking at this stuff, talking about what we might do with it. God knows how horny I’ll be when we actually get on and do it. I’ve toyed with Don’s arse a little in the past, circling it with a finger, pushing the tiniest bit against the tight pucker of flesh, but I’ve never breached it. The thought of strapping on a cock, having it jutting out from my crotch, hard and ready, before sinking it between his perfect buttocks, is mind-blowing.
I take a swallow of my prosecco. “Now we’ve established we’re both into this,” I glance down and smile as I spot the bulge in the crotch of Don’s trousers, “do you want to choose a dildo you like the look of?”
His eyes wide, he stares at me for a moment before shifting his attention to the display. “I, er, well… it’s not just up to me, is it? You’ll be the one using it.”
“Yes,” I murmur, “but you’ll be the one taking it up the arse. I think that gives you considerably more sway in the decision-making process.” As the words leave my mouth, I realise my mistake. Obviously he should have more sway, but he’s terrified. This whole thing is new, scary, and makes him incredibly vulnerable. He’s scared he’ll point out a dildo and get it wrong somehow.
He hasn’t responded, so, despite the fact I know as much about pegging a man as he does, I take pity on him and assume control. “Well,” I say, reaching for what I’d call an ordinary-sized dildo—though of course that’s subjective—and holding it in my hand, “how’s this for starters? It’s nice and firm, not too big, but you’ll still know it’s up there.”
I suspect more out of nerves than anything, Don splutters out a laugh. “I’d know if your little finger was up there, Tone, much less a fake dick.”
I grin. “True, but this was your idea, remember? We don’t have to do anything about it today, if you don’t want to. We can just get ideas, come back some other time. There’s no rush.”
He eyes the flesh-coloured, veiny dong on my palm, then flicks his gaze behind me, to the racks of harnesses, then slowly shakes his head. “No. We’re here now, and,” he stands taller, “I want this. Want you to fuck me like that woman did her bloke in the porno. So let’s choose a dildo, a harness and some lube together, okay?”
“Of course.” I quirk an eyebrow and waggle my hand a little. “So, what do you think? Could you handle this bad boy?”
Don takes the dildo from me and weighs it in his own hand, squeezes it, studies it, assesses it. “I…” he presses his lips together, and a line appears between his eyebrows, “think this one is a really good size, actually. I do want to know it’s up there, after all, otherwise what’s the point?” He meets my eyes. “I know you’ll be careful, know you’ll look after me.”
My heart melting, along with my panties, I lean in and capture his lips in a kiss. Given a sex shop is less public than the street, it’s okay that our embrace lasts longer and gets more heated than it did last time. When we finally break apart, I purr, “Nothing would give me more pleasure than giving you pleasure, my love. Spreading those cheeks, lubing you up, slipping my cock inside, stretching you, stimulating your G-spot…” I fan myself with a hand, aware my face is hot, and it’s not just because of the booze, “fucking hell, Don, my pussy is drenched already, and we haven’t even bought a fucking dildo yet!”
He bites his bottom lip, glances back at the display unit, then at the sex toy in his hand. “We’ve just chosen one, though,” he says with a decisive nod, swapping the display model for a new one in its packaging. “Now we just need to find a suitable harness and some lube.”
The most difficult decision made, we spend some time picking out the other items we need and head back upstairs, where I find the stunning lingerie design the assistant was carrying earlier and add garments in my size to the basket.
After an exchange with the assistant we talked to earlier, where she rings up our purchases, takes payment and tells us to “enjoy” and “come back soon” with an enormous grin on her face, we leave the shop. After taking a few steps down the street, we glance at each other. Something passes between us, some unspoken agreement, then we begin to pick up speed.
We race home in anticipatory silence, take turns in the shower, and before long we’re in the bedroom, me in the stunning purpley-blue lingerie, and Don in smart trousers and a white shirt. We eye-fuck in the mirror as I put the finishing touches to my outfit. Somehow, I just know this is going to be good.
After a hefty amount of kissing and touching on the bed, I slip away and put on the strap-on, settling its thick black straps around my hips, adjusting it so it fits perfectly. The cock now sticks proudly from my crotch, then bobs as I walk back to the bed, clamber on and encourage Don to touch it. He does, then we fall into a haze of lustful kissing, sucking, stroking and fucking—the regular way, but with me wearing the strap-on, which Don embraces, playing with it just as I play with his cock. It’s incredible, horny, and I experience a delicious, powerful orgasm with him deep inside me. It’s utterly heavenly.
Then, finally, the time comes. I lube my lovely fake dick as Don watches, then encourage him onto all fours. The sight of him, naked and vulnerable in front of me, sends a rush of blood to my pussy, and my labia swell even more. I bite my lip, trying to get a hold of myself. I need to have my head in the game here. Neither of us has done this before, and I don’t want to accidentally hurt him. I want this to be good, for him to come harder than he’s ever come before, with my cock up his arse.
I rub my lube-covered shaft up and down his crease, making sure plenty of the slick stuff gets smeared onto his virgin ring.
To my surprise, Don reaches back and grasps the dildo, wordlessly telling me just how ready he is for this. Together, we guide it slowly, carefully inside him, both of us gasping and groaning. I feel on the edge of another climax as I watch my dick disappearing inside Don’s hole—a heady sensation of power running through me. It’s dizzying. I hold Don’s pleasure in my hands, like I never have before. Not this fully, not this completely. He is entirely at my mercy, and it’s hotter than hell.
When he’s ready, he begins to move back onto me, and I watch in wide-eyed wonder as my cock thrusts in and out of his willing backside. I stroke and squeeze his luscious buttocks, his gasps and groans pure music to my ears. He’s clearly loving this, and I am too. I touch and tease my tits, enjoy the friction from the harness against my clit and vulva as Don and I fuck in a whole new way.
After a while, we grow comfortable enough to experiment. Don flips onto his back and I take him that way, luxuriating in being able to stare into his eyes, watch his face. Even better, I can wank him off, too. His cock hard and hot in my hand, I fuck him until his eyes roll back in his head.
It’s in this position he comes, his big, beautiful body supine before me, his legs spread, stroking himself, his gaze on mine. I can’t help grinning as he lets loose, a groan leaving him at the same time spurts of cum land on his stomach, his body jerking and tensing. Something like an electrical current runs through me, and I’m not even the one with a cock up my arse. This is so incredible, I’m lost for words. How have we never done this before?
I slow my thrusts as Don rides out his orgasm, then carefully pull out, snuggle up beside him and kiss him. We can’t seem to stop smiling at each other, lost in post-coital bliss as we are.
“That was amazing,” he whispers breathlessly. “Thank you.”
I might not know how we’ve never done this before, but I do know one thing: we’ll certainly be doing it again.
The End
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