Full Service at the Sex Shop

"Oh, and remember.... we're out of lube" my girlfriend announced as she rushed off to work as I happily dozed away, half awake. "Ok," I chuckled. I knew exactly what she was referring to. I had tried to force my cock into her arse the other night (quite unsuccessfully, I might add) without such a slippery aid and we were meeting up with our fuck buddy in the week, who has a tendency to get a little nervous and dry on us, despite loving a bit of ass play herself.

"Sure, I have to go to Tesco's anyway," I groaned. I fell back to sleep as the cat watched and waited for me to rise. I climbed out of bed an hour or so later and after a few cups of tea and a check on the Big Brother housemates on the live feed on E4, I ventured out into sunny West London.

I past the fire station and the shopping centre. As I did the same for Ann Summers, I stopped. I was drawn to both the pumping, soulful RnB and the sight of the male security guard nodding his head along to the beats. I turned on my heels and headed inside, walking past the displays of new line lingerie to the back of the shop.

The girl on the desk greeted me with a very excited ‘hello', one that any five star hotel would be proud of. She seemed surprised at my confidence as I strode in quite contented and relaxed and gave me the look. The one that speaks volumes every time I walk into somewhere similar. It said to me that she was used to guys cowering in a corner or watching awkwardly around them as their girlfriends pottered around quite happily, pondering on what the large plastic lengths would do that their other halves couldn't. She raised her eyebrow at this and smiled an extra time as I passed her. Dressed demurely in black t-shirt and black jeans, I caught a fleeting glance of her rear, which was an ass any booty girl would be proud of. She had perky little breasts under her t-shirt and her hair in dreads and looked a bit like Halle Berry. Just my cup of tea.

I walked by and stopped at their selection of toys and started burrowing through the different types of lube, a task that has become more and more like ordering a coffee in Starbucks everytime I visit. I'm a pretty simple man. I'm satisfied with good old ‘Slide and Ride' like most but I always find myself mezmerized by the choice. Now there is stamina gel, orgasm gel, cock rub, pussy rub, dick lick, tingle heat, nipple dust and even strawberry and kiwi Juicy Lube . Now there is something for every discerning palate.

I saw out of the corner of my eye, her watching me. She debated whether to come and offer her help but stopped when she entered. Another girl, more coffee coloured than her darker friend, bolted from a door behind me. I turned instantly as I heard the sound of fuck me heels on the hardwood floor. She was carrying a box of smalls but the other sight she was carrying was more than evident.