When I look up, he’s already halfway out of the store. “Wait!” I run after him, catching him by the arm as he reaches the door. “What is this for? Do you want it sent somewhere?”
“I just want you to do your job, expert.” He winks at me as he pushes his way outside into the sun. I watch him until I can’t see him anymore. This is crazy. I didn’t even get his name. Again. Can I really keep doing this for him? Especially if he won’t tell me what it’s for?
The logical part of me says that I shouldn’t give in. But the other part of me wants to give it just one more try. Partially because I’ve been wanting to try this toy for a while, and I’d be able to try it for free. It seems like a small price to pay—telling him how I used it. Ella abandons the dildos she’s restocking as I ring up the toy. “Can I have him on a platter please?”
I smile. “I know. I’m not even sure he’s real.”
“He’s real all right. Did you see that ass? If I were you I’d get on that as soon as possible.”
“I don’t even know him,” I say. “He’s just a customer.”
“Whatever, girl. The way he’s looking at you, he doesn’t want to be just a customer.”
That thought makes a warm glow go through my chest. She’s not wrong, either. He was looking at me like that. The next time I see him, I swear I’m going to get his name. I can’t fantasize about someone without a name. Okay, fine, I can. But I’d rather know his name. I finish ringing myself up and put the bag in my locker to take home later.
I don’t bother with dinner when I come home this time. Instead I go straight to the bedroom. I’ve been wanting to try this, and I’ve been wet all day just thinking about it. I opened it on my lunch break to charge it so it’s ready to go now that I’m home. There’s a stupid grin on my face as I take it out of the box, fitting one of the silicon attachments to it. The toy uses suction directly on the clit, and judging from the way it felt on my finger when I tested it…well, I can’t wait.
I carefully place the toy against my clit before I turn it on, making sure it’s inside the little silicon vacuum. When I turn it on I am not prepared. The pleasure is immediate, like a shot of pure lust directly into my clit. I bump up the intensity, and my breath is suddenly coming in gasps. Pleasure is rolling through me faster than I thought possible. I feel on the verge of orgasm and it’s only been seconds. I knew this toy made people come fast but I didn’t know it would be this fast.
I bump up the intensity again, and my back arches off the bed as an orgasm explodes through me. My muscles spasm trying to handle the intensity of the sensation, but it doesn’t end. I’m writhing on the bed, at the mercy of a pleasure so fierce I’ve never felt it before. The toy is still sucking at my clit, and before I take a breath, another orgasm crashes in, harder than the first. I feel myself come, heat spiraling through me, focusing on my clit and shattering outward. I swear loudly, feeling wetness splash over my hand and the toy, running down my legs and into the sheets beneath me. It takes me just a second to realize that this is what people mean when they say came so hard that they squirted. Holy shit. That’s never happened before. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this. The toy is still working on my clit, and I can barely think to turn it off. Even after I do I still feel the aftermath of those orgasms. Was it just two? Probably not. It felt like every orgasm I’ve ever had packed into a small space. I’m not sure how long I used that toy, but I think in total it was less than five minutes.
Holy fuck.
My breath is fast and I can feel my heart beating in my chest. The Womanizer—ironically—doesn’t mess around.
It takes me more than a minute to catch my breath and come down from the high. I get up and clean off the toy, still dazed at the power it packed into that orgasm. No wonder everyone is talking about this thing. I came so hard that I have to wash my sheets.
A thought stops me as I’m slipping into some yoga pants. I wonder if he knew?
I wonder if he thought about how hard that little toy would get me off, and I wonder if that’s the reason he chose it. The thought of him imagining me come makes me wet again. Maybe later I’ll see if it’s just as powerful the second time around. What if he’s thinking about me right now? Wondering if I’m using the toy, touching himself while he pictures me. I blush even though I’m alone. If he makes me react this way when he’s fully clothed, I can’t even guess how explosive it would be to see him naked.
What would that toy be like if he used it on me? I have to stop and take a breath, my pussy weeping with brand new arousal. I imagine him leaning over me, gloriously naked, as he presses the device against my clit. He would start slowly, using the lower settings to tease me until I’m squirming, then clicking up the intensity level after level. He would stroke himself while he watched, getting harder with every sound I made. And when I orgasm he wouldn’t stop, keeping the toy on me even when I say that it’s too much, that I can’t come again. Instead he would click the toy higher, bringing on another orgasm until I’m so blind with pleasure I can’t even remember my name. And he would come with me the last time, his cum mixing with mine on the soaked sheets.
Dear god. My panties are already wet again.
If he comes to the store tomorrow, I have to do something. He’s bought me two sex toys that made me come harder than I have in years. I at least want to have coffee with the man. Whatever may or may not happen after coffee…well, I guess I’ll just have to see what happens. And I’d really, really like something to happen.
But then again, I know nothing about him. Is he even single? I mean, I certainly hope so. If he has a girlfriend, asking someone at a sex shop to try toys for you is kind of weird. Unless of course he’s having me try them so he can buy them for her. That thought rings false to me. I like to think that with the way he was looking at me, he was at least a little interested in me. I push down my unease at all the questions I have, and add whether or not he’s single to the information I have to gather.
I spend the rest of the evening finishing up my research on The Pleasure Chest’s inventory. I feel much better about my ability to sell the toys when I know more about them. I don’t know them all as intimately as the two currently in my bedroom, but to do that would cost a fortune that I don’t have. Although not every toy is my cup of tea, at least by researching them I can be competent while selling them.
I stand up and stretch, my shoulders cracking as I reach toward the ceiling. My body feels good—long and open and relaxed. It’s the after effect of really good sex. There’s a smile on my face as I shut my laptop and head towards my bedroom.
4
I can’t stop watching the door. The past couple of days he’s come in in the morning. It’s almost noon and so far, there’s been no sign of him. It makes me nervous, even though there’s no reason I should be. I don’t owe him anything. But I find myself wanting to see him again. I want to see the intensity on his face, and that smile that makes me think he’s going to do deliciously naughty things to me when he gets me alone.
If Ella were here she’d laugh at the number of times I’ve looked up as a customer comes in, only to be disappointed when it’s not him. But Joey is working with me this shift, and he doesn’t notice. Or if he does, he doesn’t say anything.
I’ve kept myself so busy trying not to think about him that the store is spotless. All the stock we’re meant to put out has been priced and shelved. I’ve dusted displays and checked the alphabetization on the DVD section. I feel amped up despite the fact that I haven’t stopped moving since I came in this morning. There’s actually nothing to do now, and I’m standing at the register when I hear the door open again. I fight against my instinct to look at the door, trying desperately not to. But I lose that fight, and I’m glad I do, because it’s him.
He looks amazing today in a black button down and slacks, a more professional look than he’s sported the past couple of days. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face as we lock eyes across the room. He smiles too, a little smirk that makes my stomach flip.
“Hello,” he says as he approaches the counter.
“Hi,” I say, at a loss for any other words. After obsessing about seeing him for the past few hours, you’d think I’d be able to say something better than ‘hi,’ but that’s all my brain gives me.
He leans on the counter again, and I feel my breath catch as he nears. “Do you have a report for me?”
“I do,” I say, laughing. “Is it enough of a report if I say holy fuck that thing is powerful?”
He laughs, a true, deep laugh that goes all the way to my bones and makes me shiver. There’s something about him, an energy that makes me want to be around him. To understand him. I get the same feeling when I encounter something new that I want to research—an overwhelming and driving curiosity to find out what makes something tick. What makes him tick?
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says.