BP REPOST: Moving Day (INTERR,F-SOLO,EXHIB,VOY,M-SOLO,MF,M+F,NC) (1/4)
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"Where the hell are the movers?" Andrea muttered to herself as she made
what felt like the millionth circuit around her condo, checking to make
sure she hadn't forgotten to pack anything. She'd been in DC for 6
years now, first as an undergraduate, then as a graduate student, and
she was ready to go!
For the most part, the entire experience had been miserable. Born to a
family with ties to Kentucky that went back to its original settlement,
Andrea went north because her father believed that being schooled in a
city like Washington or New York would round her out and make her a
more capable manager once he brought her aboard as a director with his
company. There was no way she was going to college in New York; just
the thought of that city scared her silly. She thought that going to
college in Washington would be a lot like going to school in Kentucky.
After all, it was right next to Virginia wasn't it?
She soon found out how wrong she'd been. Most of the students were as
wealthy as she was, but few were as bright. There was also a large
population of kids from other countries who had been sent there to be
exposed to American culture. The overweight, bookish little southerner
never quite fit in with either group. Her suggestions to go sight
seeing were ridiculed by her classmates, and whenever she ventured out
on her own she was bothered and bullied by street people. At the end of
her first semester, she begged her father to let her transfer to a
school back home, or at least to one in Georgia or North Carolina. He
refused, but bought her a condo and a car to help ease her pain.
Senior year, with the end to her misery in sight, her father threw her
a new curve; he wanted her to attend business school in Washington
also. His company was growing overseas, and several schools with
excellent international business programs were located there. Again she
cried and begged, but in the end, he got his way, and she got a bigger
condo and a larger car for her troubles.
Resigned, Andrea threw herself into her studies and exercise. When she
wasn’t in the library, she was in the gym or outside jogging. She
quickly worked her way to the top of her class, and by the middle of
her second year, she'd managed to reduce herself from a size 14 to a
size 4.
The drastic weight loss came with an unexpected bonus; Andrea's
although technically smaller, became much more prominent. Originally a
36C, her bra size now measured an amazing 32E. At 5'3", her tits
attracted a lot more attention now then they had when she'd been fat.
All her life, her blue eyes had been her best feature; now they were a
distant second.
As an undergraduate, she’d developed into a real bitch. With her new
looks, her attitude grew even worse. Scarred by the last five years,
she wanted nothing to do with anyone on campus, and went out of her way
to crucify anyone stupid enough to ask her out on a date.
Unfortunately (for her), the constant exercise made her constantly
horny. Still a virgin, sex was a huge mystery to her. She hadn't
grown up in a household where you could talk openly with your parents
once you felt your first tingle. In fact, the only boy that'd ever
kissed her was her senior prom date, and that had been obligatory
because she paid for everything.
By the end of her second year of business school, it seemed that all
she could think of was sex, or at least what she imagined it would be
like. Often, she would wake up in the morning with her pussy damp and
sticky, and would dash into the bathroom to take the first of 2
or 3 cold showers that day.
Last week Andrea reached a boiling part, and decided give in. Driving 2
hours into Maryland, almost to the Pennsylvania state line, she located
a library and quickly flipped through the telephone book until she
located the section for adult bookstores. She wrote down the telephone
number of the first one she found and called for directions from her
car.
Nervous that she might be recognized, Andrea parked three blocks away
and, donning sunglasses and a baseball cap, walked quickly to the
store. Inside, she removed the sunglasses so she could see in the dim
light better.
"Can I help you?" a voice asked from above her, causing her to jump.
She looked up and saw a grizzled old man staring down at her from behind
a counter, his gaze lingering just a little too long over her tits
before returning to her face.
"No thank you," she said in a small voice. "I'm just looking."
The man shrugged and went back to reading his book, but only after
taking one last leer.
She wandered up and down the aisles, amazed at all of the kinks and
perversions displayed on the shelves. There were books and movies about
every subject imaginable, and more implements than she actually knew
what to do with. She stopped in an aisle filled with rubber penises,
displayed in a variety of shapes, sizes and colors. She picked up a
green one that was as long as her arm with a tip as big as her fist and
studied it, examining every ridge and wrinkle.
"That's a little big for you, don't you think?"
Andrea let out a shout, whipping her head around in the direction of
the voice. It belonged to a smirking redheaded woman dressed in
business attire.
"It's not for...I mean, I don't need...I wasn't," she stammered as the
woman's smirk turned into a genuine smile.
"Relax, honey. I was only kidding," the woman said in soothing voice.
Andrea turned bright red and returned the dildo to the shelf, backing
slowly out of the aisle.
"Hey," the woman said, reaching out and pulling her back toward the
racks, "I wasn't trying to spoil your fun!"
Andrea tried halfheartedly to pull free. "Ma'am, please leave me be.
Don't make a scene; I'm embarrassed enough."
Her protests only made the woman pull more firmly. "I'll bet you've
never even seen one before, have you?"
Andrea stared down at her shoes and shook her head.
"That's what I thought!"
As Andrea blushed a deep red, the woman laughed out loud. Even the man
behind the counter chuckled.
"Let's see," she said, studying the assortment for several minutes
before pulling one off a hook. "This ought to do. I keep one like this
in my desk for emergencies. It's good for a start, but after a while, I
need more,” she said, handing a compact white dildo to Andrea that was
6" long and 2" around.
Andrea took it without meeting the woman's eyes. However, the woman's
next question made her snap her head up and stare at her in disbelief.
"Have you ever seen anybody use one?" she asked casually.
Andrea couldn’t even speak. She just stared at the woman, her mouth
agape. The woman sighed and took her by the wrist.
"Come on then,” she said. "These things don’t really come with an
instruction manual."
Still stunned, Andrea mutely let herself be led to the back of the
store and a corridor lined with closed doors. The woman studied each of
them for a second before finally opening one and going inside, pulling
Andrea in after her. She gestured toward stained bench facing a large
TV screen.
"OK, now just sit back and watch."
The woman took a seat next to her, leaned forward, and swiped a card in
a slot next to the screen. Instantly it sprung to life and quickly
filled with naked bodies engaged in a variety of sexual acts. Andrea
squirmed in her seat, her crotch getting wet, not sure what this woman
expected of her. She looked over and saw that the woman was leaning
back, staring intently at the screen. Her mouth was open, and her
breathing mirrored the panting on the screen.
While Andrea continued to watch, the woman began to play with her
tits. As the action onscreen heated up, the woman unbuttoned her
blouse, opened her bra, and vigorously massaged her tits, squeezing and
kneading them, stopping every once in a while to rub her nipples.
Between the action onscreen and the show next to her, Andrea's panties
were soaked through. She was so much wetter then she'd ever been as a
result of one of her dreams or thoughts. It felt like her center seam
was trying to crawl up her pussy, pressing tighter as her pussy lips
swelled around it from arousal. She reached down to try to pull it out
and shivered as she made contact with her stiffening clit, sending a
jolt from her pussy to the pit of her stomach and the tips of her
nipples. When the woman next to her hiked up her skirt, Andrea saw
that she wasn’t wearing stockings or underwear. Her pussy was shaved
bare, a glistening, swollen split between her legs, and her tits were
covered with marks from her own hands.
A woman took an enormous cock in her mouth, while the woman next to
Andrea humped the air and fumbled around in her purse. By the time
she'd located a pink dildo 10” long and three fingers thick, the woman
onscreen was on all fours sucking on the cock while getting rammed from
behind.
Propping her feet up, the woman next to Andrea used one hand to spread
her pussy lips wide while she used the other to work in the head of the
plastic shaft. Once it was firmly in place, she used both hands to pump
the dildo in and out of her pussy, increasing her pace to match the
fucking they were watching. When the woman onscreen collapsed, seized
by her orgasm, still impaled on the cock behind her, the woman next to
Andrea jammed her dildo all the way in, then started to shake and
mumble. By the time she had quieted down, the screen was black. The
crotch of Andrea’s jeans was actually dripping wet, forming a small
puddle under her on the bench. Her nipples felt like they were trying
to rip through her shirt, and the slightest movement made her pussy
twitch. The woman looked over and smiled.
"Now that’s how you use a dildo!" she said as she removed it and placed
it back in her purse.
Standing, she buttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt down and left.
It took Andrea a few minutes to collect her wits and exit the booth.
When she got up toward the front, the woman handed her a paper bag and
motioned for her to follow her outside.
Climbing into a car parked out front, she said, "I grabbed a few things
that I thought you might need. My treat."
Andrea opened the bag and rummaged around as the woman pulled off.
Inside, there were two videos, the dildo the woman had picked out for
her, a large vibrator, and a few magazines. At the very bottom was
a folded piece of white paper.
"That was a rush!" it read. "If you live around here, give me a call. I
come up here a lot, and I'd like to show you 'other' things, too." It
was signed Sharon, with a DC telephone number.
Laughing, Andrea walked back to her car, a mid sized SUV, kicked off
her shoes, and climbed in. She loved driving barefoot because it felt
erotic; today that feeling was multiplied a hundred times. She couldn't
stop thinking about the store.
End of Part 1.
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