A Visit To an Adult Store

I got a little lost on my way to the campus, and in my wanderings, I noticed a rather large adult book store and arcade, and made a mental note to check it out later. I had decided I wanted to buy a dildo, just to see what it felt like. I may be too scared to actually be with a man, but I felt it wouldn't do any harm to see what a dildo felt like as long as I could be gentle with myself.

It was late by the time I got all my stuff unpacked at the dorm. I was a whole day early, so there weren't many other students around. I was on my own at last. It was after 10 p.m., but I figured the book store would be open until at least 1 a.m., or maybe even 24 hours. I thought I might as well check it out and see if it had a dildo, maybe even with batteries that would make it vibrate. I showered, then dressed in sandals, cut-off shorts and an armless T-shirt cut to go down only to my rib cage. I looked in the mirror and raised my arms a bit. There was a pronounced concave from my thin ribs to my tiny stomach and then to the low-riding shorts on my hips.

I had sneaked off once to an adult arcade in Connecticut, but I didn't stay but a minute. An older man spotted me as soon as I went into the store and moved up close to me and mumbled something I didn't understand. I got frightened and left, but not before I noticed that they sold dildos and other paraphernalia in the store..

Now, in my dorm room, I thought perhaps I looked too good. I didn't want to attract any attention. I was going to change into something a bit less-revealing, but I said the heck with it and just put my raincoat on over my shorts and T-shirt. I stuffed most of my shoulder-blade-length blond hair under a cap and drove through the rain to the bookstore, where I was surprised to see that there was only one car in the large parking lot.

It was five minutes to 11 when I opened the door. Perched on a high stool behind the elevated counter reading a magazine was a burly old man, maybe 60 years old with a paunchy stomach, a black and gray moustache and what looked like about a five-day growth of beard. Not my dream man, or perhaps anybody else's.