A Visit To an Adult Store

He came up behind me. He was breathing hard, probably because of his age and girth. I felt his belly up against the back of my bare midriff, and his huge, rough hands go to my sensitive shoulders. An odd, sensitive chill went all through me as his mouth got very close to my right ear. I could feel his unkempt moustache as his surprisingly cultured voice whispered to me.

"Gay or straight?"

I couldn't say anything.

"Do you want to look at gay or straight things first?" he asked.

I figured dildos wouldn't be in the straight section, so I croaked out, "Gay, please."

I shimmied my shoulders and he let go, but he put a hairy arm lightly around my bare waist as he guided me to the gay book, video and magazine section. It felt both repulsive and intriguing. A much older man is interested in me, and by the way he was touching me, I was pretty certain he wanted me. But, I certainly didn't want him. I don't know who I'm saving myself for, but it's not this fat, ugly, old giant.

The store was a big place, with an array of videos, books, magazines, lingeree, leather items, handcuffs and yes, dildos. In the back was a curtain marking the now-dark video arcade. He led me to a display of gay magazines. With my hands on my thin hips, I walked down the aisle, looking at the covers of the magazines showing men doing things I never even contemplated. His eyes were all over me, and I got the feeling he wanted his hands to be, too.

"What's your name, sonny?" he asked.

"R-R-Robin," I said in what I hoped was a carefree manner. "What's yours?"

He didn't answer. He just stood there watching me be uncomfortable.

"What do you see that turns you on most, Robin?" he asked in an almost-professorial way that temporarily eased my nervousness.

"The kissing," I answered. "I guess I get turned on when I see the men kiss each other."

"Come with me, then," he ordered, taking my hand and leading me to the video arcade.