“I don’t mind treating,” Sid said.
Kit demurred, going for seductive. “I appreciate it, but I like having you to myself. A restaurant booth is so uncomfortable.”
“What did you think… okay, fine. Flatbreads with veggies and no mozz for my part-time vegetarian.” Sid stood on her tiptoes and glanced toward the kitchen, then relaxed and leaned into Kit. “During my lunch break I went to the toy store in Norfolk,” she whispered, her voice pitched high and giddy. “Wanna see what I got?”
Kit knew right away she wasn’t talking about dolls or cartoon ponies. Her breath hitched and she leaned on the counter for support. Since their first hot weekend together, they’d introduced more paraphernalia to their play. Her backside still felt sore from last night’s session with some rather wide anal beads.
She cast a nervous glance at the kitchen, hoping Tish stood well out of earshot. “Maybe after we close…”
Sid reached under the counter for her handbag and brought out a black plastic bag. Inside was a blister package advertising the Li’l Honey, which looked to Kit like one of the many bullet vibrators Sid owned. This one, though, was shaped like a large, thick guitar pick and had elastic straps attached to it.
“You wear it like a thong, with this in front.” Sid tapped the triangular vibrating contraption. She then reached for a pair of scissors under the cash register and worked on the tough plastic. “It comes with this remote control which you can set up to five different speeds.”
“Uh, you think it’s wise to open that there?” Kit looked around the shop. The sidewalks of the main shopping district were empty. One car rolled past the store windows. Yet, anybody could walk through the door.
Kit’s anxiety ratcheted up a notch as Sid hacked at this sex toy sealed with plastic that could withstand a nuclear attack. She wondered why the woman possessed the urgency to open the damn thing during work hours. Granted, they were creeping toward quitting time, but they couldn’t leave the store without cleaning up first.
Could one walk in a battery-operated thong? Worse yet, what if Tish caught them? How could she explain this?
“Easy, Sid.” She brushed the hand that wielded the scissors. “That blister packaging is tough. You could slice a finger with this sharp plastic.”
“I just need to puncture it, and it’ll pry apart. There,” Sid said with triumph as the protective bubble came apart. She scooped up the thong and pressed it into Kit’s hand. “Go try it on.”
“You bought this for me?” Kit’s voice squeaked. Not that she minded if a main squeeze bought her gifts, but Kit had spotted the price sticker on the package. Sex toys didn’t come cheap,even small ones. Probably the one example where size didn’t matter.
“I bought it forus. C’mon, I want to see if it works, and there’s nobody coming in right now.” Sid nudged her to the unisex bathroom, a single stall with yellow walls and hand-painted flowers and framed pictures of vintage magazine ads. Its proximity to the kitchen had always bothered Kit, which was why she limited liquids at work and did her business during lunch, somewhere else.
“This can’t wait until we’re alone?”
“We’re alone now, Kit. What are you so afraid of?” As Sid encouraged her, Kit contemplated taking a moment in the bathroom, and felt grateful for the privacy when she locked the door behind her.
“Fine,” she called out. “Just a sec.”
The hell am I doing?Sid had to be nuts to suggest she try on a sex aid at the shop, and the fact that she held onto the remote further excited Kit’s nerves. She might as well give Sid access to a gigantic cattle prod for stabbing her crotch every time she walked up front.
Yet here she stood in the bathroom, toeing off her shoes and undoing her jeans. She couldn’t resist Sid, her charms and her massive sexual appetite. The dark-haired firebrand should come with a warning label: more addictive than drugs.
Kit knew she should dress and give back the vibrator, and tell Sid they could have their fun after closing. Instead the elastic straps cut into her waist and thighs as she adjusted the triangular device over her mound. She put it on over her panties because she didn’t know what to expect. The tiny puck might bring a few shivers of pleasure or else shoot her to the moon. She’d soon find out.
I must really like her, she thought. Who else would she place on a list of people for whom she’d do crazy things?
Fully dressed again, she opened the door as Sid snapped the back casing on the remote. “It didn’t come with batteries, but I got some at the store while I was there. I needed extras, anyway.”
“Probably cheaper at a regular store.”
Sid shook her head. “Toys need special batteries to work well.”
Kit couldn’t argue with that. In the month she’d spent with Sid, the woman burned through them like a chain smoker with a carton of cigarettes.
Sid’s gaze panned her body and she smiled. “Wow, it is discreet. I can’t tell you have it on.”
“It feels weird.” Kit shifted her hips but the vibrator stayed put. “Maybe this is what it’s like for a guy wearing a protective cu-UP!”
The first buzz shot over her covered pussy and up her spine. Kit jerked and grabbed the counter in case her knees buckled.
“Now I can tell.” Sid’s grin appeared innocent, but Kit didn’t mistake the mischievous gleam magnified in her glasses.
“You really need to warn me when you push that thing to eleven.”
