We All Have Needs

 Brick and mortar shopping has more options, for those who take a chance.

By Dj mac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This Adult Store was classier than the others he’d visited in the past; clean, well lit, and located in a nicer part of the city than most. The clientele was certainly better; a smattering of well-dressed businessmen and women as opposed to the bald, overweight, sweaty looking slobs who usually frequented some of these establishments.

As I browsed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, I couldn't shake my feelings of shame and embarrassment.

But it had been over a year since my divorce, longer still since the last time I'd gotten laid, and I was getting pretty bored with standard masturbation.

"Just pick something," I chided myself, "pick something, pay for it and get the fuck out of here. Who gives a fuck what these people think? You'll never see any of them again anyway."

Finally, I settled on a rather pricey but realistic looking cunt and ass combo supposedly modeled directly from the anatomy of a porn star whose name I recognized and found attractive.

I was wondering to myself how much the mold actually mattered, because ultimately I'd still just be fucking a piece of lubed up silicone, when I plowed right into her.

I'd been looking down, trying to hide my face as I approached the counter, already fishing my wallet out of my back pocket so I could cut down how long I had to spend checking out, and never saw her.

Both of us let out a yelp at the collision, and the packages we'd each been holding fell to the floor with a clatter.

I knew it was a woman more by the feel of her as we'd collided than by sight, and I actively avoided looking at her as I bent down to scoop up both our items.

Along with my fake plastic cunt, I found myself picking up a package containing a long, very realistic looking silicone penis, complete with testicles. The label proclaimed in large, bold letters, "Life-like feel, Vibrates! U S B rechargeable! Provides hours of pleasure!"

I stood up, trying to brace myself for the humiliation of having to apologize while holding the toy I was planning on masturbating with later.

"I'm so, "My eyes met hers as I finished standing. "Sorry."

She was stunning. Probably a little younger than I; late thirties, early forties, but certainly no older than that.

Her straight, fine, chestnut brown hair framed the almost perfect oval of her face with a casual, flowing style, a few random strands hanging loosely over her shapely, rounded cheekbones. If she'd had to color her hair, it didn't show.

Her sloping nose tapered to a fine point above her thin yet full pink lips.

Her make-up was effective enough to highlight her features without disguising her maturity.

But it was her dark brown eyes that captured me. In them, I saw the same fear, embarrassment and humiliation probably reflected in my own eyes, along with a hint of something else I couldn't quite place.

"It was my fault," she was saying in a sweet yet slightly shaky voice.

"No, my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going," I countered, trying to be chivalrous while at the same time wanting to simply run and hide.

Instead, I stood frozen, staring at her eyes. Her deep, dark eyes.

She was speaking. I didn't hear her. "I'm sorry, what?" I said, snapping out of my trance.

"Um, can I have my, package?" She was struggling to be nonchalant about it, but the flush of her face told a different story.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I said, handing her the phallic sex toy.

We stood silently staring at each other until she finally broke into a foolish grin. "I've probably been in a more embarrassing situation than this before," she chuckled nervously, "but I certainly can't remember when."

I found myself laughing as well. "Hey, look, we're both adults. We all have needs. We're supposed to be beyond being ashamed of this by now, aren't we?" I tried to say it with enough casualness that I might actually convince her that I believed my own words.

Her laugh became lighter, more genuine. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

Her twinkling eyes fixed on me for a moment, then glanced at the box in my hand featuring the naked porn star with legs agape, alongside the image of the toy replica of her most intimate area, and gave me a wry smile. "Well, enjoy your evening, I suppose."