No matter how many times I'd gone to the Adult Video place to wank, I've always gotten an excited but scared feeling as I've gone in. What if someone were to see me? Of course, having been divorced for 3 years, I no longer had to fear that someone would tell my wife. In fact, since my son took her side and barely speaks to me, there's really nobody who'd care. But still, I get that feeling.
In the last years of marriage and the three years since, this was the extent of my sex life - once a week or so at the video place watching movies of women who would never look twice at me in real life fuck men who looked nothing like me. Fifty-three years old, gray hair, gray beard. I was still in pretty good shape, but nothing that would turn anyone's head. A lonely life.
As I walked towards the door, I saw a young woman in a business suit get out of a Lexus and walk towards the store. Her long, straight brown hair was tied in the back. The suit skirt was tight over her slender hips, and the vest gaped to reveal a white blouse and some perky breasts. Her face was to die for, even in the glary fluorescent lights of the entry.
I walked up the ramp behind her, trying to look nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't notice me even as I was noticing her. But when we got to the door, she opened it, then held it open for me. I smiled at her then froze when she suddenly said,
"Oh Hi, Mr. Thomas. Fancy meeting you here."
I searched her face, and while it looked vaguely familiar somehow, I had no idea who she might be. But she'd gotten my name right (though nobody called me "Mr. Thomas" - everyone just called me George).
"Hi," I responded, smiling and trying not to sound as clueless as I felt.
"You probably don't remember me," she said as she followed me into the store. "I haven't seen you since 6th Grade. Mr. Barton's class, the year after your son had him? I was the 'mayor'."
Ah, yes. Mr. Barton, a great teacher, had run a model government in his elementary school classroom. They had elected officials and laws and everything, and I could remember a skinny twelve-year-old girl who had been the mayor, and who always introduced herself to everyone who came into the classroom.
"I remember you," I said, "though I don't remember your name."
"Ashley Thornton," she replied, sticking out her hand for me to shake, and smiling up at me. "Let's see - that would be sixteen years ago, maybe seventeen."
We were now standing just inside the door of an x-rated novelty and video place, and we were greeting each other like old friends who might have bumped into each other at the opera. Weird. Even weirder when she headed over towards the dildos and vibrators, glanced back, and said simply,
"Come and shop with me," she invited, and as I moved next to her she added, in a quiet giggle, "I'm looking for a 'working girl's best friend'."
Dutifully, I followed her around, aware that the only other customer, a scruffy-looking younger guy, was watching her with unconcealed hunger in his eyes. We must have made quite a pair, for I was very literally old enough to be Ashley's father (after all, she was a year younger than my son!). Meanwhile, I was standing next to Ashley, trying not to get a hard-on from thoughts of her using the various dongs on herself.
"I'm actually kind of glad to have you with me," she said quietly. "There's all kinds of creeps in places like this who think any female who comes in is looking to fuck even a turd like them. With you here, maybe this one will leave me alone."
Ashley looked at the merchandise, making amused comments about the size of some of the dildos, or their shape, or color. She laughed at one marked "Anal Intruder", which was covered in little knobs and looked far too big to fit in her slender backside.
"Not for me, thanks," she said, moving on.
We'd gotten to the end of one aisle, and as she glanced back to make sure I was following her, her eyes lit upon the tube of lube sticking out of my pocket. Her eyes flickered up to the sign behind me announcing the entrance to the video arcade. She smiled.
"I know what you were up to," she whispered to me in a conspiratorial fashion. "You were going to jerk off to some movies, weren't you, you dirty old man."
I blushed, and died a thousand deaths, as this gorgeous young woman smiled at me with her eyes twinkling. I shrugged, as if to say, well, maybe.
"Oooh, I've always been curious, but I'd never go in alone. Let's look."
With that, she grabbed my arm and dragged me back towards the hallway leading to the back of the store. As we passed the clerk at the desk, I could see that the other customer was just in the middle of renting some videos or something. The clerk didn't see us pass.
Ashley, still pulling my arm, led me past the first few booths. Peering in, she could see the setup, with the TV screen, the bill slot, the single chair, the occupancy light above the door, and the prominent signs reading "One person to a booth, no exceptions". Turning the corner, she opened her purse, pulled out her wallet, slipped out some ones, then ducked into a booth, leaving the door ajar, and me standing outside.
I watched as she slipped two bills into the slot and the screen came to life. Then she surprised me by backing out of the booth and pulling me to the next one. She pushed me inside and followed.
"I wanted it to look like we're in separate booths, just in case the clerk checks the security camera when he's finished with the troll," she whispered to me, as she inserted two more bills into this machine.
She sat, and I stood, as she pushed the button, flipping through the films. She turned down the volume to the point where we could talk quietly.
"You like this stuff?" she asked, somewhat doubtfully.
"Well, most of it's crap, but some of them are OK," I mumbled, "and..."
I broke off, not sure I wanted to say more. Not sure that I wanted to talk about mindlessly wanking in front of the flickering images of sex, sometimes for over an hour, until I'd squirt my load, wipe up, and head home to get drunk.
Just then, she paused on one film, where an elegant young woman lay on her back on a dining table, buzzing her clit with a vibrator, while an older man fucked her with his huge cock. Ashley seemed transfixed by the film. I was transfixed by her, watching as her hand pressed on her lap rhythmically, watching as she licked her lips and breathed harder.
Suddenly, the video switched off, her two dollars exhausted. The booth light automatically switched on, and Ashley looked up at me, looking down at her.
"I guess some of them can be OK," she said quietly, looking a bit flushed.
She stood, and I backed out of the booth with her right behind.
"Come on," she said. I followed her back out to the front of the store, where, after a couple of minutes searching, she found a vibrator that looked to me to be very much like the one in the movie. She went up to the counter and bought it, while I stood, uncertain of myself. This whole experience was very weird. Very exciting, but very weird. I didn't know if it was leading anywhere beyond my fantasies, and I certainly wasn't sure enough of myself to try to push it. I didn't even know if I wanted to push it, because of her age.
As I stood contemplating this, and pretending to study whatever it was on the shelf in front of me, she was suddenly there, very close, looking right up into my face.
"Do you want to go with me for a drink, or do you want me to leave so you can go back there and watch movies?" she asked, almost in a whisper, smiling sweetly. I was smitten. Lust was gone. I just wanted to be with her.
"A drink sounds great," I said, and with that she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door.
"We'll take my car," she informed me, leading the way to her Lexus. I felt a bit uneasy about leaving my car in the lot, but I wasn't about to argue. "I know a perfect place near here," she added as I climbed in.
Within minutes of our arrival at Chez Bistro, we were seated at a quiet table with champagne and chocolate mousse coming, all at her command. I felt terribly underdressed, having not spiffed myself up for a wank night. And I was a bit in awe of her command in this situation.
As we sat and talked, while the waiter brought us our drinks and dessert, she told me about everything since I'd met her last - junior high, high school, university, and law school. She told me about her job as a corporate lawyer. There was no talk of a boyfriend or husband.
She asked me how I'd come to have so much free time that I could volunteer in her classroom when my own kid wasn't even there, and I explained how I had been smart enough to retire from programming with a couple of million dollars to a comfortable, middle-class life, instead of trying to stick it out and get rich. Then I told her of my marriage, which had faded amicably, before exploding into divorce for no apparent reason (at least, none that I could fathom), three years ago.
She was silent a while, aware that there was still quite a bit of pain and loneliness there. She put her hand over mine and squeezed, and when I looked up, it was into a face filled with understanding. Seeing her care kind of gave me a jolt, and popped me out of it. I suddenly gave her a big smile, and took another bite of the exquisite mousse, closing my eyes and overdoing it a bit with the facial expressions of ecstasy. We both laughed at that.
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