We All Have Needs Brick and mortar shopping has more options, for those who take a chance. (erotic coupling) By Dj mac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As he browed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, he couldn’t shake his feelings of shame and embarrassment. But it had been over a year since his divorce, longer still since the last time he’d gotten laid, and he was getting pretty bored with standard masturbation. 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. Still, he felt seedy, and wasn’t sure if he’d manage to find the guts to purchase whatever perverted sex toy he wound up choosing, if he could ever even bring himself to pick one. The idea of fucking a rubber pussy was humiliating, but he was desperate to feel something besides his own hand. “Just pick something,” he chided himself, “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, he settled on a rather pricey but realistic looking pussy and ass combo supposedly modeled directly from the anatomy of a porn star who’s name he recognized and found attractive. He was wondering to himself how much the mold actually mattered, because ultimately he’d still just be fucking a piece of lubed up silicone. Then he plowed right into me. He’d been looking down, trying to hide his face as he approached the counter, already fishing his wallet out of his back pocket so he could cut down how long he had to spend checking out, and never saw me standing right here. 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. He knew I was a woman more by the feel of me as we’d collided than by sight, and he actively avoided looking at me as he bent down to scoop up both our items. Along with his fake plastic pussy, he found himself picking up a package containing a long, very realistic looking silicone penis, complete with testicles. The label proclaimed in large, bold letters, Lifelike Feel! Vibrates! USB Rechargeable! Provides Hours of Pleasure! He stood up, trying to brace himself for the humiliation of having to apologize while holding the toy he was planning on masturbating with later. “I’m so…” His eyes met mine as he finished standing. “…sorry.” He looked me over admiringly, He made me feel stunning by the way he reacted. I was probably a little younger than him. He looked to be in his late thirties, early forties, but certainly no older than that; I surmised. My wavy, chestnut brown hair framed my face with a casual, flowing style, a few random strands hanging loosely over my natural complexion. The highlights in my hair were subtle enough to pass as natural. My sloping nose tapered above my thin yet full pink lips. My make-up was effective enough to highlight my features without disguising my maturity. But it was my hazel brown eyes that captured him. In them, he saw the same fear, embarrassment and humiliation probably reflected in his own eyes, along with a hint of something else he couldn’t quite place. “It was my fault,” I was saying in a sweet yet slightly shaky voice. “No, my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he countered, trying to be chivalrous while at the same time wanting to simply run and hide. Instead, he stood frozen, staring at my eyes. My deep, hazel eyes. I was speaking. He didn’t hear me. “I’m sorry, what?” he said, snapping out of his trance. “Um; can I have my; package?” I was struggling to be nonchalant about it, but the flush of my face told a different story. “Oh, right. Sorry,” he said, handing me the phallic sex toy. We stood silently staring