A Very Personal Service Pt. 01

A Very Personal Service - Part One

A Jenny Walker Story

By Shyblueeyes1968

FF, older/teen, bisexual/lesbian, fetish, toys, oral, shops, shy girl introvert

Jenny, shy and introverted, goes shopping for her first sex toy, and gets some very personal service and an offer she just can't refuse.

10,700 words

©Shyblueeyes1968 2006-2025 - ver.20250422

(Authors Note: 'A Very Personal Service' was first published in 2006 (2008 on Literotica). This is a revised and update story (the original was only 5000 words) with some significant changes to plotline in preparation for it to becoming the first in a series of stories using the principle character: Jenny Walker. Wanted to develop and expand the main character before writing more about her.)

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Jenny walked past the shop again, for the third time that morning! She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't quite force herself to go in. As she passed by the shop front, her eyes glanced furtively at window and door, which set back with a lovely tiled floor. Odd, the things you were willing to notice while avoiding doing something. Each time she had reached this point that morning she had been unable to turn and approach the door but instead continued past it as if she had urgent business elsewhere.

She'd barely managed a brief pause on the second pass, and even this time she was trying hard to make it look she was just glancing into a shop window as she passed by. Just as any normal person would do when walking down street lined with shop windows. Nothing to be embarrassed about, was there? However, even just thinking about her reason for coming to this particular shop caused the heat to rise to her face, and she could feel the blush spreading.

Part of the problem, she scolded herself, was that she was over thinking things; she always did. Instead of just doing something, she would dwell on it, thinking through all the negative outcomes and end up doing nothing or backing out and making self-justifying excuses for retreating into her room and hiding away. Whether it was going to see a band, drinks with friends, even going on dates, or in this case, buying a sex toy, she would always effectively talk herself out of it and do nothing.

Ok the last was a bit unusual example, even if it was in fact, her reason for being in the that particular street, but the point was, she always over thought situations and allowed her anxiety to rule her life, resulting in her missing so many opportunities. It's a wonder she'd made it University, but even there, she chosen to do a subject and course that allowed her to stay close to her home. She justified it to herself by telling herself it was to reduce the size of the loan, which was a valid reason, but really, she just couldn't face the stress and anxiety of stepping so far out of her comfort zone.

She tried to rationalize her current predicament. Why couldn't she just go in, she asked herself. There was nothing bad about the shop; in fact, it was nice shop, smart and neat, with an oldie world Victorian vibe, like all the shops in the this street, all with very ornate windows, hanging baskets and a tiled floors at the entrances. The very epitome of what you would expect a high-class fashion boutique located in a up market part of a town to look like. Moreover, it did in fact sell clothes and fashion accessories, among other things.

Off course it was the "among other things" that was the problem and the reason she had spent her Monday morning wondering up and down this street. Yes, she had heard some veiled ill-defined innuendos linked to the shop, nothing serious, just that it was a bit on the "kicky side" or comments along the lines of "I am surprised that sort of thing is allowed" without actually defining what "that sort of thing" actually was. Of course for a girl gifted with a vivid and rich imagination, and a burning, but suppressed sex drive, veiled innuendos was all that was required to send the blood rushing to her face.

It was just an unfortunate twist of fate for Jenny, that what she jokingly called her "Nympho" tendencies where contained within a body of an introverted girl with near terminal shyness and with a heavy dose of anxiety thrown in for good measure. Everybody who knew her well thought she was such an innocent, little-miss-goody-two-shoes, 'butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' type of girl, and what made it so funny, was how wrong they were. Ok, yes, outwardly, they were right, but there was another side to Jenny. The girl you could fry an egg off her blushing face the moment anybody mentioned sex in front her had a very secret naughty side.

It didn't help that her outward appearance reinforced people's perception, with her sensible nerdy clothes, sensible practical shoes and glasses, and long dark brown hair that she usually wore in a long plait down her back. All this combined to present an image in people's minds of a 'sweet, innocent, little Jenny, never a wicked word or deed, probably never been kissed, and definitely a virgin.' At school, her nickname had been 'Enid', as in that she dressed and looked like something out of a Enid Blyton novel. She supposed there were worst things to be called at school.

If only they really knew, she smiled to herself. If they could see inside her head, read her thoughts, and see the mental images that danced around her head, then they'd be the ones blushing. Or even for that matter, read her browser history, assuming she'd not cleared it, or the things she did to herself when she was alone in a her bedroom, especially when she had the house to herself and could really let herself go. Or read the secret conversations she had online, where nobody could see you blush. Or take note the significant amount of erotic novels in her admittedly large collection of books. That was the first thing people noticed, the few that had ever made it to her bedroom: "Wow, what a lot of books!"

Innocent little Jenny who blushed so deeply whenever S-E-X was mentioned in front of her, would shock her real world friends by how little she blushed in a her alterative online world. There she was safe and comfortable about talking about sex, and almost never blushed with embarrassment, even when recently she'd plucked up the courage to play on webcam. It was a different world, the internet. Not that it didn't have it's fair share of predators and evil people preying vulnerable girls (and boys for that matter). She'd learnt very quickly to be highly selective with whom she engaged directly with on the internet and through social media. Consequently, she rarely accepted friend request and was quick to break off contact and block people. Even when she accepted one and added them to her contacts, she took great care with the details about herself that she revealed.

There were two very different sides to her digital life; she had a normal public online identity; for her family, friends and academic life, although the mere fact that she was female and on social media was enough to attract the creeps. It was rare day she didn't get the a "Hello darling" type of email or message from a stranger, usually accompanied with the unsolicited sad little 'dick pic'.

Then there was her secret alternate identity, her secret XXX rated one, kept strictly apart from her public life, where never the twain would meet, if she had anything to do with it. Here she had created an alternative erotic playtime nom-de-guerre, through which she could channelled her naughty side, explore her sexual interest, desires and feed her most secret of fantasies. All wrapped in warm protective cloak of anonymity that only the internet could provide.

Nothing about her alternative life could be linked back to real world life, including her IP address, because she used a paid VPN service to hide that and her location. Even then, she was still highly selective with whom she engaged with, and it was small select 'elite' of online playmates, cultivated over many months, and some even years; that she regularly chatted and played with. People who just sent 'dick pics' or demanded 'nudes' and or became abusive when they were met with a refusal, were quickly discarded and blocked.

The same applied to those who started putting pressure on her to give them details or pressured her to meet in person, especially when she was younger, were also quickly blocked. For every one online playmate, there were probably a 100 or more blocked people. No, it was better to be safe than sorry, especially when you weren't ready to reveal to the world the person you really were. She seen it all too often with other girls who had allowed themselves to be publicly exposed or had been perceived as too "easy" or had ended up mothers in their mid-teens.

So, this inner circle, they were her confidants as well as her playmates, with whom she was comfortable with chatting about her sexual interests and fantasies in way that was simply not possible for her to do so in the real world. Just the thought of asking about dildos and masturbation in Sex Ed, or causally asking her mother if she had ever deep throated her father, and how did she deal with gag reflect over Sunday dinner, made her want to both laugh and scream at the same time. No, there were many questions, which one could not simply just come out and ask openly at the breakfast table.

Whereas there was no shame or embarrassment in asking someone in her little select group a question like 'have you swallowed' and 'what did it taste like' when you were protected by the anonymity provided by the internet.

Her playmates were a diverse group; a few girls who claimed to be her age, women, and some men, and one, who wrote and published erotic fiction. They were interesting, intelligent and more importantly, non-judgemental, non-demanding and respectful concerning things like real life identities and locations.

These were her fellow travellers with whom she shared her deepest sexual fantasies and interests, who helped and guided her on journey of sexual exploration, without judgement or the insult and abuse. However, even they didn't know who the real Jenny was, in terms of real name and location and what she looked like in the real world.

She took care not to reveal any details like that, except once, recently, in a brief, unguarded moment, Jenny had let slip her approximate location to a women, known to her as Lotus Flower. Lotus Flower in return, had divulged that she lived in the same county, and suggested that one day they might meet up for coffee... and wouldn't it be funny, if they lived close by, and or even knew each other!

The answer was: 'NO, it wouldn't be funny.' In fact, the mere suggestion that they might already know each other was enough to send Jenny into a near panic. The thought that she had shared some of her most intimate secrets and desires with somebody that she might already know was enough to make hit the block tab, set fire to her devices, throw them out the window and go hide under bed covers or perhaps cave somewhere remote.

However, she held back, in part because she liked Lotus Flower and really enjoyed their interaction, but also because there was a deep need in her, unfulfilled but growing, to meet people like herself, in the real world. The fact was, she was lonely, and increasingly felt disconnected and isolated, even when she was among her family and friends. Of course, recognising the need, and actually doing something about it were two completely different things for a shy introverted girl like Jenny.

Neither she nor Lotus Flower discussed their proximity to each or the possibility of meeting again, although Jenny did start to speculate about whether people she encountered in her everyday life might be her. Perhaps one day, they'ed exchange actual pictures of each other. What if it was one her teachers from school!!! OH GOD, what if it turned out to be her mum. No, she was 100% sure Lotus Flower wasn't her mother, if only because there were times when they were chatting that she knew where and what her mother was doing. Still, it was an intriguing thought, that there might be two people, living double lives, where in one life they were the most intimate of playmates and in the other, complete strangers.

It was a later conversation with Lotus Flower, which had led Jenny to be in this street today trying to pluck up the nerve to go into that shop. They had been chatting about sex toys and masturbation and Jenny had told her she had used a variety of items in recent years to pleasure herself. They ranged from a selection of hairbrushes, chosen for the shape, thickness and length of the handles; through to candles and to a large pen, one of those ones with all the colours, and which, to be frank, did look like a lot like sex toy. Then there were her favourite object for pleasuring herself, bananas. She love rubbing a banana over her pussy, sliding it inside and then eating it, sometimes taking deep into her throat before the eating part. She would imagine that it was real cock. At least if and when a real cock did enter her mouth, she was fairly certain she could take it deep without gagging. She enjoyed banana sex so much so; that she had acquired a taste for bananas flavoured with her pussy juices, and now blushed whenever she saw one in public. She was convinced that people could guess why.

All these items had the big advantage of being everyday normal things, which, unless she was actually caught in the act with them inserted in one or more of her holes, wouldn't attract undue comment. Whereas an actual vibrator or dildo couldn't be explained away as anything other than what they were, sex toys.

Luckily, for Jenny, her parents were great believers in privacy. Even when she was a child, both her parents would knock and wait to be invited in, before entering her room. Now she was an adult, they would never dream of intruding into her room. It was her space. Of course that also meant she was also expected to do all the chores, and washed and iron clothing was left in a neat pile buy the door, although now days she did most of own ironing.

Oddly though, the fear of being caught or spied on by somebody (other than her parents or brother) while she abused herself was one her favourite secret little fantasies. Probably because she was very shy and struggled to image how she would instigate a sexual encounter. Perhaps one her friends, or one of her brothers army friends that he sometime bought home with him on leave might quietly slip into the room one night and stand there watching her fuck herself with a hairbrush. In her darkest fantasies, there wouldn't just one, she would be surrounded by shadowy figures watching her as she fucked herself. They would comment and wank their cocks and cum all over her.

Anyway, the conversation had moved onto real sex toys, and where to buy them, and Jenny had told Lotus Flower she was considering buying something online, and did she have recommendations for which online store to use. Lotus Flower told her about this shop, called 'Silk and Lace, All Thing Nice", that was in town, where she went for toys and sexy clothes, and that Jenny should really go there. Of course, the whole idea was ridiculous. The mere thought of her walking into a public shop and openly buying a sex toy almost caused her to both laugh aloud and scream in terror. It simply wasn't going to happen!!!

Yet, over the following weeks, the idea wouldn't go away, even to the point, one day, after finishing her lectures, she walked past the shop in question before going to catch her bus home. However, she couldn't even bring herself to stop and look in the window, let alone actually go inside. Yet the idea wouldn't go away and continued to grow inside her, until she finally resolved that she would go to the shop, and go in, just to have a look, and perhaps, yes, buy herself a dildo.

No, the idea was just still too silly, wasn't it, she had asked herself? Her voice countered with 'Why was it such a silly idea?' Perhaps this was the opportunity to change, to grow up a bit, to start becoming the confident women you fantasis about being, she told herself. Of course thinking it was one thing, actually doing it, was another. Which was why, after catching the bus into town early that Monday morning, she was wondering up and down this street.

After a pause for a few seconds, she continued down the street but started getting angry with herself, feeding it, and fanning the flames, letting it get hotter and stronger. Why was I being such a silly girl, she scolded herself, I am adult, I am a woman! Ok, only just, but I am 19, and I can prove it. Ok, she had to do that a lot, because she didn't look 19. Not with the way she dressed and wore her hair. Never the less, she was an adult and she could prove it, so what was the problem?!

She wasn't doing anything illegal, It's just a clothes shop, she told herself. Yes, ok an highly specialised clothes shop, but still a clothes shop. Ok it was mostly women's underwear and lingerie, and other girlie stuff, like nighties and pyjamas, from what her quick covert glances could tell her. So why shouldn't I look at the displays of frilly girlie knickers and under garments without embarrassment or even go inside to peruse their merchandise? The last thought nearly made her burst out in laughter, what did she sound like? No wonder she was called Enid, 'peruse their merchandise.'

Then her inner voice chipped in with a response: 'but that's not only what they sell, is it? Let's be honest, you're not hovering outside because you want to buy a nightie with teddies on, are you? It's the other things they sell, those things that her online friend hinted at and joked about. The things she'd seen in countless porn videos and wandered what they must feel like. 'That's was why you're here, isn't it?' Her shy side then suggested going for a coffee, again, or perhaps coming back another day. She continued down the street for a few more steps, and then stopped.

No! She had to fight her desire to run and hide all the time. She had to stop letting the shyness rule her life. She couldn't spend the rest of her life fucking herself with hairbrushes and bananas. It wasn't enough now, and the longer she let it continue the more her loneliness and sense of isolation would grow. She'd end up like a spinster cat women with closet for hair brushes. Or worse, trapped in some unfulfilling dull relationship, with some moron she couldn't talk too, with unfulfilling sex and children.

If she was ever going to meet people with similar interest, she needed to be more confident, and going into that shop was the first step. Therefore, she let her anger grow and overwhelm her natural shyness and hesitation. This had been her way of dealing with it for years, get angry with herself, and let it burn through the anxiety. Ok, it had led to her to making a complete fool of herself on one or two occasion, but equally, it had also got through a lot too. Without, she'd spend the rest of life with her head buried in a book, pretending the real world didn't really exist.

Right, she told herself, this time or you just go home; picking up a cucumber on the way! She'd been too scared to go as far as a cucumber in the past when it came to self abuse, but God, after this morning, she'd needed to fuck herself hard. She turned and walked back down the street. It was a very quaint and oldie world type of street, many of the shops were timber framed and had overhangs. Like her destination, they were mostly ladies fashion boutiques or expensive shoe shops. You know, the sort, with few select items in the window, artistically arranged without a price tag. The sort of places that hinted at 'if you're asking for the price, you can't afford it,' type of shop.

When arrived back at the shop she paused and looked in the windows properly. It was quite tasteful and all very feminine in style, which was very reassuring. Very different to the 'other shop', the one on outskirts of the town centre in the more run down area. With its covered widows, and 'Private Shop' and 'Adults Only' signs on the window. That one shouted 'Seedy' and 'Pervy Old Man' and 'Brown Paper Bags,' and all the other tied old clichés about sex shops.

Not that had stopped her from having some very dark fantasies about it. The rumours that you heard about it and the kind of men who went in there were just so seedy, and probably very much exaggerated, if not complete inventions. Well, ok, they were probably definitely made up, but her imagination easily created a picture of the sort of men who went in that shop, dressed in grubby raincoats and leaving clutching little brown bags. All very clichéd, she smiled inwardly.

She moved from the window to the door, and took a deep breath. Right, nothing to be embarrassed about, she reassured herself, but she felt herself already blushing before she'd even touched the door. She stepped forward and pushed the door, it clicked open and she stepped through. There as a little tinkle of a bell and as the door closed behind her and the bell tingled again. Damn that bloody bell, she thought.

She paused and looked around, 'OH GOD NO' she scream inside her head; there were people, women, and they were ALL looking straight at her! OH God, fool, of course there are people in here, it's a shop. She should have come straight in when she arrived at 9, instead of sulking up and down street for 3 hours. Part of her was screaming at her to get out, to turn and run away. The other side of her, stronger, made her stand her ground. The shop assistant behind the counter smiled at her and nodded in greeting. The other women, just two, had already lost interest and turned back to their perusing. Jenny flashed a nervous smile and quickly turned away to one side and pretended to look at display by the door while she calmed down.

For a while, she was too nervous to register anything and it was a good few minutes before she was relaxed enough to start taking in what she was looking at. This tuned out to be, well pyjamas and nighties; quite normal, you know. Lots of pink, with cats and teddies, although some were more suggestive than others when examined more closely. There were slippers, bedtime socks, and further along, normal socks, stockings and tights et cetera.

It was all very classy in an old fashion way, glass wood framed displays, wooden shelves and cabinets, and polished timber floors. Even the mannequins had an antique retro look. It said 'stylish and tasteful', but with subtle hints of the erotic sexiness under the surface. All very typically English and understated. It was almost as if the shop itself was a little shy revealing its secrets.

Feeling more at ease, Jenny began too really explore the shop. There was some music playing and the sound of quite conversation. She covertly glanced around the shop. It was surprisingly large, a lot bigger than she expected. There appeared to be three people, in addition to Jenny, and all were older than she was. One woman was having a quite conversation with the assistant at the counter but more importantly, nobody seemed to be taking any notice of her.

Well, she thought, this isn't too bad. What was all the fuss about? As usual, silly girl, over thinking and making a mountain out of molehill, she told herself. Her self-confidence began to rally and strengthen as she explored deeper into the shop moving towards the back. As she did, she noted that the deeper into the shop she went, the more suggestive, sexier and erotic things became. She looked at the panties and knickers, which started off as the normal sensible sort you might find in a Marks and Spencer's, but then became increasingly more risqué as you moved along. They ranged from lacy see through French knickers to very brief G-strings, with crotchless ones in between.

Other's had a variety of naughty statements on them, again ranging in tone from pinkie girlie silly to naughty girl to outright slutty nympho slut onto ones with a borderline incest vibe; along the lines of 'Daddy's Naughty Girl'. However she did quite like the little white ones, with the lace trims in red, and a pair of cherry's with the words 'bite my' above them. She was tempted to buy and wear them, because she was certain nobody would ever seen them, but she would have that secret little buzz knowing that under her knee length sensible skirt was something naughty.

Then there were bras of bewildering variety, matching sets, garter belts, corsets and basques. Some of the later were silk and were just so divine and beautiful. Others where in leather and some were rubber with stud and spikes.

There were other clothes: dresses, skirts, blouses, jackets, coats and even capes and cloaks. Again, like everything in the shop, they ranged from outwardly respectable looking to very sexy and see through, with quite a lot of leather rubber thrown into the mix. She particularly liked a red silk Chinese Cheongsam dress with slit down the side. She was pretty certain that she'd look damn hot wearing it with the right shoes and make up. Then the clothes progressed into what could be best describe as 'Cosplay' and adult dress up. All a bit silly and fun.

She imagined what she would look like wearing some of the items, especially the Chinese dress and could feel herself being both exited and embarrassed. OH NO, she thought, I'm beginning to blush.

Think unsexy things, she told herself; which had to be one her sillier thoughts of the day, considering where she was standing right at that moment. As she moved through the shop, she continued covertly to glance around and as she did so, she noticed that there was a doorway right at the back of the room, with a heavy looking dark blue curtain. Beside it, there was a sign, a warning sign to be specific. As she neared it, she could clearly read 'Warning, this section of the shop is very adult in nature, please do not enter if you are easily shocked'. So, she thought, that's where they were hiding, she'd began to wondered why she hadn't found what she had actually came for.

As she near the doorway, which was arched, she felt her nervousness and embarrassment increase, and she felt her blush deepen. Perhaps she'd seen enough, she could come back another day. She quickly turned and began looking at a display of boots and shoes to distract herself, and it took a few minutes for her to calm down.

It helped that they had a very impressive selection of boots and shoes. She was particularly taken by a pair of laced black heeled ankle boots, very Victorian and very sexy. The heals were about 4 inches, and she was sure she could probably walk in them. She picked one up and was surprised to see it in her size. Mind, they were £250.00! Well she couldn't afford that, especially since she'd probably only ever wear them in the privacy of her bedroom, only to be seen by herself and perhaps some of her special online friends.

They were gorgeous, but she couldn't imagine spending that sort of money at the moment, and her birthday had been and gone. She didn't have a part-time job yet, and was very much living off her parents and her student loan. So there really wasn't spare cash for such fripperies.

Hmmm, perhaps it's time to find myself a Sugar Daddy and then he'd could buy them for her. She smiled to herself at the thought of her with a 'Sugar Daddy'. Just then, she jumped in surprise as she suddenly became aware of somebody standing next her.

"Would like to try them on?" asked a quiet voice, which sounded cool, sophisticated, and very sexy. Jenny jumped and nearly screamed, as she'd be completely unaware that her presence. It was the woman from behind the counter that had nodded a greeting to Jenny.

She was taller than Jenny, with blonde hair, pulled back into a tight bun with small wire rimmed glasses perched low her nose. She was dressed in white blouse, buttoned up to the neck and a black calve length pencil skirt and heeled shoes with silver buckles. Around her waist was narrow black leather girdle like corset. The whole ensemble was finished with a broach at her collar that appeared to be a stylised flower.

The whole looked screamed 'strict French schoolmistress' in Jenny over active mind. The nametag on her breast said 'Susan' and it was clear, through the thin white material of white blouse, that Susan wasn't wearing a bra. Jenny could feel her blush deepen as her shyness kicked up a notch, only this time there was something else mixed in with it, as she felt a tingle from between legs.

"Oh sorry," she mumble "I was just looking at them..." replied Jenny wishing for the floor to open up and swallow her.

"That's ok, no need to be shy or sorry, you can look at them all you like, but why don't you try them on?"

Before Jenny could reply, the woman picked up the other boot, and passed it to her.

"There you are dear, now try them on; go on, you know you want too." She let out a husky little chuckle. There was a hint of authority there, of command, that seemed cut right though Jenny's shyness like knife. It was Irresistible and she found herself nodding her head in agreement. There was a chair behind her and she went and sat down. She bent down to untie the laces of her sensible flat shoes, but has she did so, Susan took over.

"Let me."

Before Jenny could refuse her assistance, Susan was kneeling in front of her, unfastening Jenny's laces. She silently watched as Susan pulled off first one and then the other shoe. Were those fingers caressing her feet? No, it must be her over active imagination she told herself, and yet the women figures did seem to linger longer than necessary.

Susan lifter the girls right foot and began to slide the first black heeled boot onto her sock clad foot. Jenny tried hard not to stare at that perfect pair of breast in front of her, and tried very hard to focus on the women's blonde hair, or her nametag; no, she could not stop herself starring.

While not transparent, the white blouse clearly showed the shape of the womens pert breasts and the darkness of her areolas stood out clearly. Try as she might, Jenny could not take her eyes off them, and she wasn't even aware that the other boot had been placed on her foot and laced up. When Susan spoke, she jumped again and went even redder than she was already had been, as she realised that it must have been very obvious that she had been starring and what she was staring at.

"There you are dear; now try walking up and down, but carefully if you're not use to heals. They take some time to adjust too." Susan offered Jenny a hand to steady herself as she stood up. Hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence she walked up and down a few times.

"They look divine on you my dear, there's a full length mirror over here."

Jenny walked over to where Susan had indicated and looked at herself in the mirror. Wow, she thought, they were fantastic, even if they didn't really go with the long tartan skirt, above knee socks and jumper she was wearing at the moment.

As she admired herself, Susan came and stood behind her, and whispered huskily in her ear "They are definitely you my dear, very sexy."

Again, at the sound of the voice, there tingle from between her legs and this time, it ran up though body like a shiver.

"How do they feel, not too tight?"

"No, they feel great, very comfortable."

"Let me just check" and Susan lowered herself back onto her knees, and squeezed around the heal each of the boots.

"I must say, you have lovely feet, and exquisite ankles."

Jenny continued to blush shyly and whispered "thank you."

"And such shapely calves."

As they looked into each other's eyes, Susan began to slide her hands slowly up and down Jenny's calves, squeezing them gently.

Jenny closed her eyes and breathed deeply and she was a little disappointed when Susan took her hands away. When Jenny opened them, Susan was already standing.

"Well dear, they are a perfect fit, would like to take them?"

Again, Jenny's embarrassment swept over her again.

"Oh I am sorry, I'm... I am not sure I can afford them, not at the moment, I am sorry..."

"Oh that's OK, nothing to get embarrassed about, it is a shame because they are definitely you."

"Yes, I do love them, but I am student, and it's just such a lot, but well.... I better take them off." Jenny returned to the chair and sat down in the chair and began to pull at the laces.

As before, Susan knelt down in front of Jenny.

"Here let me, and don't worry, there's no need to be sorry, perhaps you'll be able to afford them soon. If you like, I can hold them for a while?"

"Really? Oh that would be so nice, thank you."

After few minutes Jenny's sensible shoes were back on her feet and again, Susan's hands lingered, stroking and caressing her calves. However, this time, Susan hands went up as far as Jenny's knees, caressing them and lingering. She willed them to continue up past the tops of her socks and onto her bare flesh and further, but just then one of ladies called Susan, and she took her hand away and stood up.

"Well, feel free to continue looking around; this is your first time in here isn't it?"

As Jenny stood too, she nodded her head "yes, it's all very well emm, you know interesting," and like a light being flicked on, there was the instant blush!

"Arrhhh, aren't you just so cute and yummy, I could eat you all up. Well I am Susan, and this is my shop, so take as much time as you like, and pop in anytime. By the way what's your name my dear?"

"I'm Jenny, and thanks Susan."

"Well hello Jenny, that's a lovely name, it suits you" with that Susan turned and walked back behind of the counter. Jenny continued to wander around the shop, holding dresses and other item up against herself while looking in the mirror until Susan came back.

"So Jenny, is there anything in particular you are looking for?"

Inside her head she answered 'Why yes Susan, I am looking for a nice vibrator, because the banana isn't quite hitting the spot anymore, and I think I a bit small for a cucumber.' Instead, she glanced towards the curtained doorway and, oh damn, she could feel her face practically glowing with the heat. Surely, thought Jenny, it couldn't be possible to be any redder or more flushed, at least not without steam coming out of her ears. Any hotter and she would simply self-combust and burst into flames.

Susan noticed the direction of the glance and had her confirmation to what she had already suspected. Every so often, she would get a girl like Jenny come into the shop, although often as not they came in pairs and groups, giggling and disturbing her regular customers but, once in a blue moon, someone very special would turn up at her door, and this Jenny had all the makings of something very special and definitely worth cultivating.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, there's a first time for every girl. You just take your time and go on through when you are ready, and please, just ask if you need any guidance."

Just then, another lady towards the front called Susan's name.

"Coming Catherine" and turning back to Jenny "well, when you're ready, just go on through, you're welcome to browse for as long as you like." Susan turned and walked to the front of the shop, leaving Jenny alone again.

For a few minutes, she returned to looking at the boots and shoes, and then, glancing around to see if anybody was watching, she turned towards the curtained arched doorway. Well, she thought, it's what I came looking for, but she continued to hesitate for a few more seconds, before she stepped towards the curtained arch. Her fingertips touched the curtain and she glanced around one final time. Susan was showing another woman something, and the one other customer was looking down at the display. Nobody was watching Jenny at all.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed through the curtain and stepped through the archway, and stopped dead. Whatever Jenny was expecting to see, it wasn't all this. OH MY GOD, she shouted inside of her head, OH. MY. GOD! She stepped forward, letting the curtain fall close behind her. In contrast to the appearance of the main shop with it's 'Ye Oldie World' appearance, this room was all shiny chrome and glass and there was so much... stuff, things! Everywhere!

The room was larger than the front of the shop, perhaps at least as twice as big and well lit, but not too bright, the lighting was focused into pools of light mixed with areas of shadow. It glinted off so many shiny objects, and for a while, she simply stood there and just stared, unable to decide where to start. One thing she did note though, she'd been to overhauled and distracted to blush.

Slowly she began to walk around the room looking at, well, sex toys, sex clothes, sex everything. On her left, lots of rubber clothing, and things she couldn't even begin to name yet. Here there were blindfolds, masks, hoods, straps and harnesses. There was a rack of riding crops, whips, and, well things that looked like table tennis bats, but were clearly not for tennis.

Perhaps if Susan caught her shoplifting, she'd use one to spank her. Bent over Susans lap, while those other ladies watched, on her bare bottom. NO! Stop it! Just behave, she scolded herself. Sometimes her imagination was a bit of a curse.

She reached the centre of the room and here she paused, turning on the spot, just looking around trying to take it all in. It all made her dizzy with excitement.

On the other side of the room was more clothing, over there handcuffs, bars, straps and, well manacles she thought they were called, and lots of other things of that nature. There were stocks and padded benches. Something like a carpenters horse but padded with rings and other things that looked like something the Spanish Inquisition had invented.

For a second her imagination pictured what she might look like bent over that horse, naked and tied down to rings, unable to move or escape. She'd be completely unable to resist anything that being done to her, no matter how much she blushed. God, if she wasn't careful she would be cumming and leaving a puddle of sex juice on the floor.

On the opposite side were racks and displays of, well all sorts of things in tubes and bottles. She picked one bottle up and looked label, which said lubricates. Then she finally saw what she was looking for, to her right, up against the wall near another door with 'Private, Staff Only' and 'Fire Escape' signs on it.

Now this is was what she had came for. However, she hadn't imagined in all her wildest wet dreams that there would be quite so many of them. She walked up to the displays, and just stared at the shelves and hooks, full of rubber... well, rubber and plastic cocks. Just thinking that, made her body tingle... "Cocks" she whispered aloud "So many fucking cocks" and again her body tingled with excitement.

There were small tiny ones, and oh my God, huge massive black ones and so many in between. Not just cock shape either. She picked one up and this appeared to consist of chrome shaped balls, and then there were egg shapes, and other things called a clitoral stimulators. Her eyes fixed on another row of rubber cocks, but these ones had straps and harnesses, again they ranged from quite small, about four inches to ones that must have been twenty and thicker than her arm. Then there were double ended ones. Then there was some very strange ones, tentacles and then, oh God, horse cocks!!! Then came butt plugs, again ranging from small ones, even ones that illuminated, to ones that made her want to scream just thinking about them because they were that big.

Oh no, she was soaking wet. I really need to get one and get out, before I melt into a puddle of sex on the floor. However, which one to choose... well I suppose one in my price range would be a good starting point. I have a budget £25.00 today. Still, even then, there was so much choice, it was like being in a candy shop when she was a child with limited pocket money but seemingly endless choice and yes, she'd notice the cocked shaped lolly's.

Suddenly Susan voice spoke from behind her; she let out a little scream and nearly jumped into the display of rubber cocks, because as before, she hadn't heard Susan's approach.

"I see you found what you came for my dear," said Susan in quiet husky voice.

Jenny's blush was instant and this time she knew she definitely was going to burst into flames.

Susan came and stood by Jenny. "You seem a bit overwhelmed, take a deep breath and try to relax." Again, there was that underlying tone of authority and command, that overrode Jenny shyness, and she felt herself obeying without thinking and after a few minutes, the blush receded.

"Feeling better?" Jenny nodded her head.

"So I am guessing this is the first time, buying a little toy that is?"

Jenny just nodded her head.

"Well if you like, I can make a few recommendations."

This time Jenny managed a quiet "thank you."

"Well then, let's see, if this is your first one, hmmm, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Jenny simply shook her head.

"Are you a virgin my dear?"

Jenny shook her head again and then answered in a whisper "emmm, no, I'm not."

"Ok, well that's shame," replied Susan in a quiet disappointed voice and then louder "let's see, nothing too large then... this is one our most popular ones?"

Jenny's eyes followed Susan hand as she picked up a box and passed it Jenny. Inside, visible though clear window was a blue vibrator. Smooth looking and about 5 inches long.

"We sell lots of these to our younger girls before they move on to bigger and better things. Would you like to take it out of the box? Here let me."

Susan took the box, and quickly opened it.

"This one is rechargeable, you can use any USB charger", and she handed it to Jenny. "There you are dear, it has a lovely soft feel, but it's also still quite firm too."

Jenny squeezed it and turned it over, yes, it does feels nice, she thought, and then she twisted the end cap and dropped it when it suddenly burst into life.

Susan laughed, "It's not going to bite you sweetie," although I might, she thought silently, and bent down and picked it up "so do you like that one, or would like to look at another?"

"No, emmmmm, no this one is great, I'll take it, thanks."

"Ok, but do you mind if I ask you something personal again?"

Jenny simply shook her assent.

"So, I am guessing you've never used one of these before have you?"

Jenny shook her head.

"Well, perhaps I should give you a demonstration?"

Jenny was stunned, no, surely she couldn't be suggesting that! She found herself unable to answer, but inside her head a voice was screaming OH GOD YES PLEASE!!!

Susan pushed Jenny gently backwards, until she felt something soft and padded touch the back of her legs, which turned out to be a leather arm chair, albeit one with some odd rings and straps.

"Sit down" instructed Susan, her voice, which although very quiet, almost a husky whisper, was very firm and commanding. Again, Jenny felt herself obeying without thought and she lowered herself into the chair. Susan slowly lowered herself down onto her knees in front of Jenny.

"Learn back" and Jenny's body responded to the command automatically.

There was a hum has the vibrator came to life and Susan it gently ran it up the side of Jenny's calves until it reached her knee. She slowly moved it up the top and then back down her other leg and then back up over to the other knee. Jenny gripped the arms of the chair as she tingled with excitement. Then the humming toy was moved it along the top of Jenny legs, pushing the hem of Jenny's skirt up a little, and then it back down, stroking gently in a circular motion over her calves.

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When Susan reached Jenny's knee again, she move it back up, she didn't stop but continued pushing the vibrator up between Jennys's closed legs, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Jenny's. When it reached the hem of Jenny's skirt, Susan continued upwards. She could see a visible shiver running through Jenny's body.

A hot warm feeling burst up from between Jenny's thighs, and spread throughout her body and her knees came apart involuntary. The vibrator continued to push up between her legs taking the hem of her skirt with it until the tip touched Jenny wet panty clad pubic mound. At its touch, Jenny closed her eyes and arched her back, her legs opened further and she push up against the tip of the vibrator.

Susan breathed in shapely with excitement when she saw Jenny's reaction. She could smell Jenny's arousal, and struggled not to just pull the girls legs apart and bury her face between them and suck up the girls love juices. No, she told herself, take your time, don't rush it and spoil things.

"Open your legs" instructed Susan in husky voice, and Jenny's legs began to open, "Wider" snapped Susan!

Jenny, all her shyness and embarrassment now drowned in a flood of sexual desire caused by the sensations caused by the vibrator pressed against her pubic mound, did as she was told without hesitation. With her legs spread, her skirt was now around her waist, leaving her exposed to Susan's gaze.

Susan ran her tip of her tongue around her lips; hmmm I bet she tastes so sweet. She ran her other hand up Jenny's leg, over her knee-high socks to her bare thigh. At the same time she began to circle the tip of the vibrator over the front of Jenny's blue panties, and with each motion she pressed a little bit more firmly.

Taking her eyes off Jenny's, Susan looked down, and her blue knickers were clearly soaking wet with the girl's excitement. She let slip a loud gasp as Susan pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clitoris through the material her panties and then circled it, and the returned, this time pressing a little bit harder. Jenny's hips bucked forward and her legs closed and re-opened.

Susan was impressed with the result, so sensitive and reactive. The girl looked like she was close to cuming and yet she was only just teasing her for the moment. She sat back on her heels taking the vibrator and her hands away. Jenny opened her eyes, and looked at Susan pleadingly.

"Please don't stop" she begged.

"Stand up!"

Jenny stood, her skirt falling back down and covering her panties. Susan placed her hands on Jenny calves and then moved them up Jenny's legs, up past her knees, up to her thighs lifting the skirt with the smooth motion. Here she paused, stroking her hands up and down on the bare skin of the girl's upper thighs, all the while maintaining eye contact with Jenny.

"Hold your skirt up".

Jenny took hold of her skirt and pulled it up above her waist and held it there.

Susan's hands continued upwards to the side of Jenny's hips and the top panties. Still looking into Jenny's eyes, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and began to slowly pull them down in one slow movement.

It was odd, perhaps because Jenny was so young and sweet looking, but Susan found doing this incredibly sexy in a way that she had never experienced before with anybody else, at least not for quite some time. She gasped at the sight of Jenny smooth pussy. She continued to pull them slowly down, over Jenny's knees and to her ankles until she lifted first one of Jenny's feet and the other out of the panties.

"Sit down!"

Jenny sat down with knees slightly apart and still holding her skirt around her waist. Susan placed her hands under Jenny's knees, lifting them up and pushed them firmly back up onto the arms of the chair, spreading her thighs wide apart and leaving her completely exposed to Susan's gaze.

God, she really wanted to take some pictures of the little strumpet posed like that, so innocent looking and yet so wanton at the same time. Perhaps another time and, there was always the security cameras.

"Ohhh, such a sweet little pussy, and smooth too. Do you wax?"

Jenny nodded her head, not that there was ever much for her to wax, but she loved being smooth, and shaving didn't last and itched too much. So through a bit of trial and error she'd taught herself to wax her pubic hair off.

Susan licked her lips slowly and then bent forward, and kissed Jenny on a pubic area, and then again, this time lower, and then again.

Ohhh thought Jenny, ohhhh, and then out loud "Ooooohhhh" as Susan lips brushed her clit. Susan ran the tip of her tongue around it. She pushed her hips forward up against the intruding tongue.

It's just like a little hard cock, thought Susan, so hard and erect, as she gently teased and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. Jenny squirmed and wiggled, letting out a soft moan, her thighs closing and opening as the skilled tongue toyed and teased her. Suddenly she let out a loud moan, as Susan placed her mouth over the clitoris, and sucked it between her teeth, while at the same time probing it with tip of her tongue.

"OOOHHhhh God,, yeessssssssss oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh" Moaned Jenny.

Susan took her mouth away from Jenny's clit, and kissed it once before lifted her head.

"What... please...."

"Shhhhhush, there's no hurry" replied Susan, "just you sit back and relax."

"But somebody might come in,"

"No, they won't, I closed the shop and locked the door."

Susan picked up the vibrator, turned it on and gently stroked it over Jenny's inner thigh, moving slowly inwards in a slow circular motion. As it neared her pussy Jenny closed her eyes and tensed, but instead of going straight for it, Susan skirted around and over, teasing Jenny a little bit more. Even this had Jenny writhing and twisting. Susan had forgotten just how sensitive and frustrating it must be for 19 year old girl who was starved of real physical sexual contact.

She allowed the tip of the vibrator to brush Jenny's clit, and the pressed it against it more firmly. The effect was both surprising and instantaneous, Jenny gasp and moaned out loudly, her hand gripped the sides of the chair, her body convulsing as her orgasm crash over her like a wave. Susan pressed the vibrator harder against Jenny's clit, as her legs closed around her and held it tightly there for a few minutes, before relaxing and allowing Susan to take it away. She circled it around Jenny's pussy, allowing the girl a moment to recover.

After a few minutes, her breathing slowing, Jenny looked down at Susan, but before she could say anything, Susan spoke.

"You enjoyed that?"

Jenny simply nodded her head.

"Ready for the second course?"

Before she could answer, Susan moved the vibrator down to Jenny's pussy opening, rubbing the tip over her sweet little mound, soaking wet with her juices and then she ran the tip up and then down between Jenny's lips. She let out a little moan and closed her eyes as the vibrator slid up and down, humming away, and then let a louder gasp. Susan had pushed half the length of the vibrator right into her tight little cunt in one swift movement. The effect was amazing to watch from Susan perspective.

Thus far, in her short sexual life, Jenny's sexual encounters had been nothing compared to the new and intense feelings that was thundering through young body. No amount of reading, fantasying or self gratification had come close to what she was experiencing now. As for her one real previous sexual encounter, that could be best described as disappointingly underwhelming, even before today.

She gasped out loudly again, as Susan began pumping the vibrator back and forth, hand fucking it in deeper with each inward stroke. Jenny was beginning to twist and turn, moving her hips to meet the inward push, and Susan had to hold firmly on to one of Jenny's legs as she fuck the vibrator slowly but firmly into the girls tight little cunt. Perhaps she should have strapped the little minx into the chair, but then again, she didn't want to scare her off by doing anything too kinky on their first fuck. She would just have to keep a firm hold, which was shame, because what she really wanted to was tease the girls clit while she fucked her.

Jenny slipped forward, and this pushed the vibrator right into her, so that Susan knuckles were now touching Jenny's soaking wet cunt lips. She twisted it, as she pumped it back and forth, and with each inward thrust Jenny cried out loudly. Every few pumps, Susan pulled back until only the tip buzzing remained, before pushing it back in deeply, cause the girl to arch her back and lift her hips.

Susan could feel Jenny building up to her second orgasm and she began to pump the vibrator faster, fucking it rapidly back and forth into Jenny's cunt. Jenny was twisting and shacking so much that she was almost off the chair, and was now letting out a continuous wail. Her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around Susan, and she now had to wrap her free arm tightly around one arm of the chair so that she could keep fucking Jenny. Suddenly the girls legs flew open, and the girl raised her hips and pushed hard again the vibrator and a small squirt of juice hit Susan in the face, and then another, as Jenny was hit by her first multiple orgasm. She was now admitting a continuous wail.

Susan continued to fuck Jenny, but more slowly, twisting and angling the vibrator, she enjoying the feeling of being in control, the sense of power, which was made all the move exquisite when you victim was so sweet and shy.

Jenny was completely lost in a storm of ecstasy; wave upon wave of intense pleasure braking came crashing over her, as her young body writhed, twisted and shook.

Susan slowed her pumping as Jenny's convolutions began to subside and her cry's pleasure subsided to a gentle whimper. Finally, Susan slipped the vibrator out of Jenny and lifting it to her mouth, and slide it between her own lips. Hmmmm, the taste, so sweet and yet so bitter. She looked at Jenny, collapsed half on the chair, her legs open, with juices still flowing from her sweet cunt, red and swollen. Could she risk a quick photo? Then she remembered that her phone was out in the front shop by the till.

She was sorely tempted to close the shop for the rest of the day, but she could hear some distant impatient knocking from the front of the shop. She longed to sit on that pretty little face and deal with her own unfulfilled needs. She sighed, well perhaps another time, if the girl comes back. Susan was fairly certain she would, and that this wouldn't be the last time.

She stood and walked towards a door at the back the room, and went through the door. A few seconds later she was back, holding a packet of wipes, cloth and towel. Has Jenny sat slumped on the chair, she gently wiped the girl's thighs and pussy. It took all of Susan's will power not to bend down and start licking her clean, because she knew it wouldn't stop there. The shop had already been closed for too long, and she had regulars that always came in on a Monday afternoon. Learning over Jenny, Susan kissed her on the mouth.

"There's a wash room through there" she indicated the door with 'Private Staff Only" sign on it, "go on through and tidy yourself up. When you are ready, come through, but take as long as you need."

Susan helped Jenny stand up and steadied her as they walked through door into a short corridor, and through into another door.

"Here you are. Can you manage, because I really need to get back to shop?"

"Yes, I think so, thank you."

"Well, take your time."

Susan turned and left, and Jenny lent up against sink for a few minutes. Wow, she thought, what the fuck had just happened to her. Once she was sure that her legs would support herself, she began to freshen herself up. After a few minutes she remembered her panties and she went back to get them, but she couldn't see them anywhere near the chair and realised that Susan must have picked them up and so she returned to the washroom.

Nearly half an hour had passed, and Susan was beginning to worry. Perhaps she had pushed things too far too fast; after all Jenny appear to be pretty innocent and inexperienced in real world things. She might have left via the fire exist, although the alarm would have gone off, so no, the girl must still be in washroom. She was about to go in search when Jenny appeared.

"There you are dear, are everything OK?"

"Yes... yes ohhh that was so wonderful, I've never felt anything like that, thank you."

"No, it should be me thanking you; it's always a pleasure to give a girl a helping hand onto the path of self-fullfilment."

Jenny began blush a little, but significantly less than she would normally do.

"How much was the vibrator?"

"Well, I tell you what, because it's your first, and because I enjoyed myself so much, I will let you have it for free, so long as you promise to come back."

In head her head, Susan added because, I haven't finished with you by a long shot young lady.

"No, I can't take it without paying..."

"Yes you can, think of it as a gift, if you promise to come back."

"Well ok, thank you."

"Let me put it in a bag for you."

"Thank you."

"There you are, now are you sure you won't take the boots, they're definitely you."

"No, I'm sorry, I can't. I've just started University, and I haven't found a part-time job yet, so no, I can't spend that much, not yet.... ohh but I do like them.

"You know, I do need a new shop assistant; perhaps you might like to come and work here?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really; why don't you give it some thought? Here's my card. Let me know if you are interested." Jenny took the card and slipped into her pocket.

"Cool, thanks, I'd loved too, but I've never worked anywhere like this before, it's all so emmm you know, new."

"That's quite ok, I shall look forward to showing you the ropes, but have a think about it, and then call me and let me know one way or the other, or perhaps we can meet for a coffee?"

"Thanks Susan and thank you again for... you know... well thanks." With that, Jenny turned and left the shop.

Susan stared at the door after Jenny had gone for a few minutes. God, she was delectable, so sweet and innocent, and yet so wicked and sinful on the inside too. There hidden depth under the prim and sensible exterior and Susan wanted very badly to dive in and explore them. It had been a quite while since she had felt so attracted and excited by another person, either male or female.

Still, Jenny would require careful and delicate handing if she wasn't to be scared away, and cultivated to her full potential. It was bad enough that the poor innocent soul hadn't thought about the security cameras clearly visible around the shop, and she did feel a little guilty. Still, she reasoned with herself, it wasn't like she planning on putting it all online or sharing it with anybody else. It would go into her private collection, for her on private gratification. She couldn't wait till later to review the security footage. She glanced at her watch; it was going to a long afternoon.

There was one other thing to consider. She was absolutely certain that Jenny was the same girl she'd been talking to online for about 12 months, and who, some 6 weeks ago, Susan had recommended Silk & Lace too.

How would she react, if and when, she realised that Susan and Lotus Flower were same person? Would realise 'Susan' was Egyptian for the Lotus Flower, and connect to the stylised lotus flower that was used throughout the business in graphics and pictures including on her business card, the one she had given Jenny or even the broach, that she habitually wore and was wearing, right now, at her throat. Should she tell her? A tricky question laced with unforeseen consequences.

She pulled out the soaking wet blue panties and put nose, and breathed in the sweet aroma of Jenny's sex. Yes, thought Susan, this one was different, special, interesting and full of potential, especially with the right nurturing and guidance. She just needed time and room to grow now that she had been given a taste of what life could be. I really hope she comes back.

She was on the verge of shutting the shop and retiring to her upstairs flat when Susan's chain of thought of was broken by the bell tingling, and one of her regular customers entered. Yes, she told herself, it's going to be a long afternoon.

The End

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