Well, this is a funny story and so timely too:- I have just returned from a week booking, with a married couple who engaged my services for their time away. The lady in question - who knows I will be writing in detail about the whole thing and approves thoroughly - had requested I buy a nice shocking pink strap on, that would be specifically for me to fuck her with and no one else. I had seen just the right thing in a trade catalogue belonging to my local sex shop that the public wouldn’t usually be shown. I am in there regularly though and it does them a big favour to show me things I might like, so they can include them in their next order. The owner called me to let me know the “electric pink cock” had arrived but to bare with the new girl running the shop, as his partner had had a broken leg from some watersports escapade - no not that sort of watersports, Well, I don‘t think so! The short notice situation meant he hadn’t had the time to show her the running of the store in detail and she was basically left to cope with quite a complicated business, with a fairly high trade as sex shops go. Now, from memory of the first couple of times I ventured into sex shops and the faces and actions I have witnessed of other customers since then, I would say it’s usual for people to feel nervous and slightly furtive, not wanting to look at things too closely for fear that others might see what they think they were interested in. So I was delighted to turn the tables a little when I walked through the door like I owned the place and the lovely new girl at the counter looked up, made a sort of whimpery recognition noise and then looked back down in the height of embarrassment at the spread sheet looking thing she was doing something with. As she had returned to the sheet in front of her, her hair had fallen to the side, leaving one shoulder bare and one covered. She wasn’t posing, but I thought how much she looked like a timid version of me. Realizing this, I had a little shudder of pleasure and found my pussy was instantly wet. You see, I have had sexual fantasies since quite young about having a twin sister! I suppose when I walked up to her, she must have sensed some sort of predator signal coming from me - I was very confident as I strolled right up hard to the counter. Her reaction was to step back and bump into a shelf that had various lube bottles and more what I think of as novelty items on it. A couple of bottles fell over and she went very pink as she knocked some other bits over whilst trying to straighten the shelf. I wondered what else she might have in that same lovely pink and used the perfect height of the counter to press against my clit piercing, making my nipples go hard and my pussy wetter. I asked very confidently, but with a suitable hint of caring in my voice, if she was alright - it had been quite a hard bump after all. After she stammered a “yes I’m fine thanks”, I went on to explain that the owner had called to say my shocking pink strap on had arrived. She relaxed a little bit and told me the owner had said I’d be coming in to collect it. I was also pleased to be told the supplier had stopped trading and although the shop hadn’t paid it’s invoice there was now nowhere to send the stock back to. I don’t understand why, but the stock couldn’t be sold either. I was wondering whether this lovely girl had any idea about the things that were running through my head and what I would like to be doing with her but to be fair, she seemed to have, to some extent, gotten herself under control. I was a little bit disappointed really and I hoped she wasn’t going to just ignore me! As she explained about the stock - as best she could - she said that the owner had left instructions, not only to give me the pink strapon dildo which fits my harness system, but to ask me if I wanted the purple one the supplier had sent as well - after all, technically the stuff should have been destined for the bin once it had been accounted for. I had visited near lunch and the sexy little shop assistant had also been told to lock up for lunch as she was on her own. I was over the moon when she passed on the final gem from the owner. It seems my long standing business relationship with the couple who own the shop has many benefits. I was offered free rain on the stock which would eventually be disposed of. I have quite high standards when it comes to toys, lingerie, pvc etc and it wasn’t like I would get so much out of it I wouldn’t order anything else for a while. Customer relations I call it. The assistant said she had to lock up for lunch and to take her full hour. However, she wasn’t able to go anywhere because the shop couldn’t be left unattended without being fully shuttered and alarmed etc. “You can still look through the stuff while I have my lunch, if you don’t mind me locking you in with me” she said. Mind? Not really! After she locked up I started looking through the stock destined for the bin. I asked her name? “Jemma” she replied - oh, by the way, I’ve since asked whether it was ok to write about this event and Jemma actually asked me to include her real name in it! As I dug further into the stock I started sharing my thoughts with her about what was there and although at first she was a little shy, she soon started to enjoy the rummage and seemed more and more interested in my opinions. Things like - single stitched, it wouldn’t last the night - or, I broke two of those in one day before. Time went on and the shy barrier was way down now. I started to ask if Jemma had ever used one of these, or worn one of those. Mostly the answer was a slightly embarrassed no, with an occasional timid yes to a couple of very standard toys. Then suddenly she looked straight at me and said “the reason I got a job here is because I love sex and fantasise about it all the time, but I’m so shy I don’t do any of it”! Wow. I was in my element now. I told her it was very brave to admit to her shyness and suggested she help me rummage through as a bit of fun and to make herself less shy with things which seemed such an issue for her to use or wear. I pulled out a pvc mini dress which I new was her size - I’d already clocked it earlier and thought how good she would look in it if I ever got to have her. I said “ try this on Jemma”. She went pink and said she’d love to but was far to chicken. I told her I’d dress up too if it felt too big a step on her own. She still looked timid, but nodded and smiled a sexy little smile. I pulled out a nurses uniform which looks like one of my own favourites, but wasn’t really the same quality. I pulled off my dress right in front of her, which took her back a bit, maybe she thought I was going to use the little changing room - no fear, not unless she was going to squeeze in there with me! I paused and looked at her looking at me, then slowly slipped on the uniform and did up the zip enough to cover, but low enough to have my bust showing enticingly. Her cheeks went pink again and she told me I looked stunning. Finally I slipped down my knickers and let them drop around my high heels. I left them there whilst Jemma starred at me, with a rabbit in the headlight look on her face. “You can’t wear knickers like these with this sort of pvc” I said “It makes a line“. “But that’s the sort I’m wearing” Jemma replied. I told her, in a matter of fact way, she’d be best taking hers off, after all, she didn’t want to spoil the look the first time she wore a pvc dress did she? Then, a second revelation - “I have a high heeled shoe fetish!” she said almost too quick to make the words out. “Great” I said, although not really having anywhere to go with that one as my heels wouldn’t have fit her and I knew she meant buying and wearing them, rather than licking them etc. Jemma explained she never wore heels when she went out, at work, or even in the bedroom, when she had company, but she loved them so much she bought loads of them in all different styles, would walk around in them at home on her own and kept a different pair in her bag every day. I told her to go and get them. She went, slightly sheepishly around the counter to her bag and retrieved a beautiful pair of heels, which I would have loved to own myself. “Lets get you changed” I said as I moved toward her with the dress I had picked out for her. I wanted to see how she would do on her own, so I held out the dress in a way that expressed ‘take it’ rather than suggesting I was going to hold it for her. She took the dress from me and stood there looking a bit silly with the pvc mini in one hand and her heels in another. “Go on then” I told her. She took a deep breath and pulled her jeans down, which was cute because she forgot to take her pumps off first and had that flustered thing where you don’t know whether to take your shoes off or to try and pull your jeans over them now you’ve started. Sensibly, she bent over and took her pumps and little socks off, then her jeans. Jemma’s inexperience showed as the next thing she did was to step into her heels - I think she wanted to feel a little bit more dressed. Next she took off her T-shirt, slightly awkwardly, as she was still holding the dress I’d given her. At this point I would have put the dress on, but she was getting nervous now and decided in her haste to pull her knickers off first. The first attempt ended up with her pinging herself with the elastic. Second time she got hold both sides and pulled down. I relished watching her as her pussy held on to her knickers briefly, before letting go and then they came down, revealing a lovely mound, topped with a Brazilian! Was that a glisten I saw there? She left her knickers around her shoes as she tried to quickly put on the dress. Being a newcomer to pvc, she started to have a hard time of slipping it over and on. Jemma looked like she would fall over and let out a little squeak of “help” from inside the dress, which was covering her head. I, of course, came straight to her aid. I held her firmly so she could regain her balance, then, a little too slowly, helped her into it. I told her to put her arms up and look up so I could pull the dress down and into place. Making sure I had the bottom of the mini by the front and back, not the sides, meant that as I slowly pulled it into position my hands simultaneously brushed her pussy and the valley of her arse. As my hands brushed by, she let out a small but definite whimper of pleasure. And I could feel she was actually wet. She was in the dress and just required zipping up at the front with the half zip. I adjusted her cleavage as she angled her head back down from looking at the ceiling. She looked at me in that way when you know someone is either going to lean in and take a longed for kiss - or desperately wants to. She remembered herself, colour returning to her cheeks and said “I look stupid don’t I”. I gently took hold of her again and turned her towards the wall with the full length mirror on it. She looked at herself and let out a gasp. Then she smiled nervously at first, with a little naughtiness creeping in at the corners. She turned to me and said what do you think, making intimate eye contact while she asked. I didn’t answer at first and looked at her looking at herself and me in the mirror. I could tell she was loving the way she looked and that she was paying a lot of attention to how she and the dress were looking with her heels. I decided it was time to let her know how I really felt, so I said “actually, I’d love to fuck you”! Her cheeks reddened, but her breathing started to change to a more deep, sultry sound, that conveyed desire and passion? Jemma let go of her last secret and told me there was something else she fantasized about all the time, but had never done. I didn’t need to hear any more and kissed her deeply there and then. She moaned and kissed me back whist making a sweet attempt at groping me. The counter was only a few steps away and confidently, I strode forwards as she stepped back - I have to admit her balance in heels was excellent. Her exquisite bum met the work top and her knees bent slightly. I moved my right hand straight up to the top of her left inner thigh and gripped her leg, my index finger slipping slightly between her wet lips. She gasped again but was now meeting me with passion and grabbing for my pussy. I let her find it and explore me. Very quickly she was doing a fantastic job of pleasuring me and I knew she was using her knowledge of how to please a woman with fingers, from her self exploration, along with many an evening fantasizing about doing it to someone else. “Fuck me” she groaned, “fuck me now”. I reached down to my bag and got my strapon harness out - I’d brought it with me to make sure the dildo fitted, as sometimes they don’t. I picked up the new ‘purple’ dildo and unwrapped it. I told Jemma to suck it and make it wet. She took it from me and did a great job of sucking and salivating all over it. She may have been shy in some ways but I could see a few guys must have had some satisfying attention to their cocks in the past! I put my harness on while I watched her. Not to be outdone, but also for a little bit of sexy fun, I took the dildo from her and said “watch this”. I sucked the cock deeply at first, which made her moan, then slipped it into my throat and rode it for a few seconds. She made an impressed and delighted noise. While she was getting over that I quickly put the dildo onto the vacuum lock. The timid look was starting to creep back a little, so quickly I turned her around and bent her over the counter, then slid the purple cock into her soaking pussy. She came within seconds and trembled at the knees. I genuinely thought she might slide down onto the floor, so I steadied her. Jemma told me, from her position, bent over the counter, that she had never cum so hard and could I please do it again. Without saying a word, I started to fuck her again, a bit rougher this time, until I got a nice slapping sound from her arse. When she had had three more orgasms, with juices clearly running down her legs and looking like she really was going to collapse, I pulled my purple cock out of her dribbling pussy. I took hold of the shaft and got my hand nice and wet, then reached round so she could lick her own juices from my fingers, which she did whilst moaning and panting, but still sounding like there was more to come. Jemma turned round and asked if she could try to eat my pussy, so I parked my bottom on the counter, leant back slightly and bent my knees so my heels were touching in front of me, to frame my pussy. My beautiful assistant squealed with delight As I was giving her her first taste of pussy, at the same time as being able to appreciate my high heels. Her tongue approached me a little bit pointy, like in those ridiculous fake scenes in porn films, so I told her - “like you want it done to you”. She immediately changed technique and made me cum twice, hard! “You are a dirty little slut” I told her and that it was a good job because I was one too! She moved away a little and I moved off of the counter and on to the floor, where we both fingered each other some more and ate each other out. After making each other cum again, I smiled at her and said it must be almost time to open up again. She gasped, but I told her I meant the shop. Jemma looked properly displeased and said “I suppose you’re right” We got up, kissed, changed, kissed again Then tidied the mess. Jemma thanked me and asked if I might help her with her shyness again. I said “We’ll see” It was time to unlock the door but as she walked towards it, I came up behind her, pressed her against it and slid my hand down her jeans and into her knickers. I pushed two fingers down hard, either side of her clit and she came straight away, then I finger fucked her sopping pussy for another orgasm. I slid my hand out and said “now you can unlock it”. With knees shaking badly, she opened the door, where a customer was waiting to come in. Suddenly the shy assistant was back, knowing what she had just done - delicious! As the new customer walked around, I picked up my bag and the - as yet unused - shocking pink strapon attachment. I stole a kiss while the customer was turned the other way and left. I have been away for a week and won’t need to pop into the shop for another week or so, but I did phone to see if Jemma was ok and I’m glad to say, she is over the moon at what we did together in the shop. I’m pretty happy about it, I can tell you! I’ll definitely let you know if we get together again and Jemma is right up for me telling you about it too. Seems that shell of hers is finally crumbling………….