FUN AT ANN SUMMERS

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“Oh, and remember.... we’re out of lube” my girlfriend announced as she rushed off to work as I happily dozed away, half awake.
“Ok,” I chuckled. I knew exactly what she was referring to. I had tried to force my cock into her arse the other night (quite unsuccessfully, I might add) without such a slippery aid and we were meeting up with our fuck buddy in the week, who has a tendency to get a little nervous and dry on us, despite loving a bit of ass play herself.
“Sure, I have to go to Tesco’s anyway,” I groaned. I fell back to sleep as the cat watched and waited for me to rise. I climbed out of bed an hour or so later and after a few cups of tea and a check on the Big Brother housemates on the live feed on E4, I ventured out into sunny West London.
I past the fire station and the shopping centre. As I did the same for Ann Summers, I stopped.





I was drawn to both the pumping, soulful RnB and the sight of the male security guard nodding his head along to the beats. I turned on my heels and headed inside, walking past the displays of new line lingerie to the back of the shop.
The girl on the desk greeted me with a very excited ‘hello’, one that any five star hotel would be proud of. She seemed surprised at my confidence as I strode in quite contented and relaxed and gave me the look. The one that speaks volumes every time I walk into somewhere similar.

It said to me that she was used to guys cowering in a corner or watching awkwardly around them as their girlfriends pottered around quite happily, pondering on what the large plastic lengths would do that their other halves couldn’t. She raised her eyebrow at this and smiled an extra time as I passed her.

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Dressed demurely in black t-shirt and black jeans, I caught a fleeting glance of her rear, which was an ass any booty girl would be proud of. She had perky little breasts under her t-shirt and her hair in dreads and looked a bit like Halle Berry. Just my cup of tea.


I walked by and stopped at their selection of toys and started burrowing through the different types of lube, a task that has become more and more like ordering a coffee in Starbucks everytime I visit. I’m a pretty simple man. I’m satisfied with good old ‘Slide and Ride’ like most but I always find myself mezmerized by the choice. Now there is stamina gel, orgasm gel, cock rub, pussy rub, dick lick, tingle heat, nipple dust and even strawberry and kiwi Juicy Lube. Now there is something for every discerning palate.
I saw out of the corner of my eye, her watching me.

She debated whether to come and offer her help but stopped when she entered. Another girl, more coffee coloured than her darker friend, bolted from a door behind me. I turned instantly as I heard the sound of fuck me heels on the hardwood floor. She was carrying a box of smalls but the other sight she was carrying was more than evident.


She looked like she was working in Agent Provovateur rather than an Ann Summers as she rocked the full cleavage shot in her pink, open fronted tunic. She had larger breasts than the other girl and were all held up from the well supported bra from underneath. She oozed sexuality.

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“Hello, Sir,” she announced with gusto and volume. The stick of Liquid Satin Sex Lubricant slipped from my hands and back into the bowl attached to the wall.
“Hi There,” I replied, somewhat more chilled.
“Anything I can help you with?” she smirked, as she cast a furitive glance to the other girl on the till. I guessed that she was trying to test my resolve. She looked at me like she half expected me to bolt for the door which, unfortunately for her, never even crossed my mind.
“Actually yes, do you prefer the pussy rub or the cherry pussy lick?” I grinned.
She looked a bit shocked, I have to say. This surprised me in her line of work. Surely it’s just like asking someone in DFS whether they like a thin underlay or a thick shag?

She looked like she was almost pulling herself together, as she shifted on her footing. She put her box down on the floor, making sure I got a good view down her front. I glanced over to the security guard, who I think was salivating enough for the both of us.

“What? Like when I go down on me girlfriend?” she countered nodding to the other girl. I sensed that she was playing with me a little so I turned to the girl in jest, holding both products aloft in each hand.
“Then, which one do you like her to lick off you?” I joked, relentless.
The girl with the tunic and the cleavage tapped my arm playfully.
“Hey, behave yourself....” she laughed. “They both do the same job...”
“Ok,” I looked down and pondered. I could see that she was waiting if I had anymore potential in me and possibly whether my gusto and resolve would run out on her.
“...and the whips and canes, do you have anything more in a paddle? My girlfriend loves a good, hard, flat surface on her....”


Yes, I though, she’s impressed now. She grinned at me and took her bottom lip into her mouth. She looked to her colleague and nodded. The girl rolled her eyes and held out her hand to me.
“I might have something out the back,” she giggled. She walked past me and

I saw her arse sashay quite wonderfully in her Victoria Beckham jeans. She stopped at the store and turned back to give me a wink. I grinned back. The words ‘rat up a drain pipe’ are the only way to describe how I reacted.

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We entered the store room and she closed the door quietly behind us and leaned over for a peck on the lips.

She tasted very sweet indeed and my cock thundered from my pants immediately and strained to get out from the restrictions of my trousers.


She was good way taller than me and those heels weren’t helping. She sensed this almost immediately and kicked them off before popping a few extra buttons on her tunic front, exposing a little more of her pretty bra.........

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More to come later....