Leaving the car at the station I click clacked to the ticket office then to the platform. The looks of a group of young men on the platform reassured me that at forty two my size ten figure was in good shape and I could still turn heads.I smiled to myself happy that my preparations were a success. The train journey into town was uneventful. The sun through the carriage window was warm on my body through the thin fabric of my dress, as I absentmindedly watched the back gardens and yards of factories flicker by and I was able to eaves drop the conversation of the few others in the carriage. My young admirers from the platform were seated a row back from where I sat at the window. I could just see a couple of them watching me diagonally across the gangway. Their overheard comments made me smile and feel quite sexy, just the right mood for today.One of them ventured "I tell you she's wearing stockings and not much else under that dress" and his mate replied "some lucky sods going to be shagging her later on and unfortunately it won't be any of us". As I left the train at the jewellery quarter I blew them a kiss as it rolled out again to Birmingham. It was a short step to the pub where I was to rendezvous with Gary.The quarter was busy with lunchtime shoppers and workers making the most of the sunshine in their break. I felt exhilarated with the weather and the attention of the men on their way to their lunch time pints, wondering if they discerned in my demeanour the sense of delicious anticipation of the slightly seedy adventure I was about to embark on. Gary had managed to get a table in the crowded pub and had already bought me a large red wine. He rose to kiss me and I knew from his look that he approved of my outfit. As we parted his hand slid down my behind checking in a brief touch the flimsy knickers and the button of the suspender.'you look great' he said and took a sip of his Bacardi and coke. We made small talk for a while, then after a second large wine I asked, 'OK, what are we doing,and what are the rules?'. He responded 'Well I thought we'd visit a few sex shops and buy you a new vibrator and maybe a couple of videos.' Quietly I said 'but we both know that really you'd like to see me tease and turn on some of those creepy guys you think will be there, wouldn't you?' I slid my hand up his leg to his crotch. His hard cock betrayed him. Uncomfortably he agreed, but said he only wanted me to do it if I wanted to. 'Right' I said 'These are the rules! I'll go wherever you want but If I say its time to go home, we go home. If your not comfortable with anything you let me know by a clear shake of the head and we'll quit whatever and come home, no recriminations! OK!' With that I downed the last dregs of my wine and said 'lead on'. Gary took my hand and led me through the quarter until eventually a narrow street opened onto a run down but major thoroughfare. Across the road was an Adult Shop at least that's what it was called. Dodging the traffic we entered the shop via a lobby bedecked with warnings of offensive material and a bead curtain. Inside it was I thought, not having been in such a place before, surprisingly normal. A bit like a regular magazine shop, just grubbier.Racks and racks of mags and videos lined the walls of a long narrow room. Disappointingly we seemed to be the only customers. From behind us a voice asked if we needed any help. Turning round we faced the counter behind which a rather corpulent man sat. He was squeezed into a T shirt through which his flesh protruded from a number of holes.'No thanks we're just looking' Gary answered a bit to quickly,'he's nervous' I thought. We browsed the shelves examining videos and magazines. At the far end of the shop was a cabinet displaying an array of vibrators and other sex toys and another with various outfits. Approaching the counter I asked the store owner if he could let me see the vibrators. Easing his stomach round the counter he followed me back to the cabinet and opened the glass door.He stood there the top of his trousers concealed by his overhanging gut. It occurred to me, 'he's not seen his cock in a long time.' Looking straight at my cleavage he leered, 'which one takes your fancy?' I pointed to a large veined black one complete with testicles. Gary had stood back affecting to check out a costume but I could tell he was watching intently. I noticed another equally fat man had now appeared behind the counter. The man handed me the vibrator it was about 9 or 10inches long and thick. 'How do you switch it on 'I queried' holding the knob end and offering the balls end to him. 'Batteries are extra' he quipped. 'Well I'm not buying it if I don't know it works.' I smiled. He shuffled off to get some batteries. Gary came over to me and kissed me putting his tongue in my my mouth, his cock was hard against my leg. The store owner returned and as he handed the black vibrator to me switched it on. It jerked in my hand powerful and throbbing as he still held it by the balls.'Bet you fancy this up you?' he demanded with a smirk. I took it from him and as it whirred put its knob end against my left nipple, the vibrations reverberated through me and my nipple showed hard through the dress. As the man stood watching I pulled down the shoulder of my dress exposing the breast I'd begun teasing. I resumed the treatment on the engorged nipple.The fat man was transfixed and perspiring freely, his rank odour permeating the air.Transferring the vibrators attention to the other breast I pulled his head down to the exposed nipple. He began to suck on me gently like a baby.I felt his hand inching my dress up and exploring my behind. 'Toss me off.' he pleaded in a whining voice. 'Drop your trousers then' I whispered. He straightened up and began to fumble with the belt that was somewhere under his gut. Dropping to my haunches I began to help him, tugging his scruffy jeans down round his ankles.He wore no underpants and his average size cock poked out from under his belly right in front of my face. Looking up at Gary I paused waiting for a signal. It was obvious he was turned on but he had a sort of glazed look as if he didn't quite believe what he was seeing.Taking hold of the pulsing stiff prick in my hand I leaned forward almost touching it with my lips. Then still holding it, I said 'you're right the vibrator looks a better bet, but I think we'll check out the prices somewhere else'. Standing up suddenly I left the poor man standing with his trousers down in the middle of his shop, as grabbing Gary's hand I made for the door pulling up the top of my dress as we went. His partner made no move as we ducked through the bead curtain and exited into the sunlit street. I don't know if we thought we might be pursued but we hurried over the litter strewn pavements away from the shop, both of us laughing a bit hysterically. We turned into a narrow side street. There were no shops just entrances to warehouses many of them with piles of rubbish waiting for the bin men. Gary pulled me into a doorway and began to kiss me and had his hand up my skirt and in my knickers.'That was unbelievable.' he panted. 'You wanted me to suck him off didn't you' I said ' Yes' he murmured between kisses, 'I wanted to See his cock in your mouth and then you fucking him and his fat mate, They're so fucking gruesome and you're so lovely it really makes me hot'. Squatting down I pulled his rigid prick from his trousers and began to suck him off. In seconds he was groaning he was about to come. As I jerked him to a climax he shot his stuff all over my face and neck.Taking his jis slicked cock back in my mouth I teased the end of his still hard dick with my tongue. Suddenly there was the sound of a car horn. Across the road less than thirty feet away an Asian guy sat in a transit van and must have watched our performance. He put his head out of the window and shouted 'Hey gorgeous, You can suck my cock any time, how much you want?' His accent that curious mix of Brummie and Pakistani many Asians have round here. 'He thinks your a prozie.' Gary said stuffing his tackle into his trousers as fast as he could. Standing up I wiped his spunk from my face with a tissue. 'Well I could be, couldn't I'. I gave a questioning look at my husband. He made no response. Leaving him leaning weak kneed against the doorway, I crossed the road to the van.Fishing out my lipstick I used the wing mirror to reapply a layer to my smudged mouth....

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