Sidney stood up in the bathtub when she was finished and let some of the water drip off her body and back into the tub. It had taken a lot of scrubbing to get all the oil off her body and a bit of fingering to work it out of her pussy and ass, but she was done and felt fantastic. She stepped out of the tub and dried off with a fluffy white towel, then got dressed while she planned her day.

She pulled on her boy shorts and said aloud, “What am I doing. I’m not planning anything today. I am walking to that sex shop and I am going to do whatever I feel like doing.” Sidney finished her outfit with a plain black sports bra, a pair of mid-thigh denim cutoff shorts, and a simple black tee shirt that flaunted her toned midriff. Sidney eyed herself in the mirror. “I look like such a slut in this, look at how much skin I’m showing! I don’t know what’s happening to me.” With a shake of her head, Sidney walked out of her apartment and down to the bus stop.

When the bus pulled up, Sidney got on and took a seat. She looked around. Most people were just reading a newspaper or listening to music and trying to ignore everyone else, but her eyes met with a particular woman who was actually looking at Sidney.

She wasn’t staring like a horny sixteen year-old might stare, but she was looking intently. Her head was tilted inquisitively, like she couldn’t quite make up her mind about what she thought of Sidney. Her body moving on its own, Sidney blew the woman a kiss. The woman mimed to catch it and put it in her pocket. Then, the woman stood up and walked over to Sidney, taking the seat beside her. Sidney whispered to her, “Why are you staring at me?”

The woman looked right in her eyes and said back, “Because I want to fuck you.”

Sidney was taken aback by this direct approach and couldn’t think of anything to say. The woman’s piercing stare stayed focused directly on Sidney, and she felt exposed. The woman placed her hand on Sidney’s exposed thigh and slid it back and forth. Sidney made no move to stop her. The woman began to rub the outside of the shorts directly over Sidney’s clit with an alarmingly fast pace. Her hand moved back and forth while the rest of her stayed still, and her eyes never moved; they were aimed directly at Sidney’s.
None of the other bus riders noticed the actions happening in the seat with Sidney and the woman, and they were undisturbed as Sidney came, biting down on her lip hard to stifle a moan. While Sidney gasped for breath, the woman whispered in her ear, “Just think what I could do if you didn’t have clothes on.”

Sidney replied, “I’m running an… errand right now, but here.” Sidney wrote down her address on a piece of paper and gave it to the woman. “Tonight.” The woman slipped the paper into the same pocket that held Sidney’s kiss and went back to her seat. She exited the bus at the next stop, waving to Sidney as she went down the steps. The woman was so skilled with her fingers, Sidney couldn’t help but wonder how she had been able to move her hand so quickly. The first possibility that Sidney though of was a pianist, but that seemed to be a little far-fetched. ‘I can just ask her tonight,’ she reasoned.

The bus pulled to a stop at the station near her destination. Sidney walked down the street and saw other people on the street turn and look at her. Some of the men dropped their jaws. When Sidney saw a girl looking at her, she blew them a kiss, causing the girls to blush. Sidney smiled, and boldly walked into the store when she got there.

She turned and marched down the first aisle. It had a fairly wide selection of dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, and other phallus-shaped objects, all hanging neatly in rows. Sidney picked up a large plug and read the case. “Six inch diameter? That is truly amazing. I’d like to meet the girl who can get this all the way in.” She placed it back, knowing that that girl wasn’t her.

She turned to the dildos. There were the regular cylinders, the faux-cocks, some with veins, some with balls attached, some with a harness on the back, and some with all three. Only one of them caught Sidney’s eye. It was a hand, about the size of Sidney’s own, and the box advertised: ‘Moveable joints for fingering, fisting, or massaging!’ Sidney held on to it; this was something she would enjoy.

She turned to the next aisle and saw a sign. It had two columns, one titled “Gloryhole Appointments” and the other titled “The Femdom Room”. Sidney didn’t know what a gloryhole was, but the illustration underneath the title made it clear. After seeing a dick poking through a wall, Sidney decided not to sign up. The other illustration looked enticing. A woman with stilettos, a whip, and a semi-evil grin on her face. Sidney checked the time.