Omg, so I had heard about this place years back but didn’t think twice about it until I was asked out on a date. I had no idea what to expect. It’s the Country Bookstore, by the way, I’m speaking of. So I dress up all sexy … thigh boots, a tight black mini skirt, and a pink - Pink Floyd T-shirt, and my chariot arrives. Casual conversation and a cup of homemade apple moonshine get me fired up. The place is 17 minutes from my house. We park and enter through the front. We received a hot welcome from an older white gentleman.
I glance at the novelties, and the gentleman gives us the rundown on admission to the “theater room” and “private viewing booths.” They have a strict safety policy with no tolerance for bullshit. I checked both spaces out and opted to hang out in the theater room because there was a little more space and an adult movie playing on the TV. I have to say, as soon as I entered, it was like all eyes were on me. There were no other women there besides a TS. But I could feel the sexual tension in the air; the longing and appetites got me fired up. I had to put on a show. I gave my date a trip to France for the record books. He completed his journey, and there was no need for cleanup. But I was still fired up because when I looked up, about 4 or 5 onlookers had started watching the whole ordeal. I decided to go and purchase a rose toy I had noticed in the display up front and promptly returned to this the larger of couches. After my date sucked my nipples and I playfully looked around the room at now maybe eight onlookers. I put one of my legs on my date’s lap and the other on the wall and tried the rose toy. From there, omg, a combination of the whispers, stares, and touches from my date sent me into a variety of maybe three completions, including a squirt at the end. I was handed some paper towels from an onlooker, and we decided to leave and go to our car. I’m still floating from the experience and would love to repeat it!! I can’t wait.