I watched her open the adult arcade at 9:55 Thursday morning. She must have parked in the back. I was the only car in the front. I pulled up just right of the door, trying to read the hours sign. The door opened. She didn't look at me; no need, the camera told her a car was there. She had on a midriff T, obviously hand cut to a length just below her C Cup breasts. Her very tight cotton short shorts were straight out of the late 50s. I pictured her boyfriend having a pack of cigarettes rolled up in a white T-Shirt sleeve. She pushed the door open as far as the hinges would allow, bent over keeping knees locked. Her feet were far apart enough to make it look innocent enough, but it was no doubt calculated. Holding the door with one hand, she moved a large rock with the other to hold the door open.

She went inside. I waited in case she needed to turn an alarm off or something else. I entered. I gave a quick glance at the displays between the door and the counter. I could see another room behind the counter with more displays. I found my way to it. It was much larger and a curtain covered a large, cased opening to another room. She came thru the curtain, walked near me, made eye contact and said, "Can I help you?" she hesitated before adding "with anything."

I said, "I wouldn't want to get kicked out before even see what the rest of this place looks like."

She asked me to wait while she waited on a couple of guys at the counter. She came back to me and said, "This is an adult store. It's unlikely you will say anything offensive enough to be kicked out. So, you've never been here?"

I said, "I am on a time sensitive trip to Memphis. I only have a few hours. I am trying to learn to like men after a lifetime of 99% women only. I was mentally prepared for that when I pulled in. Now, I'm flustered."

"Flustered? I've heard many adjectives in here but never flustered." She put her hands behind her, pulled her shoulders back, pushed her stomach out. The body language couldn't have been more, 'take your pick, top or bottom' unless she said it out loud. "Normally, you have to have a $10 ticket to go in the back. However, I will give you a quick tour since it's your first visit." The back surprised me. There were at least 30 booths for privacy viewing of the XXX selections. The selections were huge as well. There was a restroom, surprisingly clean. There was a room that could be rented by couples or singles. They could lock the door or not, as they saw fit. She said, "There is a camera on the hallway between here and that door to the couples room. We monitor it so the couple don't get harassed, unless the want additional guests."

She headed back toward the front but stopped to open a small closet with a sign reading Employees Only. She left the door wide open as she checked the video players on several shelves. I asked, "Could I step in there?" She didn't say, she just wiggled her fingers on one hand. I stepped in. She turned toward a recorder, leaned as if checking something behind it and gently groped me.

She looked at me then and said, "I have to get back up front."

We went back up front. "Do you want a ticket now?" Two more guys came in, money in hand, got tickets and disappeared into the back. "They are regulars. I'm sure they would like to show you how things work in more detail, if you'd like."

I said, "Before you opened the store, I would have gladly let them do just that. Now, I've lost my appetite for them.

Grinning, she said, "Is that so?"

I said, "Sadly, yes. At my age, I won't last long. With men, that's just fine. With you, I would like to drag it out. I went thru some disappoints with my wife long before she passed away. Even with chemical help to get hard, I got to where I didn't get enough notice to hold back. I went from, I'm about to and jumped right into the I am phase. I tried to talk to her about it but she was to kind to admit I wasn't getting the job done. I asked a stranger, like you, what could I do? When it's over, she gets up, cleans up and brings me a washcloth and towel."

The answer was so obvious it embarrassed me. "Finish her before you even start. Women are very rarely one-shot partners."

"I started using toys on her and pretty soon she was using them on me too. Our sex life improved so much, when I lost her, I still wanted sex but didn't want the baggage that comes with a partner. That brings me to a year ago. I was fucking myself in the shower but it wasn't working very well. I went to an adult store in Memphis. I watched two guys fuck another guy. He invited me to fuck him. I did. I liked it. Two days later, I went back. This time, I got fucked. I liked that too. It isn't a constant for me though. I've been working on sucking but I'm not good at it. What's worse is, I love getting sucked. I've had some very talented guys blowing me and failed to cum."

She said, "What would be your request, if I agreed to help you?"

I said, "Two things come to mind. One is, I'd like to buy a toy for the road but I'm not sure which one. I'd like to try them but I don't want to pay $50 and up just to sample them. I would buy lubed condoms so you could cover them. Then you use them on me long enough for me to see which one turns me on the most. The other thing is, I want to learn to swallow cum. I've managed to eat mine only once. My precum, I can't get enough of. It is really tasty. I have managed to blow an older guy who had thick cum. It was an accident. We were jacking off together in a dark booth. I had sucked him a couple of times for short periods. Just as I got on him the third time, he was cumming. It was warm, thick, with a hint of salt and maybe coffee. I surprised myself at how automatically I savored it for just a few seconds, swallowed and got more out. He only had a couple of teaspoons volume. It was perfect. I told him he was my first and briefed him on what I just said. I went back for the late cum. I really liked it. He had a 5-inch fat, very clean dick making perfect cum. I asked for his number. He said he was married and it would be a bad idea. I don't think he believed me. I have to hit the road in a few minutes. I do believe, if you would give me your number, I would text you in less than a week, when I'm on the way back here. Maybe, just maybe, you would help me with a fantasy. I want to eat you wet. Suck your boyfriend hard. Lay my head on your stomach right on your navel. I will watch that dick go in and out and occasionally have it slip into my mouth. Then when he cums, he will shove it in my mouth. Hopefully, I will swallow a big load then."

She pulled her hand up from the shorts she had completely opened. Her fingers were dripping. She sucked them while looking at me. I reached over, got some on my fingers and ate it too. My dick suddenly came up. She rubbed it thru the fabric. She gave me her number and said, "keep in touch while you are in Memphis. My boyfriend has thick cum and I'm sure he will give it to you if I ask him."

About that time, two guys came in. One was my age, the other was maybe 40. The older man was the owner of several adult stores. The younger was probably the boyfriend, cause he gave her a peck on the lips when they went behind the counter.

I sat in the car for about 5 minutes trying to decide if I needed to get off or just take a chance jacking off on the road. Just as I started the car, she came out. She opened the passenger door, got in, had me pull around back. She said, "I don't want you to have a wreck while you're playing with yourself on the road. She gave me a quick blow job, got out, walked around the building and made the call me sign before she disappeared around the front of the building.