For several blocks, she held my hand tightly as we walked along the cracked pavement. Stopping in front of a small furniture store, she paused.
“In here”, she whispered. To my amazement, a key appeared in her hand, and before I knew it, we were in the furniture store with her locking the door behind us.
She led me through the darkness with a certainty that made me realize she had done this many, many times before. That sort of upset me, that I was just another conquest for her, until it hit me that that’s all she would have been to me. Another conquest. We paused in front of a display of bedding.
“Strip,” she said.
Now my face was flushed. This was a bit too weird for me. Doing it in a furniture store, in the darkness, on a display bed. “Wait a minute; it’s kind of creepy in here. Can’t we go somewhere else?”
“You can. I’m staying here.” And she lay down on the bed, stretching her body invitingly. I stood there uncertainly.
“I asked you to strip,” she said.
Slowly, I undressed. It was so strange, standing there in the dark, nude, surrounded by new furniture, with a mature women waiting for me. It was rather exciting, in fact.
“Lie down.” I did. My body was covered with goosebumps. I’d never been into kinky things, but I was quite turned on by this time.
To my dismay, she stood up. “Stay there.” I watched as she undressed in the darkness, her body silhouetted by the faint light from the front window. I could see her large breasts; I could even see her erect nipples.