UNCHARTED TERRITORY

single life

I've been single for months now, it's been great, especially the part where I get to do what I want without worrying for it to affect my partner. Hell, I'd flash my tits right now to a total stranger and I wouldn't feel like I'm cheating on anyone. But there's this other sad part that I've been fighting with ever since my breakup. I'm a horny mess. My pussy is starved and all I think about is sex. Today, I've not touched myself at all, savoring the aching throb between my thighs, deliberately keeping my body on an agonizingly slow boil.
I was curled up on my sofa reading, hoping that the remaining seven hours would pass by before I took a bus to see my mom, but it wasn't working. I was only lying to myself because if someone asked me what I was reading, I wouldn't tell. Not that I'm a poor reader, dark thoughts just chose to invade my brain and distract me from reading. I kept checking on the fruits lying on the bowl on my kitchen counter, shaking my head vigorously, ignoring the thoughts. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took the fruits and threw them outside my window. The second I threw them, I regretted it. I could have put them to good use. I sat back down and took my former position with my book in hand. I still wasn't concentrating.
I sighed, huffed, rubbed the back of my neck, and stood up, paced up and down my apartment. I checked the clock and noticed it had only been 20 minutes; I still had six hours and forty minutes. Until then, I knew I had to find something to do before I went crazy. So I took out my yoga mat and started stretching. I closed my eyes, trying to bring my left leg to my shoulder, but all I felt was the dampness between my legs.
I gave up and walked to my room and threw myself on my cozy bed. Tried to fall asleep, but sleep didn't come easily. So I wore my sports shoes, took my earphones and plugged them into my phone, and decided to go for a run.
The sun was high up and very hot. The heat was a good distraction, the noises from the cars passing by, kids playing at a distance, the dusty smell of the road – it was the best distraction until it wasn't. After a twenty-minute run, I stopped to catch my breath, and right in front of me was a toy store. I shook my head, "Unbelievable!" I mumbled to myself. I jogged up to the shop, looking left and right in case someone I knew was in the area. After I did a thorough confirmation, I went inside and closed the door behind me quickly.
The AC inviting me, I walked to the counter, wondering how people are granted licenses to sell these kinds of things. I sighed. "This is stupid," I said to myself, turning to leave.
"How may I help you?" A deep voice stops me from reaching for the doorknob.

The deep voice sent a shiver down my spine, momentarily eclipsing the insistent thrum between my legs. I turned slowly, trying to appear nonchalant, like I hadn't just been contemplating the merits of a silicone companion.
Behind the counter stood a man who seemed entirely out of place amidst the brightly colored shelves and cartoon paraphernalia. He was tall, with broad shoulders that strained the fabric of his plain black t-shirt. His dark eyes held a knowing glint, and a hint of a smile played on his lips, as if he could read the battle raging within me.
My cheeks flushed. "Oh, um... just browsing," I managed, my voice a little breathy. Browsing what, exactly? The anatomically correct dolls? The vibrating novelties?
He leaned an elbow on the counter, his gaze unwavering. "Looking for something specific?" His voice was even deeper up close, a low rumble that resonated somewhere within me.
I swallowed hard. My carefully constructed wall of casual indifference was crumbling fast. The air in the small shop suddenly felt thick and charged. My gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth, and that insistent throb intensified.
"Maybe," I admitted, the word barely a whisper.
His smile widened, a genuine curve that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Well, you've come to the right place. We have all sorts of... distractions." He let the word hang in the air, heavy with implication.
My mind raced. This was insane. I was talking to a stranger in a sex toy shop, admitting my desperate need. But the heat pooling low in my belly was overriding any sense of embarrassment.
"Distractions?" I echoed, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.
"The kind that can make you forget all about bus schedules and lonely evenings," he said, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart pound.
I took a step closer to the counter, drawn in by an invisible force. "And what kind of distractions would those be?" I asked, my voice husky.
He gestured slowly towards the shelves behind him, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why don't you tell me what kind of distraction you're looking for?"
The air crackled with unspoken desire. The seven hours until my bus suddenly seemed like an eternity, and the idea of spending even a fraction of that time exploring the "distractions" this stranger offered was becoming overwhelmingly tempting. My gaze lingered on his, and a silent conversation passed between us, a recognition of a shared, unspoken need.
My breath hitched. The directness of his question, the knowing look in his eyes, it was both unnerving and incredibly arousing. My carefully guarded vulnerability felt exposed, yet somehow… safe.
I licked my lips, the air suddenly feeling dry. "Something... to keep me company," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something... that understands."
He nodded slowly, his gaze softening slightly. "Companionship comes in many forms," he murmured, his voice a low caress. He leaned a little closer, resting his forearms on the counter. "What kind of understanding are you looking for?"
My mind was a whirlwind. Should I be this open with a stranger? Was this a terrible idea? But the ache within me, the raw, undeniable need, drowned out the voice of reason. I was tired of the loneliness, tired of the constant battle with my own desires.
"The kind that doesn't judge," I said, my eyes locking with his. "The kind that just... satisfies."
A ghost of a smile touched his lips again. "Satisfaction is our specialty." He paused, his gaze sweeping over me, lingering for a moment on my chest. "But it comes in many flavors. Do you have a preference?"
My heart hammered against my ribs. This was really happening. I was having a blatant, sexually charged conversation with a complete stranger in a sex toy shop. And a part of me, the part that had been aching and ignored for months, was reveling in it.
I took another small step closer, the cool air from the AC doing little to quell the heat rising within me. "Maybe... something that feels real," I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Something... substantial."
His eyes darkened, and the air between us thickened even further. He reached behind the counter, his movements slow and deliberate. He pulled out a sleek, discreet box, its packaging elegant and understated.
He placed it on the counter between us. "This," he said, his voice low and husky, "is one of our most… realistic models. It's designed for… intense companionship."
My gaze was fixed on the box. The image on the front was subtle, a silhouette of a sensual curve. My breath caught in my throat. This was it. I was actually considering buying a sex toy from this enigmatic stranger.
"And... you think this would understand?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
He met my gaze again, his eyes holding a surprising warmth. "I think," he said softly, "it would listen very well."
The silence stretched between us, filled only with the hum of the air conditioning and the frantic beating of my heart. My fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch the box. The longing that had been simmering within me for weeks had finally reached a boiling point.