Chapter Two

".... and that's it for today's class. Have a nice weekend," I said to my students as I dropped the marker down.

And just like every other day, they all stood up, and with none offering to help me with books or my bag, they filed out of the hall.

A few did say goodbyes to me, but to ninety percent of my students I was invisible. I have seen most of them interact with other lecturers and professors, buy sadly, I'm not on the list of fun teachers.

I packed up my teaching materials and headed out of the class. I still had a thing or two to organize, so I went straight for my office.

But just as I was almost at my office, someone bumped into me, and my teaching materials fell to the floor with a thud.

It was Mr David Wilson. He is my colleague and one of those popular teachers. I could absolutely understand why students loved him: not only is he handsome, with a muscular body and beautiful blue eyes, but he is also really funny.

I don't want to admit this, but once in a while I have caught myself staring at his buttocks with unholy thoughts.

Mr David crouched immediately. "I'm so sorry, so sorry Mrs—" He raised his head, confusion etched in his eyes.

Of course he doesn't know my name.

"Sylvia," I stated. I don't know why I felt the need to add this, but I did. "And it's Ms. I'm not married."

He blushed in slight embarrassment. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have—"

"No, it's fine. It was just a mistake." I smiled softly at him.

He picked up my teaching materials and got back to his feet. "I'm presuming you are a professor here," he said, passing the materials to me.

I took them from him. "Thank you. And yes, I'm a professor."

"Oh." He nodded. "Well, it's nice meeting you, Ms Sylvia." He stretched forth his hand, and I took it. "I'm David Wilson, and I—"

"You teach Geometry. I know." I cut in. After a second my words sank in and I suddenly felt embarrassed. Why did I have to say that? "I will just go..." I muttered, walking past him before he could say anything, but instead of heading to my office I decided to call it a day.

My car was parked in my usual place, and I unlocked it before sliding behind the wheel.

I drove out of school, and as I passed the buildings flashing by my windows, my eyes sighted a place I had never noticed before: a sex toy shop.

I wasn't baffled that I had never seen the building, even though I have spent the last five years driving this road. But I was more baffled at the fact that sex toys were placed in display windows for all to see.

What is the world turning into? Sex toys are supposed to be private, things sold in dark shops that people couldn't easily find.

It felt appalling, and a bit appealing. Because it wasn't appealing, then I wouldn't have stopped my car right in front of a sex toy shop.

Staring at the different sizes of toys made the space between my legs ache involuntarily.

I gulped, my fingers grabbing the steering wheel. I should drive off and perhaps report the building to the authorities.

But there was some sort of hunger that had risen in me, a sparked up curiosity. My fingers alone had made me cum, stirring pleasure I didn't know I could feel. And so, I dared to wonder what it would feel like to have one of those buried inside me.

Oh my goodness! I can't believe my thoughts, and worse, I can not believe that I am actually considering buying a sex toy.

My fingers tightened around the wheel, my pussy throbbing just at the mere thought of owning a sex toy.

It's just a sex toy. No one would know. It would be my little secret.

I pulled into the parking lot, parked my car, and slowly got out. My fingers shook as I locked the car, and after taking a deep breath, I walked toward the shop.

With my fingers clasped on my dress, I walked into the shop; the faint scent of latex and lubricant washed over me. The fluorescent lights made everything feel brighter and more real.

I was here. I had crossed that first line. I couldn't turn back now.

My heart pounded as I wandered down the aisles, fingers brushing over sleek silicone, shiny leather, and glossy packages promising pleasure I had only dreamed of. Every toy seemed better, more tempting than the last, whispering at me to take them, to use them.

I had no idea what to go for at first, but then I decided on something smaller, pocket-friendly.

I finally found one — it was in a box, the drawing on the box showed a small, black vibrator.

My pulse jumped as I held the box in my hand, already imagining the heat it could bring between my thighs. My stomach fluttered nervously. I shouldn't be thinking of such erotic stuff, not in public, not with anyone around...

I made my way to the counter, clutching the box like it was a secret treasure. The man behind the register looked up, and my stomach flipped.

He wasn't what I expected. Not some older clerk with a bored expression—no, he was young. His jaw was clean, his cheekbones sharp, his skin smooth in the way only men in their twenties have. His eyes locked on me, dark and steady, and my pulse jumped so hard I almost staggered.

God... he is beautiful!

My pussy clenched, wetness seeping out as if my body didn't care where I was. I froze, mortified. What was wrong with me? Dripping over a man who looked barely older than the boys that once sat in my classroom. I wasn't some teenage girl with a crush. I was a grown woman, mid-forties, who should know better.

But knowing better didn't stop the images that came into my head — him pressing me against the counter, pulling my thighs apart, his cock slamming into me as I begged. My throat tightened, shame rushing hot over my skin.

The box trembled in my grip, as though it carried the weight of every filthy thought running through me.

"Find everything you need?" he asked, his voice low and rough enough to curl deep in my belly.

I nearly gasped. My legs pressed together instinctively, trying to quiet the throb between them. Heat coiled lower, merciless, leaving me reeling.

His lips curled, not in a mocking grin, but in something slow, knowing. Oh God, help me...

I nodded quickly, cheeks heating. "Yes... uh... thank you."

He leaned slightly closer, eyes scanning the toy in my hand. "That one's a popular up choice," he said, his grin widening. "Good taste."

I swallowed, trying to act composed. "Thank you."

He chuckled softly. "I'm sure you will love it." He winked, his tone dipped in something that made my pulse skip.

I flushed. "I—" I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the tremble in my voice. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

He smirked. "I'm sure you'll have a... memorable experience," he winked once more, sliding the toy across the counter toward me.

I forced a polite smile, heart hammering, and snatched it up. "Thank you."

He grinned again, a little mischievously, and added, "Come back anytime. I can... recommend a few more if you liked this one."

I turned, trying my best to stay calm. Oh, fuck, I'm horny. So horny.

I knew I should go straight home. But the ache in my pussy was relentless, demanding. Every step I took made it throb more, wetness already seeping between my thighs. I couldn't wait. I needed it now.

I stared at the restroom door tucked in the corner of the shop. I gulped as my feet were already leading me there. I glanced around, my body tense, paranoid someone might notice.

I slipped into the restroom and went straight to the women's stalls. I walked into a stall and locked the door behind me. I rested my back against the door, trembling, my thoughts all over the place.

My hands shook as I tore the little box open, the crinkling sound loud in the small stall. Nestled inside was the tiniest thing I had ever seen — black, no bigger than a tube of lipstick.

I almost laughed. This? This is what had my heart racing like I'd just committed a crime? But the moment I switched it on, the sound silenced every doubt.

The vibration was sharp, almost violent for something so small. My breath hitched. My thighs clenched. I slid my panties down and spread myself open, trembling as I pressed the toy against my swollen clit.

A strangled moan escaped me before I could bite it back.

It was like every nerve in my body lit up at once, the little bullet buzzing so powerfully it felt like it was burrowing straight into my cunt, deeper and deeper, even though it never moved inside me. My hips jerked uncontrollably, chasing the sensation, desperate for more.

My free hand found my tits through my shirt, squeezing and kneading them as my hips bucked against the toy, desperate for release. The pleasure built fast, coiling tighter with every pulse.

"Oh... fuck..." I whispered, voice trembling, my head tilting back. My pussy clenched so hard I thought it might burn, riding the toy like I'd been starving for this moment my whole life.

"Oh fuck, fuck—" My back arched, legs shaking as the orgasm ripped out of me. My fingers dug into my tits, breath coming in ragged gasps.

My cunt spasmed violently, clenching as if something were buried deep inside, though it was only that tiny, merciless bullet pressed against my throbbing clit.

I bucked and writhed, shameless, grinding against it, until my body couldn't take anymore. My moans choked into a sob as I came so hard it left me trembling, my panties tangled around my knees, my hand still squeezing my tits through damp fabric.

When the waves finally eased, I slumped against the the toilet door, the vibrator slipping from my fingers, still buzzing faintly on the tile. My chest heaved, my pussy drenched, and my entire body hummed with aftershocks.

I stared down at the little thing lying there, still alive, still humming like it hadn't just destroyed me.

I slumped to the floor, my heart still pounding like a drum as I realized just how far I'd let myself go. I was already addicted.

And yet... I didn't regret a single second.

I wanted more. I wanted hands to grope my breasts and a cock slamming into me. It was as if I had just discovered a world I shouldn't, and now I wanted to explore.

A knock came at the stall door, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hello?" A voice called, and I immediately recognized it as the younger guy from the counter.

I froze. Why was he here?

"Yes," I answered, fumbling to my feet as I shove the vibrator into my bag and then smoothed my shirt.

With a shaking breath, I slowly opened the door.

And there he was. The man from the counter, standing there with his hands relaxed at his sides, that same knowing grin on his face that had sent heat racing through me just minutes ago.

My stomach twisted, a mix of embarrassment, desire, and panic coiling tightly in my chest. I opened my mouth to say something — anything — but no words came.

He tilted his head slightly, watching me like he could see every secret, every wet, desperate thought I'd been trying to hide.

"Perhaps... you need my help?" he said, his voice low.

My pulse hammered so hard I thought he could hear it. I knew that if I crossed the line, there would be no coming back from it. Not to my quiet house, not to my respectable life.

I'd belong to the craving, to the filth, to cocks and the kind of sin that eats you whole.

But was I really about to fuck a man at a public restroom?