Free Toying With Tara by Nell Henderson

“Here – let me
get that down for you,” a deep, masculine voice offered from behind
her.
    Tara felt a hot
flush of embarrassment as the man took the box from the high shelf
and put it in her hands.
    “Take it out –
have a good look,” he added. “You can’t buy something like that
without giving it close inspection,” he confirmed
knowledgeably.
    God – this was
awful – she’d only come into the sex shop for a browse and now here
she was with some hunk of a guy urging her to take a damn good look
at a huge, shocking pink vibrator!
    She coughed and
fumbled momentarily with the flap on the box. She really was way
outside her comfort zone now. She’d no idea what had possessed her
to come in here in the first place. Well actually – if she was
brutally honest with herself - she had. She’d come in here out of
sheer desperation and that was all Gareth’s fault.
    “It’s our
deluxe model,” he informed her smoothly while gently moving her
hand out of way so he could delve inside the box and lift the
object out. “As you can see it really is very large,” he told her
his dark eyes twinkling with unspoken promise. “And there are four
settings from slow to fast,” he added informatively. “Something to
suit most women, even the most discerning,” he smiled.
    What did he
mean by that? That he thought her choosey or even worse insatiable
or something? Tara blinked and looked at the bright pink facsimile
of the penis in front of her face and wondered what to do next. She
was really tempted to stroke it or go at it with her tongue – lick
on it like an ice cream . God things were really bad , she
realised.
    He was holding
it out to her by the base, well by a very realistic set of balls
really – and offering it to her like it was nothing more than a can
of beans or a pack of biscuits.
    Tara glanced up
briefly – she didn’t want to catch his eye - she knew her face was
still blazing. And to make matters worse he was so very good
looking. He was tall, broad shouldered and impeccably dressed. She
shivered. Why did he have to be so gorgeous and look as sexy as
hell in that expensive dark suit he was wearing? Why did he have to
be so damned fanciable, she cursed her heart all of a flutter?
    “The material
it’s made of is hypoallergenic,” he clarified. “And it feels just
like real skin – run your fingers over it - feel,” he offered
moving it closer to her hands.
    He was just so
matter of fact – so completely at ease with all this and that was
so very far away from where Tara was right now.
    She held out a
hand and before she could stop herself her fingers were delicately
swirling over the large, bulbous head stopping only to insert a
polished red tipped finger nail gently into the generous slit down
its centre. Tara smiled to herself as she heard him sigh and catch
his breath. Could it be that she was turning him on? Was he
imagining her doing this to him, she wondered and wishing she
could. But that was a stupid thought – she’d only just met this guy
and he was so damn hot he was way out of her league.
    God this
would feel so good , she thought picturing herself alone in her
flat. She’d bathe then stretch out naked on her bed lift up her
legs, bend her knees then spread her thighs wide and insert it –
all the way up. She flushed again – the image she’d just painted
inside her head had made her panties warm and moist.
    She was still
fingering the thing almost absent minded as the fantasy continued.
She applied a little more pressure and ran her fingers up and down
the shaft several times feeling every nodule and ridge . How good
it would it feel pulsating away up there , she bit on her lower
lip. She had to have it – try it out but then with a nervous little
shake she almost dropped it. She could hardly believe she was
actually considering this.
    “So realistic -
a work of art – don’t you think?” He asked moving her delicate
fingers and arranging them around the shaft so she