Toy Story

"Well," I blushed and looked down. "To tell the truth I wouldn't know what it was like either way."

"Oh my god," Elaine covered her mouth and her eyes got huge. "You can't still be..."

I just nodded.

"Oh, I don't mean there is anything wrong with it, but I didn't know a girl as sexy as you could have made it through high school without some guy getting to her. You told me you had a boy friend back home." Elaine took a sip of wine and I realized that I had just finished my fifth glass, and it was already full again. How did that waiter get in and out so fast, and how much of our conversation had he heard.

"Yea, but he and I have never done anything but a little kissing. And to tell the truth, I don't know, I just have never been that interested in doing it with him, or any other guy," I knew suddenly I had drank to much, because what I said was way more than I had meant to.

"But you admitted to me you did masturbate and fantasize sometimes," Elaine leaned forward much more interested suddenly in what I just said.

"Yea, hey isn't this food great," I suddenly had turned my attention back to my salmon. It was delicious and my head was spinning from all the wine and I realized I had better get something in my stomach. I also didn't want to answer any more questions, particularly who or what I fantasized about when I played with myself.

"Yes, delicious," Elaine took my hint and let the subject drop. We ate in silence for a few minutes and then went back to small talk.

I drank one more glass of wine with dinner and realized that I had drunk almost two glasses for each of Elaine's one. I had quite a buzz when I realized it was nearly time to leave. We had finished dinner and both declined either dessert or coffee. We had spent the rest of the time talking about all sorts of things, but I managed to keep the conversation steered away from anything that could lead me back down the path where I could put my foot back in my mouth. But the more I watched and was with Elaine, the more I thought of other fun parts of her body that I wouldn't mind having in my mouth, and places I wouldn't mind her exploring with her beautiful lips and soft tongue.

The waiter brought the check and we were back to the valet. Again the young man who opened my door checked out my legs as he held the door open for me. I on the other hand was checking out Elaine's as she climbed in. The morning exercise classes she so often told me about really toned her legs and I couldn't help but wondering what they would feel like.

When Elaine sat down she caught me staring at the top of her thigh, which was showing because as she sat down her skirt had ridden up. She ran a finger under the hem, "Don't you hat skirts that do this, but this car seat is so low it almost always happens. I am sure the valet's don't mind getting a little flash now and then anyway." She hiked it up high enough so I could see the white flesh between the top of her hose and, and what I wondered.

I blushed and looked straight out the window. We pulled away from the curb and about two minutes later we were turning into a gated community. We stopped at the guard shack and Elaine gave him her name, she was on the list and was let right in. Less than a minute later we pulled up to a mansion that could easily have passed for the clubhouse of a very nice country club. Several cars already were parked in the drive and Elaine parked behind a Range Rover. We got out and I helped her carry in one of the three bags that served as her sample cases.

She rang the bell and a beautiful woman, in her late forties I suspected, answered the door. She was dressed like Martha Stewart on her Living show. She smiled at Elaine and let us in. I was introduced to her by only her first name but immediately recognized her as the wife of a prominent politician and wondered if she was the one Elaine had told me about who bought the strap on toy. She smiled at me and shook my hand. Her eyes wandered over my body, stopping conspicuously at my breasts. She smiled and then asked us both to follow her.

We were led through the large home and down into the basement. Everything was beautiful and the art on the walls was some of the best I had ever seen outside of a museum. The basement huge and a combination game room, will a full sized pool table, and home theater complete with the largest television I had seen outside of a club. A large coffee table sat in the middle of the sectional that was the seating for the television. We were told we could set up our stuff there and that her friends, who were on the deck enjoying drinks, would be down in about 15 minutes, to give us plenty of time to set up.

Elaine immediately went about setting things up. She said she always put out the mild stuff first, sexy lingerie, lotions and lubricants, some very tame looking vibrators including one that looked like a magic wand, toys like a penis shaped soap on a rope and a rubber ducky that she said was actually a vibrator, a few books and some videos about lovemaking. She pretty much emptied the first bag. The other two she put next to the large entertainment center.

"Depends upon how they react to these will depend on if we open those," Elaine said as she arranged everything on the table. She picked up a funny looking vibrator that seemed to have two small ears at the end of it. "This is my biggest seller, it is called the Rabbit or Bunny. These two little things here, well, when you slide it in, they sort of cradle your clit and the vibration is pretty intense. My husband said this is the only thing in the world he is jealous of." She then picked up a pair of panties that had something sewn in the front, right where my pearl would be. She handed them to me. "These are remote controlled panties," Elaine picked up a small remote control and pressed it. The panties began to buzz and vibrate in my hand. "My husband loves me to where these when we go out. I personally find it fun, except when he turns it on when I am trying to have a serious discussion with someone."

My mouth was hanging open at this point. Elaine reached over and took the panties. She laughed when she did so and held them from her fingers as she pressed the button again and they continued to buzz. "Maybe we should have you try them on for the party. You can put them on right over your panties and still get the same effect." She held them out as I just stared.

She laughed and put them back on the table. Just then we heard the women coming down the stairs.

There were six other women along with our hostess. Each carried a drink or glass of wine. They were all dressed in the preppy, Martha Stewart Style, but what each one was wearing was worth as much as what I spent a year on clothing, and that wasn't counting the jewelry. If you added that, most had more on their body than most people made in a year. Our hostess introduced everyone and several of the women were ogling the objects on the table. Others I noticed were checking out Elaine and myself. I felt out of place, dressed so sexy and being so young in a roomful of older women, all dressed as is they were going to a PTA meeting.

The hostess went over to a set of doors that I thought led to a closet and opened them. What they hid was a full bar. She offered to make us drinks and Elaine accepted for both of us, even though I knew I probably shouldn't have anymore, since I had drank more than my share of the two bottles at the Tuscany. I am not sure what drink she made us, but it tasted wonderful, and only when I had finished my first did I realize that the taste had hidden an awfully large amount of alcohol.

Once we had our drinks Elaine introduced herself once more and just said I was there since I was thinking of also doing these parties. She explained that the party was to show the women lingerie and other things that they might want to add a little more excitement to their love lives. She said that what was on the table was her introductory products, and that if they wanted to as the night went on she had more daring products for them to peruse.

As the women settled into the sectional Elaine started to pass around some of the lingerie. I kept sipping my drink unaware of its potency, and also examined some of the pieces. They were not that well made, but they were certainly sexy. I found myself fantasizing what Elaine would look like in some of these pieces. I hadn't realized how hard my nipples had become until I held up one of the pieces to see what it would look like on me and saw them pressing against the thin material of my roommates dress.

"Hey, that would look great on you," Elaine commented. It was a baby doll and rather tame. "You know what, why don't you try it on?"

I looked at Elaine with a look of shock on my face. She hadn't mentioned anything about this and actually said that the women at the party did not usually try anything on, although she occasionally would model a piece if asked. All the other women quickly agreed with Elaine and two had said they really were interested in that piece and would love to see what it looked like on someone. I felt trapped but saw no way out. Our hostess stood up and offered to show me where the downstairs bathroom was.

I couldn't see an easy way to back out, and actually found myself sort of looking forward to seeing what I looked like in this sexy outfit. I had no lingerie of my own that was sexy and this might just be the first piece I would add to my wardrobe. I followed our hostess.

The downstairs bathroom was something to behold. Most houses did not have a master bath that was this nice. It had a dual showerhead stall that was as big as a walk-in closet, a huge tub with whirlpool jets that could easily fit four people, but was not truly a hot tub. It had a small separate closet that held the toilet, and suddenly I decided I had better visit it since I suddenly had to pee desperately. It was probably the nerves and alcohol both working on my bladder. The hostess showed me there was even a small closet with hangers where I could hang up my clothes. She closed the door behind her as she stepped out and I dropped the lingerie on the floor quickly headed for the toilet.

After I peed I just let my panties drop off my ankles, since I was going to be putting on the ones that went with the outfit. I made sure I cleaned up really well and wished that I had trimmed my unkempt bush. I wasn't quite swimsuit season yet and I had really let it get out of hand over the winter. Oh well, I would just have to make sure I tucked everything in. I walked over to the lingerie and bent over to pick it up. When I did I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My ass was clearly visible under the short dress, as was my pussy. I admired myself for a second, giggling that it might just be fun not to put my panties on for the rest of the night and then I stood up and quickly changed into the baby doll. My dress went on a hanger, my panties I totally forgot in the toilet.

The baby doll was sexy and not really all that revealing, except for the fact that my nipples were now as hard as they had ever been in my life. I was sort of trying to figure out some way of hiding them when Elaine knocked on the door.

"Need any help in there," she called through the door.

"No, no, I am coming," I yelled back. Oh well. I took a deep breath and walked out.

The women were all looking at a variety of toys and outfits, and several outfits had been put aside. I looked at them laid out, and realized I would also probably be modeling those outfits, one of which was totally sheer. As I walked up to the table several of the women commented on how great I looked in the baby doll. I must admit, I felt sexy and loved the way the outfit showed off my long muscular legs. One woman asked that I turn around so she could see the whole outfit, which I gladly did. I don't know if it was the alcohol I had in my system, the sexy feeling the outfit gave me, or a combination of both but suddenly I was looking forward to modeling the other outfits.

"Wow, now girls, I can't say that we will all look that great in these outfits, but you can see how sexy they can make you look," Elaine looked directly at my erect nipples, "and feel. Lynne, would you be willing to try a few more outfits on for us?" she nodded to the ones that were laid out.

"Sure, why not," I giggled.

"But first, does anyone want to see that outfit a little more up close," our hostess chimed in. "I know I would." She got up and walked over to me. She ran her hands over the material that hung loose. "Nice satin. Could you show me the panties?" She gently ran her fingers over the material on the side of my breast.

"Okay," I said, as I looked at Elaine, my voice as much a question as an affirmation. She nodded back at me. I lifted the bottom of the baby doll and showed her the thong that lay underneath.

"Could you turn around? I would like to see the back," everyone in the room was now looking at our hostess and me.

"Well, there really isn't much of a back," I said blushing, "but okay." I turned around and lifted the back over my bottom.

"Nice, very nice," she ran a finger under one of the sides of the thong, rubbing it against my skin. I felt my nipples, if it was possible, growing harder and more sensitive. Even worse, I was afraid I was getting the crotch of the thong wet. Satisfied, our hostess asked if anyone else wanted to see anything.

One of the women held out a white sheer outfit that while covering everything would leave nothing to the imagination. Another woman held out a racy outfit that consisted of corset with stockings and garters. It also consisted of a pair of panties that were lacking a crotch. A third held out a schoolgirl outfit that consisted of knee socks, white panties, a plaid skirt and white blouse. I grabbed the third and headed back to change.

This outfit was obviously for some guy who had a schoolgirl fantasy, although if I had ever worn this to school when I had to wear a uniform I would have been caned. The skirt just barely covered my bottom, the blouse gaped open in front and squeezed my breasts together giving me much more cleavage than I usually had. I must admit that it looked sexy, in a kinky sort of way. I imagined what it would be like to be the bad schoolgirl, the one who would be spanked by her teacher, after class, when everyone else had left. I reached down the front of my panties and gently rubbed myself. Again Elaine was knocking on the door. I left the baby doll on the floor next to the tub.

When I came out again a few of the women had started to pass the toys around. The Rabbit was getting a lot of attention, as was something from Hitachi of all places called The Wand. One woman was looking at the cover of a videotape that Elaine had brought. It was called "Celebrating Orgasm." Elaine was explaining that it was an educational tape in which one woman showed several others ways to either have, or improve their orgasms. She also had in her hand "Masturbation Memoirs", "Please Don't Stop: Lesbian Tips for Givin' & Getting It" and "Whipsmart: A Good Vibrations Guide to Beginning S&M for Couples." The doors to the entertainment center were open, revealing a VCR that had been turned on.

I stopped by the bar and finished my drink before I walked back over to the group. By the way they stopped their conversation I could tell they liked the outfit.

"And here is our bad schoolgirl, Lynne. She is wearing what every horny old man wishes the teenage schoolgirl would wear to class everyday," laughter filled the room. "Oh, but wait," Elaine reached over and opened up bag number two, the one that she said contained some of the kinkier toys and reached in. Out came a wooden paddle with a leather gripped handle, "this is a great accessory for this outfit."

Elaine reached up quickly and grabbed my wrist, pulling me down over her lap. She quickly lifted my skirt and gently tapped my bottom with the paddle. Everyone was laughing as I turned bright red with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. I remembered when I was younger, masturbating thinking about my high school English teacher doing just this to me. Only in my fantasies my panties would be pulled down and my bottom truly spanked, first with the paddle and then with her bare hand. Almost involuntarily I pressed myself against Elaine's knee. It seemed like she responded with gentle pressure of her own. Then she let go and helped me back to my feet.

Everyone continued to laugh and one woman mentioned that her husband, a college professor, probably would love to have that paddle hanging in his office.

"But, to really finish off that outfit, shouldn't she have pigtails?" our hostess chimed in. "I mean, come on girls, we all know our husbands would be all over this outfit. Sit down and let me fix your hair." She pushed back and spread her legs. She patted the small spot she had just created.

I did and found that in order to stay on the couch I had to press against her. She started reached over and grabbed two elastic bands that Elaine had used to hold the order forms and catalogs together. Elaine reached into her purse and offered her a hairbrush. She started to brush my short hair pulling harder than I thought was necessary. When I complained she told me to stop being a baby and soon was working on two pigtails, again pulling my hair forcefully and putting it in very tight braids. All the time she seemed to be pressing her crotch and breasts against me at every opportunity. I couldn't help but respond a couple of times by pressing back into her groin or breasts. Each time I did I was rewarded with a sharp tug with the brush or of my braids. For some reason this made me want to do it again.

"Wow," Elaine said once it was done. "You look... young."

I got up and looked in the mirror and I had to agree, I looked a lot younger than my 21 years. The pigtails and the outfit gave me sort of a slutty innocent look. A few of the women commented on how that a look like that would keep their husbands hard all night. I had a funny feeling that this outfit would be a big seller, along with the paddle that went with it.

Elaine started to empty out the rest of the bag the paddle had come out of. The items she was removing were kinkier than the stuff she had out already. Larger dildos, anal toys, more daring outfits and a lot of leather and bondage items such as blindfolds, restraints and gags suddenly joined the more tame items on the table.

One outfit, a leather corset that had no cups to its bra, but did have some built in support for under your breasts, with stockings that connected to garters but no panties immediately got our hostesses attention. Elaine noted that the full outfit also included faux fur lined restraints for both ankles and neck. She took those out of the bag and laid them down next to the corset.

I thought the bag was empty when Elaine took out one last item, a riding crop with a forked tip of soft leather and a handle of ribbed leather.

Our hostess got up and made another round of drinks while the rest of us continued to look at the new items on the table. While we did so Elaine put one of the videos in the VCR and turned it on. A few minutes later the large screen TV was filled with the image of a woman playing with herself while the surround sound speakers filled the room with her moaning.

"I love this video," Elaine said as most of us sat staring at the screen. "It taught me so much about loving myself. "'Celebrating Orgasm' is one of the best videos ever made to help a woman explore her own body, or anyone else to explore a woman's body in my opinion."

I don't know if anyone else really heard her as the woman on the screen had just had her first orgasm and most of the women in the room were paying attention to the close-ups of the woman's body as it quivered in ecstasy.