Glamour Shots, Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 19

... to this scent. Also to pumpkin pie spice, cinnamon, and ginger, some of which are said to better than Viagra. All of those are food-related, though; does that tell you anything?” She was grinning at me playfully, and I laughed. “Yes – the way to a man’s heart, right? The old cliché?” She giggled. “Yes, of course! But the vanilla, most women find that very powerful and sensual as well. It makes me very…receptive.” I smiled at her, raising my eyebrows. I’d thought maybe “aroused”, or even “wet”, was going to be the next word out of her mouth, but I had the sense that she’d dialed it back at the last second. She showed me a couple of others, but I kept coming back to the vanilla, and finally I said, “Let’s go with the Vanilla Bean – always trust your fist instinct, right?” She smiled. “You’re almost too easy. No dithering and indecisiveness for you; you must know your wife very well!” I laughed. “Some days I think I do, but then I discover that I’ll probably never know her as well as I’d like to. Okay, Ashley, we’re set for the bath; I’ll take the bubble bath, the shampoo and body wash, and about five- no, make it eight – of those candles.” She began to gather things up. “You’re using it for romantic lighting and for scent, in a smallish room. Let me sell you three…maybe four of the vanilla, and the rest unscented; you want to romance her, not suffocate her.” I nodded, and she collected everything to the front counter. “Now, about the bedroom portion of your plans…” I chuckled. ...

... “Yes, the important part! Let’s see, some lotion or oil for a nice massage, maybe? Different candles, or just move some of those out into the bedroom…” I paused, waiting for input, but she was obviously giving me time to make up my own mind. “You know, you’re a beautiful young woman, much like my wife; what would work best for you? Help me here, Ashley, I’m floundering!” She smiled and blushed prettily. “Well….” She looked at me appraisingly for a moment. “I don’t normally do this except for my regulars, but I have the feeling that you and your wife are something special. Come with me.” She led me to the small stockroom, a few stacks of boxes, a desk in one corner and a tiny restroom off to one side; the door marked ‘Manager’ was tightly closed. She picked up a large, square leather briefcase – almost a small suitcase or valise – and set it on the desk. She spoke to me as she was opening the case. “Are you familiar with essential oils?” “I’ve heard the term, but no, not really.” “I’m going to mix you some massage oil with certain essential oils that women find very sexually powerful, including one that makes me just about ready to jump on anything with a penis.” “Oh. Well, that sounds good.” I was a bit at a loss for words over her frankness. She laughed. “I’m embarrassing you; don’t be embarrassed, Dave. Love and sex are vital parts of our lives, a celebration of living; we should rejoice in it, enjoy each and every moment, and not be too embarrassed to even talk about it.” ...