Natalie Meets Tim - Sex Stories

Natalie Meets Tim

As a bisexual, married man, I worked very hard to remain discreet, which required a lot of work because of my career and social circles. I had been very successful for a long time until a chance encounter at a local fetish store.

On a Thursday afternoon this past winter, I was on my way to meet my suck buddy. I had been meeting Tim, an oral bottom, off and on for over a decade for blow jobs. He was a few years older than me, but he was an amazing cock sucker. Since his partner had retired, our current routine was to meet while Tim's partner was at their winter home in Florida. This particular afternoon, I stopped at a local fetish store to pick up a bottle of poppers for Tim and me. I parked nearby and made my way into the store. As I walked to the back of the store where the poppers and more overt sexual toys were kept, I noticed another person in the store. I didn't think much about it since she had her back to me and was looking at the fetish gear in the front of the store.

I figured I could make my purchase and be gone before she realized she wasn't alone in the store anymore. At the back of the store, I approached the counter. The poppers are kept in a small fridge behind the counter to keep them fresh, and I gave the clerk my request. The clerk and I then went to the counter near the front of the store so I could finish my purchase. That's when I was discovered. As I picked up the poppers off the counter and turned to leave, I found myself face-to-face with the ...

... young woman who was looking at the fetish gear when I came in. To my surprise, it was Natalie, a former student I had taught at the local community college a few years before.

"Mr. Kramer, what are you doing here?" Natalie asked as her eyes glanced at the bottle of poppers in my hand.

I stammered as I tried to produce a reasonable answer. "They're for a friend." was the best I could come up with.

"Really? You have a friend that uses poppers? That's cool." Natalie responded. "It's nice of you to pick them up for them."

I quickly asked what she was doing at the store. Natalie told me she was going to a local fetish art show over the weekend and wanted to buy a new corset to wear.

"Can you come and help me?" she asked.

Again, I stammered, "Sure." I was surprised at her casualness at our encounter.

She led me to the rack of corsets tucked away in the corner of the store near the dressing rooms. I thought about how I had always thought Natalie was a cute girl. Her short, curly hair always had a touch of color; today, it was light green. Her combination of goth make-up and cat-rimmed glasses made her look like the sexy nerd that guys fantasize about. As I followed her, I couldn't help but notice the way her ass moved as she walked. I noticed how Natalie's body had matured since I had taught her. Her hips had taken on sensual curves, and her butt was fuller than I had remembered. The jeans Natalie wore were black and stretched tightly to her ass and legs. Their ...