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The snow hadn't started yet, but the Weather Princess on the Weather Channel had promised it. Given the temperature and the feel of the night, Connie suspected the promise was going to be well-fulfilled by morning.
She was hoping other promises would be equally fulfilled.
Connie sat at one of the coveted window tables in the Cornelia Street Cafe. From time to time, Famous People walked by. One had even entered and was sipping a decaffeinated espresso at another table while other patrons pretended not to look at her. Connie had no inhibitions about staring till she was sure. After that, she was more interested in watching the street for Kimberly.
As she thought about what she planned, she rubbed her tightly jean-clad thighs together. Just the memory of Kim's lush body, all naked and writhing -
The tapping on the window startled her out of her reverie. Kim grinned and waved at her. She was wearing what looked to be a fake-fur coat and her legs were stockinged... her fabulous legs. Connie had paid her tab earlier, so she'd be ready. She scurried outside, and they hugged.
"Sorry to be late!"
"Eight minutes? No problem." They hugged again. Even through Kim's fake fur and Connie's heavy woolen coat, Connie could feel the press of Kim's large breasts, and she thought again of those amazing, huge nipples and -
She caught herself and pulled back from the memory before she stared oozing right here, in the middle of Greenwich Village.
"Well, I like to come on time."
"And often."
"I can't believe we just said those things."
"You'll be pun-ished for it," Connie assured her.
"There's a woman inside staring at us."
Connie turned. "Don't mind her. And she's not staring at us; she's staring at you."
"That looks like - "
"It is. Let's go get some nasties!" She slipped her arm through Kim's, and they walked up Cornelia, bumping hips even more often than necessary because of the disparity of their strides.
They were delayed a bit at the corner. Traffic on West Fourth Street was frantic - desperate drivers taking stupid chances on the slippery pavement in order to flee all the more quickly the growing snowfall in the city. When the traffic finally stopped - 30 seconds after the light turned red - the pair hurried across to the pink-painted bricks of the building housing the Pink Pussycat.
Connie sensed the hesitation in Kim.
"Feel like everyone is watching you?"
"Sort of."
"They are - because they want you. But none of them know you, so - un-fuck 'em!"
Kim giggled and let herself be led down the short flight of steps into the sex-toy emporium.
Connie closed the door behind them as Kim surveyed the store from the inside. Kim had passed it often enough, but had never worked up the nerve to enter. She looked to her right. Next to the entrance was a big, locked display case filled with dildoes, in more variety and flavors than she'd ever imagined possible.
Kim's jaw dropped and gaped at little bitty three-inch dildoes shaped like dog dicks or fingers; double-ended dildoes and dildoes shaped like a U, with a head on each leg of the U; dildoes shaped like nothing in nature; dildoes shaped like fists or upthrust hands - some frighteningly close to life-sized - and cock-shaped dildoes.
The last group came in sizes ranging from normal to interesting to tempting to intriguing to gigantic to Run for Your Lives - It's Heading this Way!
She turned to make a remark to Connie - and found herself alone! Kim frantically scanned the few customers at the counters and spotted her diminutive teacher-cum-lover. She hurried.
Connie was examining the vibrators under the glass of the counter when Kim clutched her arm.
"Don't leave me alone like that!" Kim hissed.
"Sorry - look at that one!"
"Huh?"
Connie tapped the glass with one perfectly manicured finger. Kim stared. It looked like a standard kit - a hand-held "massager" with various attachments. But when she looked closer, she realized two of the attachments were not the usual.
One looked like a miniature feather duster, with about two inches of fragile-looking fronds protruding. The other unusual attachment was an inch-thick, two inch-long bit of stiff, pink rubber that curved sharply up at the business end and was capped by a knob that looked about an inch-and-a-half thick.
"Can I show you anything?"
The young woman was a punker, dressed completely in black and with the de rigeur spiked hair. She also had an un-punk face that was almost innocent, large gray eyes and the loveliest complexion either of the women had ever seen.
Connie noted a ripe young body within the black sweater and pants.
"This one," she said, tapping the glass. As the clerk took it out, Connie added, "I'd like to hear it. I hate the sound these things make."
The clerk stood and put the display box on the glass. "I know," she agreed, opening the box and handing the machine to Connie. "Beastly racket. Really ruins the mood. Let me plug it in for you." She bent at the waist, then straightened and grinned. "Give it a buzz."
Kim giggled as Connie switched it on. The sound was barely audible. Connie smiled.
"It's become very popular," the clerk explained. "It's well-made and produces very little noise... itself, if you know what I mean." She'd added the last to Kim, who promptly blushed, then relaxed and giggled again.
"Even with the attachments in place - " The clerk popped the standard, rounded hard-plastic cap on the vibrating metal rod. "Touch it to the glass."
The sound was less than either customer expected. Connie put it against her palm and pressed. No rattling within the machine, either.
"It's $89.95," the clerk said, "but the price will probably come down in a few months - "
"I'll take this," Connie announced.
A third customer wandered over. "Is it noisy?" asked a cultured, utterly feminine voice. The clerk and her original two customers looked at her.
The woman exuded sensuality. Tall for a Japanese woman, with thick black hair that cascaded to the shoulders of her well-tailored coat, she had a beautiful face, soft, full lips and a guileless curiosity in her large, dark eyes that couldn't cancel the effect of her ripe body. When she realized all three were looking at here, she hastily apologized: "I am so sorry to intrude." To the clerk: "When you have a moment, please?"
"No intrusion," Connie said quickly. "Here, see for yourself!" She put the machine in the woman's gloved hand. The Japanese woman switched the machine on and her eyes widened at the low volume of noise. Holding the vibrating knob against her hand, she looked at the box and the other implements.
"May I?"
"Please," Connie said, stepping back. The woman turned off the machine and replaced the knob with the feather duster. When she flipped the switch this time, she held the little fronds against her cheek and her eyes half-closed.
"I'll take it!" she said quickly, flipping off the machine.
"I'll be with you in a moment," the clerk said. "Will there be anything else?" she asked Connie and Kim.
"Go ahead and ring her up," Connie said. "We're not done yet."
"I think someone is planning a party," the clerk whispered and smiled as she nodded toward the elegant Japanese woman.
As Connie led Kim back toward the front of the store - and the dildoes - Kim whispered, "More? Are you kidding? Half of that kit will wipe out my playtime budget - "
"That's for me," Connie said. "So are two of the next four things I plan to buy."
The clerk was at their side a moment later. "Guess she's planning a party, too." She glanced toward the Japanese woman, who was examining a collection of oils and lubricants. "Found anything you like?"
Connie pointed. "That one - " A U-shaped dildo crowned with a pair of only slightly-larger-than-lifesize knobs. " - that one - " A funny little thing that Kim only slowly recognized as a butt-plug. " - and that one."
"This one?" The clerk was reaching into the case and indicating a 12-inch double-ended dildo.
"No - that one."
Kim again gaped. Connie was buying what looked like a 20-inch-long double-header... and the clerk could barely close her fingers about its girth.
"And a pair of Joni's Butterflys," Connie said.
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