She wanted to go to the gloryhole

If you knew NYC in the late 90’s / early 2000’s Chelsea was a haven for the Queer, and LGBT community (still is today). With the sudden shift in wholesome family entertainment sweeping the city all of the sex shops needed a new home away from Times Square. Happily the neighborhood welcomed business owners with arms wide open. I myself worked in the area, and was super comfortable with the vibe that surrounded the streets.

With that, this story takes place around 20 years ago. At the time I was a young hard working project manager of a construction company and our office was in the heart of that wonderful neighborhood.

Her name was Heidi. There she was waiting for me outside my job. I was more confused than anything because I was leaving early and I believed I didn’t tell anyone. Seeing her was the last thing I wanted. I had plans later that evening, and some errands I had to take care of before going home.

She ran up to me and gave me a kiss. I quickly asked her what she was doing here, and with a quick response told me that I mentioned last week that I’d be leaving early today.

How to even explain Heidi. She was this beautiful Pennsylvania Dutch farm girl. Strawberry blonde at 5 foot 8 inches. Green eyes heightened by coke bottle glasses, long legs that drew up to a large ass. Finally a slim waist that showcased her extremely firm 34c breasts which just defied gravity. Of course she was a country girl who came to the big city seeking that singing career. Her plan, typical to anyone in that career path was to work various retail jobs till she would hit that goal. We met by chance at an off broadway show, and hit it off from there. I was almost 10 years her senior, but she didn’t care. We didn’t have much in common, but the sex was always intense. The year we spent together was both liberating and quite exhausting. She was always more outgoing in the bedroom but lord have mercy I tried to keep up. Always asking to be choked, spanked, or tied up. We had a good thing going, but what ruined it was my lack of desire for a long term relationship.

She was waiting for me because I have been brushing her off. Trying to make an impression I was always busy with work. I was also dealing with family issues and trying to salvage any shred of a social life with friends. Still there she stood before me. I was at a total loss for words.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked in a high pitched awkward sort of way.

“I knew you were getting out early today so I hung around hoping to see you. You haven’t returned my voicemails today.” She said in this nervous tone. “I know you are super busy, but I’m here to pick you up. How about we could go back to my place, order a pizza and stay in”. She said as she pushed out her chest and shined with her brightest smile.

She was waiting for a specific response, but I was lost between her batting her stunning green eyes, or her white ribbed top. Distraction is a word, this was a shirt so tight everyone couldn’t help but see her outline. She knew I was a breast man, and she was playing me like a fiddle.

“I’m so sorry Heidi, I just have so much to do”. Speaking softly with words full of lies, as I continue with a false smile. “I have to take care of a few things here, and then I have to head home and deal with some family stuff”. This wasn’t the answer she was looking for, but she agreed to walk around with me in the neighborhood. I took her for a coffee and she came with me while I conducted some business at the post office.

I reminded her I was pressed for time as I started heading towards the train station. She wrapped herself around my arm and we passed by an adult porn shop. She asked if we had time to pop in for a bit, just a little while. I told her I was pressed, but she reminded me of how much I do enjoy our time in adult stores together.

Looking back I never did have a partner who enjoyed going up and down the aisles at a Sex Shop like Heidi. She had an eye for detail carefully looking for the most ridiculous DVDs to show me in an attempt to discover my kink. It was as if she actually loved the cheesy toys and the smell of cleaning chemicals. That soft pale skin under those horrific fluorescent lights was quite a sight. Her thrill would be teasing older men with her sexuality. If she knew we’d go shopping she’d wear tight clothing or even remove her bra to highlight her bouncy shape. She grew more confident over time asking men for recommendations of films they enjoy. Often they would shy away, but other times they would hold lengthy conversations. Talk about a kid in the candy store. There were several stores she was comfortable in, but no matter what store she was in she was always intrigued by what was happening in the back of the shops. The roped off area where the booths lie. Where men go in and stay a while.