My first sexshop - September 1982 - true story It had been years that I waited until I turned 18 to explore other exciting worlds than those I had been going to for a few years. And then, I sorely wanted to see women make love. It is certain that frequenting the naturist beaches of the southwest had exacerbated this desire. But my various attempts to approach mature women (and yes like many I was spellbound by them) did not allow me to see more than on the beaches.So the week of my 18th birthday, what could be more natural for me than going to the sexshop that I had spotted in Bordeaux near the train station. in many cities of those years, the area around the stations were places of debauchery lol. Olala, Ali Baba's cave of excitement. Worse than in my dreams. Movies, books, sextoys, lesbian, orgy, gay books, even from the zoo (and yes at the time ...). I watched everything to the point of leaving in a world of excitement and not seeing what was going on around me let alone the time passing. Suddenly I am brutally brought back to reality. The salesman has just jumped on me shouting at me "I know them little thieves like you, look at everything, buy nothing and as soon as my back to turn to steal, Get out of the store", and he throws me on the sidewalk with a nasty kick. The cold shower and the shame. So is that all about sex shop circles?Once my humiliation is over, I have to admit that my behavior must have been strange. So I will go back but I will be careful.And the following week….Upon entering I see the seller who recognizes me. I go directly to see him and ask him to explain his store to me. There everything goes better. He recommends the basement room. Intrigued, I pay and I rush down this staircase which descends without preconceived ideas except that I am going, for the first time in my life, to see an X movie. My heart is pounding on the stairs and nothing but ideas bandage in my pants.I arrive in a large room with about twenty wooden seats and an X movie on a TV. My gaze is immediately caught by an orgy on a TV screen. Pussy, penetrations, woman between them, woman with several men, cunilingus, ... and the groans that come out of the speakers. I don't even know how I sat down but what is certain is that I feel the pulsations in my underpants. I wriggle in my seat. I want to masturbate. So I dare to look around me to see what's going on. There is only one man, rather old, in the room and he is at the back. I can discreetly take out the tip of my penis and stroke it, he won't see a thing. And again I am re-attracted by the sights and sounds, masturbating with my fingertips to be more discreet. Regu ...

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