Mia finally found it, tucked into the alley behind the street, the store had no sign. Two manikins in the elevated window wore shiny leather dusters w...th extra straps and buckles. The store's door was solid black steel, a camera watched us from above. Mia pressed the intercom and we were buzzed inside. Behind the heavy steel door was an unexpected treasure, a store filled with the most amazing bondage gear. We were the only customers in the store, the leather clad clerk behind the counter had. He let go of my cock and quickly slid away covering himself up with his towel. I was sitting on my towel so I got up, turned around and pretended to be adjusting it around my waist (and erect penis) when someone opened the door and came in to the steam room. Adjusting my towel I turned to head out of the door when I caught his eyes.He nodded his head out toward the door as I passed in front of him so the newcomer did not see his gesture. I knew what he meant. I headed out of the steam room. As I emerged from the elevator cage I was confronted by a vision of loveliness. A tall, slender woman stood waiting patiently. Wearing a floor length cream gown with a high neck and leg-of-mutton sleeves, her pale complexion was shaded from the heat of the noon sun by a wide brimmed hat. She carried a large carpet bag, holding it in front of herself with both hands.I was pleased. So many women seem to find it necessary to discard even the minimal modesty afforded by modern fashions when they. Mrs. Wilson laughed. “I didn’t mean to scare you but I could never resist a hot ass.” My heart was racing. Was this hot woman in a hot pink bikini hitting on me? Yes she was. I didn’t know what to say and she knew it and she took advantage of it. She moved closer coming within inches of me and then even closer her breasts pressing against my sweat drenched tee shirt, bulging in the small bikini top. She took a breath of me and sighed, closing her eyes. “You know I’ve watched you so many time.