The awning held no lettering, and no sign sat propped in the window. Apparently, the owner felt no desire to advertise. ‘Here we are,’ Sarah state... the obvious. As we exited the pick-up and approached the door, I peered through the store windows. I saw books, jars of herbs and spices, and a few candles- nothing particularly interesting. It seemed to be more or less a knick-knack shop. ‘I thought you were taking me to an expert, not the Salvation Army,’ I said, hoping to annoy Sarah. It worked.. "I've been waiting for this all week and I can't wait any longer. Fuck me" she told me. I didn't need any more encouragement. I wrapped my arms around her, groping her tight little ass. As my lips met hers, I was in heaven. I slid my hand beneath her bra, caressing her right breast. We broke our kiss as she took off the shirt and bra, as did I. We embraced again, as I hooked my thumbs in her panties and began sliding them off her body. I pushed her back onto the couch and dropped to my. There were also some women there for a sly look at the erect penises. I suspect Sharon wanted a look but was too shy to go on her own hence I was her “security”. Then to my surprise she began stroking me until I was standing there proudly erect and slightly embarrassed but the feeling was liberating. A couple of women walked by and it seemed so natural and such a turn on, equally so when some men cast sideways glances at my boner.We got back to our place on the beach and her sister decided it. They picked out the sexiest gown of diaphanous material in pink that was almost non existent. Definitely not intended to keep the wearer warm but, on the contrary, to make the observer warmed to the point of being downright hot. The gown said loud and clear "Take me, I'm yours." Any breathing male who got to see Chris in that gown was doomed to heavy breathing and a total state of loss of rational thought.Then a side trip to a cosmetics store to pick up some perfume designed to be an.