Black Friday… a day to indulge and justify all kinds of extravagant purchases. Not. I detest Black Friday, but it seems that every year I find it irresistible to make purchases. $150 off a new phone, 60% off here and there. Big purchases that I could never otherwise justify are just irresistible on the infamous Black Friday.

I wake from my food, wine and comfy guest bed – induced stupor at my parents’ house. A night of laughter, family time, and great food replays itself in my head. My sister stirs and I hear her get out of bed and get in the shower. I sleepily thumb through my iphone, trying to decide if there are any deals good enough to draw me out of bed and into the traffic, lines, and bustle of post-Thanksgiving shopping. Alas, there are. 50% off brand new 800 thread count sheets and down comforters, great sales at Victorias Secret (I spend way too much money there on clothes, lingerie, panties, shoes, etc). I sigh and roll over as I hear the shower turn off and my sister coming out of the bathroom. I grab my clothes and a towel and head for a shower.

The water is almost scalding, exactly as I like it. I step into the shower and let the water relax me as I wake up slowly. My parents have a removable shower head, which I use to rinse my entire body.

“I have to get one of these,” I think to myself. I am briefly tempted to let it linger on my clit and give myself a nice orgasmic wake up, but my brother’s voice awakes me from my horny fantasy.

“Jamie, get OUT of there, I need to shower!” I hear Brian yell at me.

I groan some mumbling profanity and turn the water off, toweling myself dry.

“So much for that… maybe I will find a shower head on sale when I’m out shopping,” I think. The thought excites me and I grab my dirty clothes and head out of the bathroom.

Downstairs, I down some coffee and leftover stuffing from dinner last night and look through the newspaper ads. I set aside three stores I know I want to hit, knowing I will probably be too wiped out to try to go to four. Victoria’s Secret, Bed Bath and Beyond, and some sex store I’ve never been to but looks to have some great deals. I am feeling horny after my shower anyway, so figure I’d check that out first. My plan is to hit some shopping, come back to my parents’ house and pack up, then go back to my own home about an hour away.

After spewing some bullshit about going clothes shopping, I type the address of the sex shop into my phone and head out. After a few miles, I see it on the right. It is a small, but clean looking place from the outside, with subtly sexual outfits displayed in the windows. My kind of place.

I lock my car and go in the front door. As soon as I walk in, one of the associates greets me and tells me to shout if I need help with anything.

“Thank you, I will,” I reply.

I walk to the left of the store where the lingerie is and start to browse through it. I can already tell that I will have better luck at my good old VS, so I walk around the store to the toys. Thinking about tomorrow night when my boyfriend will also be home, I browse around for couple-friendly toys. Restraints? We have them already. I walk towards the door, thinking maybe I won’t find anything here, when I see 50% off nipple clamps. I casually look at them and am immediately turned on. We have been using various household items as clamps for the past year, so some legit nipple clamps might be a worthy investment, especially at 50% off.

The same associate who greeted me noticed me looking at them and came over to me. “These are my favorite clamps of all the ones I’ve tried,” she says. “They have a chain between and they get tighter when you pull the chain, so you have control of how much clamp they have.”

Immediately convinced, I approach the counter and make my purchase.

I get in the car and feel that I am dripping wet. I am wearing a skirt and slip my hand up my thigh to feel how wet I am. I slip a finger in the side of the crotch of my panties and my juices are hot and dripping. I slide my finger up to my clit and gasp at how swollen it is. I remember that I have a vibrator in my purse and reach for it, when I am totally startled. A young woman gets out of a car right next to me and her car door slams shut.

"Perhaps this is not the best time," I decide.

Sexually riled up and frustrated, I start my car and head for Victoria’s Secret.

Traffic sucks, parking blows, and by the time I walk into VS, my slick pussy is all but forgotten. I walk in and as soon as I see lingerie and panties, I start to get wet again. Lingerie and panties are such a fetish of mine. I love masturbating with lingerie on. I love being licked through the side of my panties, anything to do with undergarments turns me on. I browse through the sales rack, finding a few corsets and garter sets my size.

A cute girl with her headset on approaches me. She has nice boobs and a pretty face and I notice her name is Sarah.

“May I start a dressing room for you?” she asks.

“Sure,” I respond. “The name is Jamie.”

She walks away and I look at her butt as she takes my lingerie to a room. It’s cute, small, and firm. I take note of it and watch her as I continue shopping.

I walk around touching the panties, getting more turned on. I love the thought that every pair of panties will be bought, worn, and probably get wet by some woman’s horny pussy. It makes me squirm to think this as I feel the crotch of one of the silk pairs of panties.

“God, I’m a pervert,” I think.

I grab a few pair to try on and head for the changing rooms. I am so glad I had her reserve one for me. The changing room area is crowded with people exchanging sizes, waiting for their girlfriends, and waiting in line for a room.

I slip into the room with my name and start to undress. I plan to try on the corset tops first.

I listen to the conversations around me of people calling over the door of their room. Calling sizes to their boyfriends or sales ladies, bitching to themselves about the ten pounds of extra they think they have, and some talking to themselves about which pieces they are keeping or not.

I peel off my soaked panties and put them in my purse since they are so wet. I will not want to put them back on for sure. Totally naked, I unlace a corset that has garter straps at the bottom. It’s red, which is not usually my color, but it was on sale and my size, so I settled to try it on. I slip it on and lace up the back, turning to look at different angles in the mirror. I am surprised, given the color, but it is actually pretty hot. My 36D boobs are pushed up and look great against the red, and my small waist is accentuated. My freshly shaved pussy (except a small patch at the top) shows at the bottom, and I make note to get some matching panties if I buy this one.

I take the red one off, horny from the lace and lingerie touching my body. I love the feeling of restraint from a corset. I take the next one off the hanger, a white bustier with black details. I struggle with the clasps on the back of this one and push the button to get help. There is a knock at the door and I open it a crack. It is my cute girl from earlier.

“Do you need help with the laces?” She looks me over and says, “That is a good design for you.”

My pussy immediately clenches at the thought of this cute girl admiring me, but then I realize she probably says that to everyone.

“Thanks,” I say, “I would appreciate your help.”

She helps me clasp the back and tells me something about there being a matching panty and thigh high set she could bring. I tell her not to worry and thank her for her help.

She shuts the door and I cannot wait any longer. The feeling of the bustier tight against my skin, the panties I touched, the nipple clamps I purchased, the cute girl checking me out, the brush of my finger against my clit earlier, the thought of how many people are around me and how public I am. I reach between my legs, still wearing the sexy bustier, and slowly stroke my aching pussy. It is dripping, and as soon as I touch it, my juices drip down my legs. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning, and I hear the voices around me of people who have no idea that I am standing in the stall next to them, legs spread, facing the mirror in lingerie with the tags still on it, stoking my swollen clit.

I lean against the wall of the brightly lit dressing room with one arm, watching my movements in the mirror as I start to speed up my movements. I am so wet I know it will not take long, and I get my lacy wet panties from my purse to bite down on so I am quiet. Tasting myself on my panties, I touch myself. I am a sight to watch with my panties in my mouth, finger fucking my tight pussy. I thrust my hips into my hand as I struggle not to moan too loudly. I breathe heavily as I can in my tight corset, which makes it even hotter since I feel restrained.

I pause for a moment, gauging how loud it is compared to the loudness of my vibrator. I have a kinky idea… I pull my tits up in my bustier enough to where my nipples are peeking out the top. From my purse, I pull the small bag from the sex store with clamps and I shorten the chain, clamping the metal clips to my nipples. I feel like my clit is on fire as I feel my nipples stimulated so suddenly.

I hear a knock at the door and I freeze.

“Everything alright, Jamie?” the cute girl calls.

I reply, “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks for checking!”

I hear her check with the girl in the next stall and I breathe a sigh of relief. Hearing her voice again turns me on as I picture her body against mine.

I turn my gaze back to the mirror as I place the chain between the clamps in my teeth and test it. I gasp in pleasure as the clamps tighten. I slowly pull my head up again, tightening on my nipples. I reach over to my purse and pull my small vibrator out. Knowing that once my vibe is on I will only have a few seconds before I cum, I place it on the bench, waiting for the crucial moment before turning it on.

I return my hand to my cunt, which is even more juicy and swollen than before. I stare in the mirror at myself. White and black bustier tight around my waist, new nipple clamps just tight enough on my hard nipples and the chain between my teeth, I want so badly to finger fuck myself and cum. I circle my clit faster, riding and thrusting my hips on my hand with vigor. I determine it is finally time, and I turn on my vibe. I back up against the back wall of the changing room so both hands are free, and I fuck myself with three fingers on my right hand while my left hand holds my vibrator up against my clit. I breathe heavily through my nose as I shut my mouth around the chain, pulling hard on my nipples.

I turn my vibe up to the highest setting and I know that there is no going back. I feel my body tense and pleasure rips through me. I breathe as hard as I can through my teeth and stifle a guttural moan as my orgasm peaks. My knees shake and I pull harder on my nipple chain, lengthening my pleasure. My body jerks and shakes as I keep the vibe on my clit as my body comes down from my orgasm. Sitting on the bench, I release the chain from my mouth and turn of my vibe. I slowly pull my fingers out of my pussy and sigh, feeling amazing.

I clean myself up, get dressed, and decide I should probably buy the white/black bustier considering I had just had one of the kinkiest masturbation sessions ever in it. I giggle to myself as I leave the dressing rooms, pay at the counter, and walk out of VS, winking at Sarah on my way out.