Tony's Treat
It was winter and it was closed season at the outdoor pool. Tony had a temporary job at a warehouse, picking goods from the thousands of storage areas and shelves, and rushing them onto trolleys to be dispatched. Every shift was a hard slog, there was literally never a moment's rest. Staff were constantly being monitored and measured regarding their productivity, and any errors or slowness were recorded against them. The turnover of staff was huge, many people only lasted a week or two and there was a total absence of trust and loyalty between staff and employer, and vice versa. Pay was the minimum rate and deductions were constantly being made from pay in respect of any breakages or petty misdemeanours. But it was a job and it was the only job Tony could get, and if he had no pay then he could pay no rent. But it contrasted sharply with his enjoyment of working at the pool, where he was so much more his own master and he enjoyed so much more respect. He was tired out at the end of each day and he went to bed early. Life consisted of working, eating and sleeping from Monday to Friday.

But this was Friday and Tony had the weekend to look forward to. Fiona was going to make tea for them both and she was going to stay with him over the weekend. His single bed was cosy for two, although not likely to provide either of them with a comfortable sleep. They would probably have some fun together in the shower, they would have fun going out and they would enjoy each other's company all weekend until the cold dawn of Monday morning and another week at work. Fiona had a spare key to Tony's flat, although she hadn't been there and she hadn't seen him since the weekend before. She finished work at half past three and went straight round. Tony would not be home until after six. Fiona carried her weekend bag, she had a couple of changes of clothing and toiletries. She also had her black swimsuit, gym wear and a t shirt! These would be handy if they decided to spend Saturday at the sauna or the gym, and Fiona was sure that they would find some better use for her outfits in the intimacy of Tony's flat! She dropped her bag off at the flat first, and then went back out to the local supermarket. Fiona was not a great cook, but she knew that Tony would be glad of a hot meal after work regardless of whether it would win any awards. She knew that he would be tired after work, and he would probably be a bit grumpy, until he had settled down.

Fiona was walking along, feeling quite happy with life, when she remembered reading an article in a women's magazine, a few days before. It was about the growth in the sales of massaging oils, lubricants and love jelly! The article explained how many couples appeared to be oiling up and rubbing down in runny substances, as an aid to their lovemaking. Fiona read the article over again three times! It was fascinating to her and really liked the idea. The magazine did not give any information about how to obtain any of these products, which left Fiona feeling disappointed, because she had never heard of them before and she had no idea where to find them. Then across the road from her, on the edge of the city centre, she saw the sex shop. The city's first and only such retailer had been the subject of a lot of controversy in recent months. Some of the city fathers had strenuously opposed the issuing of a licence, and there had been many articles in the local paper and letters written. Some local church people had even held vigils outside, offering to pray for customers and giving them leaflets as they entered. It seemed strange to Fiona that their beliefs seemed to prohibit the enjoyment of sex, which she had come to experience as a beautiful part of a close and loving relationship. But the protestors claimed that such a shop encouraged promiscuity and threatened family life. They did not seem to realise that all publicity is good publicity, and they earned the shop months of free attention, such that would have cost the business a fortune to provide for itself. Fiona had never even thought of going inside before. She wasn't even sure what sex aids were. The only aids Tony seemed to require for arousal included shiny swimwear or a wet t shirt! Fiona never had any difficulty arranging such for him, and she enjoyed doing so. But she wondered if the sex shop was the place to find the things she had been reading about!

Fiona went over and looked at the window. There were no items on display (the authorities had forbidden this) but only red curtains and a sign saying that you must be over 18 and that the shop had everything you had ever imagined, and more! Fiona felt anxious. Should she go inside? She hesitated and thought that she had better hurry up and do her proper shopping, but then she decided to overcome her fears and see. After all, she was a paying customer! She pushed open the door and stepped in. The inside of the shop was quite dark and there was a curious aroma about the place. The first thing she saw were racks and racks of exotic underwear made of silky fabric, and also of leather and polythene. There were various devices made of rubber and plastic. There were lots of DVD's and magazines, which were ones you would probably not leave out about on the table at home. Fiona was about to turn around again and leave when the manager came over. She was a plump, middle aged woman who looked so friendly and homely that you might expect her to be serving teas at a charity morning. Hello dear! She said. Come in, there's nothing to worry about! Thanks! Said Fiona, I haven't been in here before! That's alright, the lady said. Everyone is welcome here and there is nothing to feel embarrassed about. Everyone alive in the world today came about because someone felt passionate, she said, and we are just here to help you feel passionate! Fiona smiled. That seemed to be very sensible! Is there anything you are looking for, or would you just like to browse? She asked. Fiona referred to the article she had read, and asked if they had any of the substances concerned. The lady broke into a huge smile, Do you know, she said, these have been our biggest sellers all week! We have had dozens of folk in asking about this. The high and the mighty, everyday customers and even some of the people who have been protesting about our shop! They have all been in, asking about body oils and love jell! Come and see what I've got!

She showed Fiona a range of items, coming in all different sizes and price ranges. Fiona liked the body oil, which looked like cooking oil. She also liked the lube, which was thick and viscous, but the lady explained it could be watered down. Some people like it really wet and runny, she said, and others like it thick and gluey! Fiona was reassured that everything was completely harmless, even if ingested or entering the body otherwise. Everything was easily washable and would leave no stain on bedding or clothing. Fiona was delighted. She bought the biggest size of lube (it was like a buying a huge bottle of screen wash for the winter) and also a large size of massage oil. She was assured that both rinsed immediately out of clothing, The manager also suggested that she buy a plastic sheet, which Fiona did. At the point of sale, Fiona was given a leaflet about safe sex. Fiona looked embarrassed again, and said that she was only with Tony. He was her first boyfriend and he was her true love. She was on the pill, but she had never thought of sex with anyone else and she trusted Tony totally. She was his first girlfriend too, and she was sure he would never be tempted by anyone else. The manager shared a genuine smile. It was so good, she said, when life worked out like this, but it did not work out like this always. She said that she hoped that Tony had a real treat this weekend, and that it was fun for them both.

Everything was put into a plain carry bag. Then Fiona wondered how she was going to go around the supermarket with this! She asked if she could do her shopping, and pick it up in ten minutes! No problem, the lady said. Fiona was reassured and pleased, her first time in a sex shop had been OK! She walked outside. A middle aged man was standing on the pavement, looking awkward, and he leered at Fiona as she left. She felt uncomfortable, but quickly passed by. She went to the supermarket and bought everything she needed, and returned to the sex shop a few minutes later. The manager was all smiles and handed her the bag. Upon leaving the same man was back, again giving Fiona a very dirty look and asking if she was here for business. Fiona hurried very quickly by.

Back at Tony's flat, Fiona felt really excited. The first priority was to make their tea, but she could not wait to change into her black one piece swimsuit! She put on her black shorts too, matching it. She felt thrilled when she got into the kitchen, and she thought of spilling food and water down herself, but she kept perfectly clean as she grilled the chicken breasts and made pots of korma sauce and rice. She made far too much for two people, rice always seems to make more than it looks to begin with! But she put the korma and the rice into two big bowls, for them both to take what they wanted. Then she heated the Indian bread, and tea was ready! It was nearly six o clock! Fiona knew that Tony should arrive in about twenty minutes or half an hour!

She examined her purchases! Fiona put some of the thick lube into a basin, and added water, stirring it with her hand. She then laid the plastic sheet over Tony's bed, and went into the bathroom. She opened the oil, and smeared some over her arms. Then she poured it gradually over her whole body, watching as it soaked into her swimsuit and glistened down her legs. She put some thin gel down her front, and down inside her costume. Then she dropped some of the thick love jelly over herself. Big globules stuck to her swimsuit and her legs. She placed some carefully in her cleavage. She scooped up the rest of the thin gel and ran it into her hair, sweeping back her fringe and leaving her forehead bare and shining. It was ten past six! She felt a bit cold and sticky now, but being careful not to let any drop onto the carpet, she went through to the bedroom and she lay back on the plastic sheet. She waited.

Ten minutes later the key turned in the lock and Tony came in. What a week! He exclaimed loudly. I'm shattered! God that smells good! He came into the flat and called Fiona? Then he came to the bedroom door. Fiona was lying back on the sheet with her legs slightly apart. She looked at Tony seductively and mouthed boyfriend, boyfriend in a little high voice! Tony stood in shock. What the f,,, he said, and he backed away. He disappeared and Fiona heard another door open and close. She felt a sudden fear. What if she had gone too far? What if Tony had taken offence? What if he was now phoning the emergency services and the men in white coats were on their way? Fiona thought that she'd better just quickly clean everything up and give Tony his tea. Then Tony appeared again at the bedroom door. He had changed out of all his day clothes into his speedos, and there he was standing in just his budgie smugglers. What on earth is this? He asked. Fiona got straight back into her act. Boyfriend, boyfriend! she cried. Tony slid onto the bed and embraced her. She squeezed her body against him and gel, lube and oil ran all over them both. Tony caressed her body and watched with fascination as her swimsuit clung to her breasts and her curves. Fiona ran her hands down them both, collecting the slime in her hands and putting it down his trunks. The swimsuits eventually came off and the lovemaking was completed with total satisfaction.

They showered together and washed their swimming kits. Fiona rinsed the plastic sheet under the shower. No harm was done and they both settled down to tea. The meal was excellent, and they both fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms, with half eaten bowls of food beside them. Love was complete.


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