I drove up the road and took the turn-off towards her AirBnB cabin near where I had fished before, checking my rear mirror to make sure her jeep was behind me, still following. I worried over 2 things: the wet stain on my jeans’ crotch and the plug still solidly ensconced in my ass. The encounter, the viagra, and the plug still had me quite erect, so there was that too. Maybe I could just stay in the vehicle and get the option to return to say hi at a later time, sparing me considerable embarrassment. Also, a lot of women have a great sense of smell, and she might smell the “sex” on me if she hadn’t already. As all this swirled in my head, we came to the turn-off to the small lake. The road was a bit muddy but passable, and we shoreline came out to the forest into a small meadow by the lake where the cabin stood by an old dock and a canoe on a rack next to it. She wheeled around past me, pulling up close to the cabin porch, and jumped out, opening up the back of the jeep filled with some boxes, assorted luggage, and bags of groceries. I pulled around and wound down my window, saying, “Well here you are.” She laughed and said, ‘Well, you seemed like a gentleman helping out with directions, but are you going to make a girl do all this unloading by herself?” I swallowed hard and jumped out, “Well, yes, ma'am.”, hoping whatever I carried would hide my crotch until I figured out something else. She immediately retorted, Don’t you dare, ma'am, me, it’s Gina, and you are? “Ahh, I’m Art.” I sort of stammered out. Mercifully, she already had a bay in her arms and was walking towards the door, and called out back in my direction, “Glad to meet ya, Art, and thanks for the help, just grab anything. I tried not to notice how great her butt looked in her jeans as she took the steps up the porch towards the front door. I was trying to will my boner down at this point, not up! We were both busy making trips to her vehicle, and I asked somewhat jokingly if this was a fishing trip. Not having seen any poles or tackle. She said, It’s a work and relaxation trip. I am a freelance writer and work on a project basis, sometimes doing research for companies. Wow, I’m impressed that you're a professional independent woman, good for you. “Well, Art,” she commented, “that’s the modern world, and many more of us are coming, so you better be OK with a woman in charge because it’s the future, not like the old housewife days.” I laughed and said, well, Gina, I’d say 'Yes Ma'am, '” but you already told me that would get me in trouble. She laughed and said, “Well, I guess it does depend on the situation.”, stretching out the word “does” with a coquettish glance over her shoulder, making eye contact and holding it a bit until I felt like my cheeks might be … and I looked away, putting down the last suitcase. Burt, there are just two more paper bags with handles in the back set, stuff for my research work. Could you just grab those while I put things in the fridge? I’m worried some got too warm on the drive.” Sure, no problem, I commented. I walked back out to her jeep, relieved to have a chance to gather myself a bit. I took the large paper bags from the back seat; they felt heavy and were straining a bit, being only paper with the handles. I to the porch and kicked open the partially closed screen door. Gina said Please put them in the front bedroom. I’ll be using it as my office and temporary research center.

Well, here is where the “trouble” and later the fun started. I guess I didn’t estimate well, pay attention, or something, but the two bags didn’t fit well going through the door to the room Gina had directed me to, and one caught a bit, ripping the paper and handle, and all the contents spilled out on the floor. Worse yet, in my surprise at the contents spilling out of the bag, I turned quickly, and the other bag also tore. But that surprise was nothing compared to what the spilled contents of the two bags were! Sprawled around me on the floor was a virtual sex shop of boxed products. There were dildos, vibrators, strap-on sets, nipple clamps, a shower enema set, custom nozzles, anal toys, and clitoris suckers. I couldn’t believe my eyes and my embarrassed participation in the accident left me tongue-tied, with only an “Ahh, ahh ahh, gosh I’m so sorry!!, followed by a muted question, “ahh, what kind of researcher are you?”

Gina just laughed, “ Good Burt, you really spilled the beans, didn’t you! At least help me put everything on the mostly empty bookcase over there after you made such a mess.” As for me, yes my advanced degree is in human sexuality, and I’m often hired by companies that make adult products to help out with marketing, product evaluation, and design. It’s more technical and scientific than you might think. I also sometimes ghostwrite content for magazines and periodicals on relationship advice and sex help. Tell you what, you don’t need to be embarrassed by that little audio clip I heard playing in your car, and I don’t need to be embarrassed about my professional work, OK? WOW, I must have been so red-faced, but managed to mumble, “OK, I guess that’s fair enough.”, without looking directly at her. Not one to take a limp reply, as I was bending over to pick up a box labeled “ Vibrating Strapless Strap-on with anal Probe,” Gina put her index finger under my chin, raising my head to make eye contact, and said, “Was that a polite or real yes, Burt?” I must have gulped a bit and, with a bit of a dry throat, said “yes ma'am!” When she let go of my chin after what seemed like a bit of a lascivious smile, I turned away and put the box on the shelf. I then received two strong swats to my ass. You earned that Art, and while I pour us some wine, clean up the rest of the mess you made, or you will earn more of those. She walked into the other room and I heard her wonder aloud as she opened the cupboard to pull out two wine glasses and uncork a bottle, but maybe you’d like that, could be just what you need.