Several years ago, I stopped at a new drugstore in a nice part of a town I was passing through to buy a combination syringe. I figured that was safe as far as accidentally running into someone I knew while I had the enema bag in my hand. There was stil the embarrassment of facing the cashier but, at least, it would be someone who did not know me and that I would never see again.
After picking up a couple of innocuous products as cover, I got the enema bag and bravely headed for the checkout counter. I was not really nervous, but not completely comfortable, either.
When I got to the checkout counter, the cashier was a very attractive lady in her mid-thirties. She was on the short side, not fat but had kind of a full figure, what crude guys sometimes refer to as a comfortable fuck. She had mid-length brunette hair, blue-gray eyes and beautiful clear skin. I was definitely checking her out.
What happened next, you will have to have experienced personally to fully understand what I am describing. After ringing up the small items, the lovely cashier picked up the enema bag, looked at it and then looked up at me. Our eyes met and momentarily locked, I felt a surge like an electrified brain wave from her and knew she felt the same thing. I knew that she knew and I knew that she knew I knew, if that makes any sense. There was nothing negative or critical about the "communication." In fact, the atmosphere was so positive I almost said something to engage her further. For a few heartbeats, it seemed that either of us might have said something and, then, both of us chickened out. But, the "communication" was almost palpable. Later, I seriously considered returning to the store and chatting her up a bit to see what kind of reaction I would get.
I definitely thought about her when I played with new purchase!