As Bob offered his apologies, Jill scooped up her belongings, which had fallen from her handbag onto the floor due to the accidental collision.

"If I weren't such a cheapskate, I'd get the zipper fixed or buy a new one," Jill said, putting down her shopping to gather what had fallen from her bag onto the floor.

Bob was often quite clumsy, so he watched with sympathy as Jill struggled to put her carrier bag on the floor, causing its contents to spill out onto the ground, too.

"Let me help," Bob said, all too familiar with episodes of similar embarrassment.

When he realised he was holding a stranger's newly bought vibrator, Bob hoped he hadn't made the problem he had created significantly worse. Jill, however, saw things differently.

As Bob cast a supportive glance in Jill's direction, he was somewhat surprised to see an amused expression on her face and to hear her laughter as he stood holding her packaged escapism.

"A little kindness and the look on your rosy face just turned a really grim day into a far better one, thank you," Jill said honestly.

Bob's surprise at Jill's upbeat assessment paled in comparison to his emotions when she invited him to help her try out her new purchase. Bob didn't know Jill's item and the offer were entirely out of character, but feeling horny had become so too, and so it seemed as if luck had decided to smile on her, leading Jill to think the signs were too good to ignore

Despite being single, Bob had never given up hope that he might someday meet someone who shared a passion for spontaneity and fun-filled opportunities, although he was still shocked by Jill's suggestion.

Jill led Bob on the short walk to her flat, certain that her plan would have shocked those who knew her. What she also realised, however, was that the same people who might have shown disapproval and reasonably advised caution were unlikely to have been feeling as horny as she was or in a situation meaning the next opportunity might be a long way off.

"I don't make a habit of behaving like this," Jill said once she and Bob were inside her flat and had started undressing each other while sharing kisses.

"Sadly, neither do I," Bob replied, ensuring that the necessary laughter and giggles were present to create the atmosphere Jill hoped for.

Once Bob and Jill had undressed, Jill unpacked her new toy, inserted the necessary batteries, and selected a setting she deemed suitable for the situation.

"Over to you, kind sir," Jill said, flashing a smile and handing Bob all he needed for his mission.

Just as Jill had hoped, Bob's work was focused and unhurried. It was also filled with kisses, humorous asides, and laughter. She wasn't a pity case, drowning in others' condescending attitudes; she was a passionate woman who'd found a similarly easygoing man whose only aim was to please her.

Jill's delight in Bob's clumsiness, which had brought them together, grew as Bob took her on a slow, laughter-filled journey with her vibrator. He had seen a woman seeking escapism, not one marked by a childhood accident, and he was treating her as a desperately horny singleton, not someone in need of pity or encouragement.

As her excitement intensified, Jill felt it was important for her to give Bob some of his own. He had neither asked for it nor expected it, but that was precisely why Jill felt unusually at ease as she took hold of his cock and began stroking it with a grin.

Jill's body was charged with arousal, and she felt something noteworthy was in store as her mind slipped into disarray and her excitement escalated in response to Bob's efforts with her toy.

"Fair's fair," Jill whispered with a giggle as she began to massage Bob's cock to the sensation of approaching climax.

Bob's touch slid Jill's toy very effectively and brought further erotic laughter and beautiful anticipation. Jill felt sure Bob realised he wasn't the only one being sped towards a climax, but she decided to give her guest a heads up on one issue as a precaution.

"I'm rather loud sometimes if my switch has been flicked. Don't worry; I'm not dying, quite the opposite." Jill told Bob, feeling joyful that she found her warning necessary.

Bob's energetic efforts saw Jill become breathless as she pulled joyfully on him and listened to his groans of pleasure mixing with her own.

When Jill's body jolted into climax, it did so to a scream of delight from her lips. It was a fearsome welcome, although nothing compared to the shrill cry that rang out in earsplitting glory as Bob's cock spilt forth onto her writhing body.

Jill's head was filled with random images and colour, as she felt herself gripped by an erotic charge and aroused by the sensation of Bob's own excitement coating her as she shook excitedly.

As Jill bellowed cries and Bob's grunts and groans filled the room, they revelled in the unexpected joy of what fate had decided they should experience together. It was a shared climax they enjoyed to its fullest extent and one they filled with the fun they both had seen as central to any potential success.

Jill realised she wasn't alone in relishing the opportunity to show her true character, which made everything even more precious to her.

Bob? What happened reminded him that his clumsiness was a part of who he was and that even this occasionally had its good side.