As much as he hated clothes shopping, he figured he’d bite the bullet and get a new suit or two and perhaps a matching sport jacket and pants. As usual, he got out of work late and the stores would be closing soon. It was Wednesday, and the men’s department was vacant. He poked through the racks for a few minutes then looked at his watch. If no one comes over here to help me in about the next two minutes, he thought, I’m outta here.
He took a cursory look at three more suits, and a suddenly a sexy Asian woman appeared at his side.
“May I help you?” She smiled.
Tad gave her the once over twice; her nametag
Free Teen Porn said ‘Jen.’ Oh yeah, he thought, you can help me, but it’s got nothing to do with buying clothes. She could have been in her thirties but possibly younger. Her shoulder-length hair was straight; with the sheen of mink, it rippled like mercury when she moved. Even white teeth contrasted against her red glossy lipstick and her smooth oriental skin. Jen’s eyes sparkled, revealing glimpses of an inner passion; her eyebrows were thick and dark and perfectly shaped. Her body was curvy in all the right places; well feed but not fat, Tad estimated that she was a full C cup.
“I need a couple of new suits and something perhaps a little more casual, but still business-like.”
Jen locked her forearm with his. “Follow me, please. I think I know just what you’re looking for.”
Doubt it, Tad thought, unless you know that I’m looking to get laid too.
Jen lead him to a rack of suits, and it
Free Adult turned out that she was right. Within ten minutes, Tad had picked out a navy blue and a charcoal gray suit.
“Come,” she said pulling him along. “We have to measure.”
In the dressing room there were a couple of chairs, several full-length mirrors, and a two step high platform on which the men stood while tailors did their measuring.
“Take off your pants and put them on the chair,” Jen directed.
Tad froze like a dear in headlights.
“We don’t have all night,” Jen said. “What, you think I’ve never seen a man in his underwear before?”
Normally, he wasn’t shy, but naturally, he was wearing fashion briefs, they were black and a size too small. At first, he was self conscious, wondering what Jen the tailor was going to think of his underwear. Then, he decided he just didn’t give a shit. He doubted he would ever see her again. As Tad he took his pants off, he saw her bend over at the waist and pick up something off the floor. He could see the tops of her stockings and the wide strap of her garter. His cock sprung to erection like a sprinter at the gun. There was nothing he could do; since he was a boy, he was wild for women in garters and stockings. Now, few things got him as hot as quickly. He slipped into the navy suit pants, hoping that she wouldn’t notice his erection peaking over the top of his briefs.
She motioned for him to stand on the platform. She cuffed the pants, with needles and a soap line without a problem. As she put her arms around his waist to measure, her cheek pushed firmly against his crotch. He was sure that she could feel how hard he was, but Jen didn’t say a thing. She walked behind him and began marking the seat of his pants. He noticed her feeling his ass once or twice, but didn’t say anything; after she goosed him, he let out a satisfied groan. From behind, she started to measure his inseam. Her knuckles, hand, thumb, fingers all casually knocked against his balls, making him harder than ever.
