Just Shopping For A Suit, Ma’am-Part 2

"He was shopping for a suit and got more than measurements."

She just walked out of the dressing room after telling him to strip down to his underwear. He wanted a good fitting suit for his brother’s wedding and was told this was the store that did custom fitting at great prices. The sales lady that waited on him was quite a distraction in her heels and mini skirt that just about covered his imagination.

After she closed the door, he looked around. There were mirrors on all the walls, a comfortable chair in the corner next to the rack to hang his clothes, and a long bench in the middle of the room. It seemed larger than the ones he passed as she led him to the last one. His biggest surprise came when he looked up. A full mirror covered the ceiling. The soft inlaid lights were all around it giving a soft glow to the room, but lit up enough to clearly see himself in the mirrors.

He was so absorbed in the sight of the room, he was not ready for her return. She knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. He told her he was not ready, but she entered anyway.

“I brought you a bottle of water. Complimentary for you. I will give you a few more minutes to undress. Oh, and your socks and shoes come off, too,” she said as she handed him the water and closed the door as she left.

He set the water down and proceeded to take off his shirt and sweat pants, shoes and socks. He started to sit in the easy chair but changed his mind and sat on the side of the bench to wait for her return. He had a drink of water. It was cold and tasted really refreshing. For some reason, his mouth was dry.

He did not have to wait very long till he heard a light tapping on the door. He told her he was ready.

She opened the door and peeked around. She smiled her fabulous smile as she sashayed into the room. He loved to watch her walk. The way her hips moved was pure pleasure. Her breasts seemed to bounce with every step. He thought they looked like they would bounce right out of the tight, low fitting blouse she wore.

She stood in front of where he sat. She had a tape measure in one hand and a pen and paper in the other. He felt very self conscious standing in front of her in just his undershorts, but he kept telling himself that she did this for a living. He tried very hard to relax. Really, he tried very hard not to become aroused.

“Stand up, please, and put your arms out to the sides,” she said as she stood behind him.

He did as he was told, then realized he could see himself and everything she was doing because of the mirrors all around him. For some reason, he felt a chill. She bent over to put the paper and pen on the bench and when she did he could see her in the mirror. Her tight mini skirt rode up her hips as she bent over and he noticed she had no underwear on, just those beautiful black stockings on those wonderful long legs.

She seemed to take her time before standing back up. He thought maybe she was taking notes. He was enjoying the view. Then he noticed he was enjoying it too much. He glanced down at his shorts and noticed his cock was responding to what he was seeing. He hoped she did not notice and tried so hard to think of anything else but his eyes kept going back to the mirror.

“I’ll try not to take too long but I do want to be thorough,” she said quietly.