Just Shopping For A Suit, Ma’am-Part 3

"He was just shopping for a suit and wound up getting a lot more."

He was told this men’s store was the best place to get a custom fitted suit for his brother’s wedding. Now he was in the dressing room in his undershorts, with a very beautiful sales girl, and a cock that wanted to stand at attention. He tried hard to calm his thoughts and his erection before she noticed.

She was standing behind him with her tape measure as he stood in front of the mirror with his arms out to his sides. She reached around him to measure his waist. He felt her breasts rub against his bare back as she passed the tape end from one hand to the other in front of him. She seemed to fumble with the end so her breasts rubbed on his back. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

She finally got hold of the tape and lowered it to his waist. He wondered what she was doing when she took hold of the top of his shorts and lowered them a little. She did it so slow, first one side then the other. He looked a little shocked in the mirror as he watched her.

“Don’t worry, sir. Sometimes the wedding day is too hot and the guys go with as little clothes on as they can. If you want to go commando, we want to be sure your suit fits just right,” she said to answer his unasked question.

He tried very hard to relax, but his hormones were starting to interfere. She let go of the tape to write on her notepad she had on the bench. Again, he watched as she bent over to scribble her figures. The mini skirt raising just like before to reveal stockings covering her ass. He pulled his eyes away as she stood back to take another measurement.

Again, she reached around him to grab the tape in front of him. Again, her breasts rubbed against his back. He could feel the twin curves as she rubbed them back and forth as she fumbled with the end of the tape. She put it across his chest and joined the ends at his back.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “This will never do. I have to have the exact measurement at the right spot or it will not fit right.”

She reached around him again, only, this time she felt for his nipples with the tips of her fingers.

He thought she was taking time to rub them, but realized she was only being sure where the tape was to go. She stood so close to his back, he felt the curve of her body lean into his. Using her fingers again to find his nipples, she placed the tape over them and pulled the ends to the back to get her reading. 

She turned around to write her notes, bending over as before, giving him another look at her nylon clad hips. This time she spread her legs a little. He knew his cock was getting hard. Next, she took a measurement from one wrist to the other. She had to stretch to reach, so, again her breasts rubbed back and forth across his back as she moved from side to side. When she bent over this time to write her notes, she not only spread her legs, but moved her hips a little from side to side.

He was getting so hot and yet so miserable at the same time. His cock was at full erection and pushing against the material of his shorts. She measured around his neck, but when she was done and ready to write her figures, she let her fingernail run down his back from his neck to his shorts. A chill ran through his body.

“Are you cold?” she asked.

“No, just a little ticklish,” he said then realized that was a stupid thing to say.

She was smiling as she came around to face him. She put her pad and paper on a little ledge by the door, then as she grabbed the tape measure, her arm brushed against the front of his shorts. He felt like a bolt of electricity went through him. She grabbed the end of the tape, and as she raised her hand to put one end at his neck, her hand brushed his cock again. She let the tape drop in front of him as she held one end to his neck. Her other hand trailed the tape down as she let the back of her hand trail down his chest.