NOTE: Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older!
The sales guy looked up, as I entered, and greeted me with a knowing smile.
Was it just my imagination
or had he actually seen me earlier,
loitering in front of his shop window and gawking at the hypnotically beautiful Greek gods, displayed so enticingly on his posters?
Without words, they had relentlessly beguiled me towards something so forbidden yet so tempting, I had neither the strength nor the will to refuse.
My resistance was as doomed as the convict awaiting the executioner.
Yet my heartbeat accelerated, fueled not just by fear but by an inexplicable and delicious anticipation.
Of course he had seen me!
The very thought was mortifying.
Though fully clothed, I had never felt more utterly exposed.
The heat of my embarrassment intensified as it spread rapidly across my face.
I looked down at my feet and managed to croak out an apprehensive hello.
Willing myself to look back up again, I returned his smile, uneasily.
He was older, (probably around my dad's age), and quite good looking.
His eyes were big and brown and his lashes were long, thick and black. He had beautiful, clear, caramel skin and sexy full lips.
He was probably in his late 30s, (maybe even a well preserved 40ish?), and though not as muscular as me, he was a stocky little fireplug and built like he worked out regularly.
Despite my unease, I couldn't help but notice how well his butt and his bulge filled out his trousers.
Busily unpacking what looked like a new shipment of swimsuits, he exuded a calm, confident and capable manner.
I found myself fascinated by his hands. They were big, square and powerful looking.
The sudden image of my naked flesh, yielding, to his strong, firm grip, flashed seductively through my mind.
I began to feel a familiar tightening in my underwear and
without realizing it, I licked my lips.
He caught me checking him out and I wanted to die on the spot.
Was it too late for me to back out?
I wanted to turn around and run back outside to safety.
Instead, as if on auto-pilot, my legs took complete control and carried me to the nearest clothes rack across the room.
Praying I wouldn't trip over my big, clumsy feet, I could feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
He stepped out from behind the counter, stood beside me, and very casually helped me pick out a swimsuit.
His manly aroma (aftershave, mingled with his natural, musky scent) invaded my nostrils with the power and force of an intoxicating drug.
Rendered completely deaf to anything he may have said, I was mesmerized by the movement of his luscious, full lips as he spoke to me.
In a daze, I watched, as he quickly and efficiently, sorted through the racks in pursuit of the perfect bathing suit for me to try on.
Before I knew it, he had ushered me towards the back of his little shop, and into the tiniest change-room I had ever seen.
It was barely larger than a broom closet, directly opposite the store window, and in full view of the busy street outside.
It was so cramped, I could barely move.
I literally struggled to breathe, as though I had been trapped within the walls of a suffocating crypt.
With every last ounce of my remaining self control, I closed my eyes and willed myself to calm down.
Finally, I managed to take off my gloves, heavy coat, thick woolen scarf, and boots.
I hesitated, for a few moments, before working up the courage to unzip my pants and pulled them down and off, along with my underwear.
The floor was cold, and I shivered.
At the last minute, I decided leave on my thick woolen socks.
Standing there, bottomless, my heavy cock flopping around, I accidentally glanced at the full length mirror on the wall beside me.
I already had a sizable semi.
How I was going to stuff it discreetly into the impossibly tiny pouch of the swimsuit the sales guy had picked out for me?
I had barely enough time to pull the suit up over my ass, balls and rapidly growing cock, before he startled me by jerking the curtain aside.
He, clearly liked what he saw.
His beautiful brown eyes widened noticeably, and this time, it was he, who licked his lips.
I quickly looked over at my reflection again.
The young man looking back at me from the mirror, had thighs that were thick and muscular and an ass that was meaty, round and firm.
The pouch looked impressively full.
An erotic current, fueled by fear, shame and lust, electrified my body.
In an instant, I was transported back to my high school locker room after the summer of my 18th birthday.
That same unexpected and secret thrill, from the reactions to my naked body, had now reignited a forgotten sensual flame.
What did this mean?
I could feel the raw heat intensify as it radiated from my body.
Afraid, I quickly looked away.
The floor was cold and I was (despite my thick, woolen socks) actually trembling.
The sales guy, very gently, put his hands on my hips, looked into my eyes and slowly shook his head.
Then, in the kind of low, reassuring voice a horse trainer would use to soothe a nervous young colt, he said:
"We can't possibly see how you look in that suit, unless we get you out of the rest of these clothes, now can we?"
I gulped audibly and nodded my head like an obedient child.
My heart beat even faster and my cock twitched at the mere mention of getting completely undressed in front of this stranger.
Had he noticed?
Then suddenly it occurred to me.
He said "we".
Was he going to undress me?
Was I actually going to allow this attractive older man, a complete stranger, to take off the rest of my clothes?
Even as I asked myself the question, I already knew the answer.
Confused and alarmed by the inexplicable compulsion to surrender to him, I felt another overwhelming wave of delicious anticipation wash over me.
The heat of my arousal intensified until it raged uncontrollably.
I could feel all resistance melting, as though it were nothing but hot liquid flowing rapidly down a drain pipe.
The sales guy reached up, and gently took off the warm woolen hat that covered my head and ears.
