I awoke around 4:45 on my belly, my red panties a little twisted and crusted with dried cum. I could feel Big Daddy's deposit oozing down my taint and hardening in the panties. I could not believe, this was not some kind of twisted dream but my stretched leaking asshole took away all doubt. Twelve hours ago, I was kissing my beautiful wife and leaving for another routine day at work. Now I lay here replaying the memory of sucking cock twice and feeling a stranger's cum seeping from my asshole. My cock was stirring at the thought...
I tried to think about what to do next when it occurred to me, I might be able to make it back to Larry's Clothing yet today. If I could do that, I could surprise my buddy Marvin, bright and early and catch him slacking off. I quickly called, and they answered on the second ring.
"Larry's Clothing, how may I help you?" the familiar voice said.
"Hi is this Phillip?" I asked relieved he answered.
"Yes, it is. Is this Mr. Patrick?"
"Yes..."
"Your suits are ready. Are you running late?" He asked politely.
"Unfortunately, I am. How late are you open?"
"5:30 sir. Will you..."
"Damn, I can't make it by then..."
"I'll be here until around 7:00 if that works. The shop will be closed but I will be doing alterations in the back. Just Ring the bell and I will let you in." He said.
"Great! I love you Phil. You are a life saver! See you soon." I said happily.
I took a shower and headed back to beautiful Sidney Nebraska, in my new kakis and polo from Wal-Mart. On the way I received a text from Big Daddy.
Big Daddy: Where's my panty pic?
I did not respond but could not help thinking about how exhilarated I was looking at myself in them.
I arrived at Larry's and was greeted by Phil in his gray suit and navy vest. He was about 30 with light brown hair curly and long on the top and buzzed on the sides. He wore an ear ring and spoke with a lisp.
"Glad we could make this work for you Mr. Patrick. Let's try them on and make sure they fit ok. They are in the back. Right this way, and you'll get to see what goes on behind the curtain."
"Call me Robert," I said, following him through the curtain into the back room. There was a neat little desk and a large table for laying out and cutting fabric. Three sewing machine tables were off to the left with three racks of suits and sport coats next to them. To the right was the old-style triple mirror with raised floor for full body viewing.
He removed his jacket and hung it on the rack. Then he grabbed a suit off one of the racks and pointed to the pedestal floor in front of the mirrors. I stepped up and he held the jacket open behind me. I slid my arms in and he placed it over my shoulders. Then he patted the shoulders down and ran his hands down my arms. When he reached the sleeve ends, he pinched them and pulled them tight, smiling over my shoulder looking at me in the mirror.
"Looks really good so far," he said as our eyes met in the mirror.
His smiling face looked like a second head on my shoulder. He patted my arms and walked around to face me. The vest he wore fit tightly against his back, highlighting a nice round ass that acted like a magnet to my eyes.
He flattened the front of this suit running his palms down my chest, before kneeling down, and tugging on the tails. He leaned back a little squatting before me, eyeing the jacket to make sure it hung evenly.
"Not bad at all." He then brought me the pants and pointed to a back room. "You can go in there to change the pants Mr. Patrick."
"That's OK I said. Just us, right?" I said taking off my pants in front of the mirror.
My briefs were a bit of a disappointment after the red panties earlier. Suddenly, my mind had me thinking of showing off my panties to Philp before helping him out of his suit, dropping to my knees and sucking his cock.
"Stop!" I screamed to myself. "You are married to a beautiful girl!"
I put on the pants and he again squatted in front of me pulling and prodding and sliding his hands down both legs making sure the pants looked good. I could not control my roaming dick. It had a mind of its own, trying to escape the new pants.
Philip stood back up dangerously close to me. He smiled as he ran the lint brush on my shoulders. Our eyes met as the scent of his cologne hit me. My cock was going for full on boner.
By the time he got to the second pair of pants, I had no choice but to go to the back room to change them out. Otherwise my hard-on would be front and center in three giant mirrors.
"Everything OK Mr. Patrick... Robert?" He asked confused by my sudden shyness.
"I'm fine," I said keeping my back to him as I went into the back room.
I put on the new pants after straightening my cock and holding it to my stomach with my underwear waist band, to minimize the tent effect. I hiked the pants up a little high to help as well.
When I returned, he stepped in behind me, again looking at me in the mirror. He reached around me and buttoned the jacket looked me up and down from over my shoulder and then unbuttoned and pulled the jacket back.
He let out a half hum half sigh," Hhhmmm," before giving me the head toe once over.
He stepped around grabbed the jacket flaps and spread them apart glancing down my legs and back up. He had a puzzled look as he squatted down in front of me. My eyes locked on his ass in the mirrors as he bounced it up and down slightly. He brushed my legs with his palms again. His touch, his cologne, his ass had me stiff. I was ashamed of myself wondering where all this came from. Twelve hours ago, I was straight and happy, now I saw the back of his head in the mirror, at the level of my crotch and could only think how it might feel if he took me in his mouth...
He gripped the cuffs of my pants and pulled straight down pulling my pants down an inch or so.
"That's better, they were riding a little... (His eyes widened as they panned up my legs to my bulging cock.) high," he said leaning back a little trying not to stare but unable to hide a little smile. "These pants just seemed to fit a little funny, or is it just me?"
He stood back up and spun around behind me, again reached around and pulled my jacket apart. "How's this look to you?" He asked holding my jacket open.
I stared at my crotch hoping it really wasn't as noticeable as it seemed to me. "No, I think they're fine." I said nonchalantly.
He circled back around and assumed the squat again. I imagined his warm lips sliding over my boner. "Stop!" I screamed in my head as his hands slid down my left leg. When they reached my ankle he brought them back up to run down my left leg. I could feel his left hand accidentally touch my balls before sliding down again.
"I guess there ok he said looking up at me, his face only inches from my tightly stretched pants. "Is there anything else I can do for you Robert? Anything at all?" He asked smiling up at me. His eyes were a unique shade of green, I noticed as I began drift into them.
