Part 2
As soon as she heard Tim lock the door behind her, Shawna walked over to Julie's desk, waving to Anna and Kaitlyn who were in their offices with the blinds open. She cupped her hand in a "come here" gesture. When the other three women had gathered, she talked to them in a quiet tone. "Have you all seen Mr. Johnson in his riding gear before?"
The three young women looked at each other and nodded. Anna said, "He sometimes brings a change of clothes with him, and tries to get a ride in over lunch hour, or right after work."
"I know," Shawna said. "The fact that he's actually a cyclist impressed the Cycle-Wear people. I told you all that he and I were going to meet with them at 5:00 today, but I didn't mention that I bought us both some Cycle-Wear outfits, to impress the new clients." Shawna raised her arms, and turned in a circle. "What do you think?"
"Looks great," Julie said. "I've always liked their stuff. Do you think we'll be able to get any free merch from them, now that we represent them?"
"That's what I'm hoping," Shawna said. "But listen. I bought an outfit for Mr. Johnson too, and he's trying it on right now." All three young women looked to his office.
Kaitlyn said, "So that's why you closed the blinds."
Shawna winked and said, "You sound a little disappointed!"
Kaitlyn blushed just a bit, and giggled. "Maybe a little."
Shawna said, "I know that you've all noticed that Mr. Johnson is a good-looking man." All three young women grinned. "But you also know that he's not especially... adventurous. His clothing style runs toward modesty."
Julie nodded. "Why are you telling us this?"
"Because the outfit that Mr. Johnson is putting on is not his usual biking gear. He usually prefers loose-fitting stuff, and wears multiple layers, except when it's really hot. But as you know, the Cycle-Wear stuff is much more... form-fitting." All three girls glanced back and forth, the hint of a smile on each of their lips. "I want you all to be very casual when Mr. Johnson comes out here. I know that he's going to be a little outside of his usual comfort zone, so we need to be nonchalant, so that he'll feel comfortable."
"Sure," Kaitlyn said.
"We can do that," Anna said.
"No problem," Julie said.
As Shawna turned away, she caught a couple of comically raised eyebrow looks exchanged among them. "Perfect!" She thought. The hook was baited. She had wanted to make sure the girls were extra attentive when Tim came out, but she wanted to under-sell the visual treat that they were in for.
She couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces. Or on Tim's!
Part 3
While this conversation had been going on in the main office, and very different struggle had gone on in Tim's office. He had taken his shirt off first, and then wriggled into the cycling shirt. It was very small, but Cycle-Wear's advertising was true: the material was extremely stretchy. Still, it took a series of gyrations to tug it into place. When he was finished, he looked down at himself, and was glad that he'd kept himself in shape. The material was a skin-tight fit, so much so that every detail of his defined pecs and abs stood out in stark relief.
The effect was enhanced by the color scheme, which he recognized from the ad copy he'd seen as the "hornet" pattern. The shirt had black sleeves and sides, with a bright yellow central section that ran from the neckline down to the waistline, and across the middle of the chest from just inside of each shoulder. The light-colored material seemed to accentuate his physique. He blushed a little at how plainly obvious his puckered nipples were.
He took a deep breath, looked back to the door to confirm that it was still locked, and that the blinds were all tightly closed, and then he unsnapped and unzipped his pants. He had worn boxers, which he soon saw were going to be a problem.
But they were not the main problem, by any means. As soon as he stepped into the shorts and started pulling them up his calves, he began to panic. These were way too small! They slid upwards pretty easily at first, but as soon as the tops of them got above his knees, he knew that Shawna had made a terrible mistake. It took another minute of concerted tugging and adjusting just to get the top of he shorts up to his crotch area, but there he was stuck. His boxers had rolled and bunched ahead of the cycling shorts, and now they formed an impervious barrier to getting the shorts up any higher at all.
He was going to have to take off his boxers, and be naked under his cycling shorts!
Just then he heard a faint giggle from the outer office, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His pretty young employees and Shawna were just on the other side of that door. Could he really be about to strip himself bottomless?!
He stood there frozen, desperately trying to think of a way out. Then he forced himself to breathe deeply. Okay. It's no big deal. I'll just drop the boxers and pull on the shorts, and see how they look. If I don't like them, I'll get dressed again, and tell Shawna that I'm going to wear my own cycling gear, or else skip the 5:00 meeting.
After one more paranoid look at the locked door and closed blinds, Tim hobbled back behind his desk - as if that was going to give him any shelter - and pulled the shorts down and off. He took another deep breath, and before he could think too much about it, he dropped his boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. He hurriedly retrieved the cycling shorts, and began a panicky, desperate, circular dance to pull them up and into place.
When he was done he was a little short of breath, and light-headed, too. But the light-headed feeling didn't come from exertion, he knew: it was from shame. He looked ridiculous!
The shorts had the same color scheme as the shirt: black along the sides, bright yellow in the middle. And just like with the shirt, the yellow material seemed to reveal as much as it concealed. Unfortunately, what it revealed below his waist was much more problematic than what the shirt had revealed about it. His junk was out there, as plain as day! He could see every detail. He stuck a hand down the front of the shorts, adjusting himself, and tugging his shaft to the right. He moaned. You could see everything!
He had another terrible thought, and twisted around, looking back down over his shoulder. It was the same in the back: the entire center of his ass was in full view, the yellow material framing each muscular cheek in minute detail. Somehow the black edges managed to draw attention to what they didn't cover, creating almost a jock strap effect, with 90% of his firm buns as obvious as if he were bottomless!
A small knock at the door startled him, and he jumped.
"Mr. Johnson," Shawna called out in a sing-song voice from outside. "Are you almost ready to go?"
Part 4
Shawna looked at the door, forcing herself to not smile, as she imagined the handsome, frightened male on the other side of the door. She glanced sideways back in the office, and noticed that all three young women were watching, while trying hard to appear that they were not.
The door lock snapped, and the door opened just a crack. "Shawna, there's been some kind of mistake," Tim whispered.
"What do you mean?" she asked, innocently.
"You made a mistake. These shorts aren't my size."
"Are they too big?" Shawna said, grinning.
