0 comments/ 115080 views/ 72 favorites The Upscale Underwear Store By: dowd_elwood_p *** The Realization *** It was shortly after I had checked in at the airport hotel – the venue for my business meeting – that I realized I had forgotten to pack my underwear. Of course, I had to recheck my luggage four times before I finally convinced myself that I had done it. It was not an auspicious start to the trip. So what were my options? I could always "going commando..." or not. There's something worrisome about having my vital bits next to zipper teeth. No, there was nothing left to do but to go to the mall to restock. The problem was that the closest mall was one of those snooty "fashion malls," which features valet parking for those who don't get dropped off by their chauffeurs. I probably should have tried to find a regular department store, but being way out at the airport, I didn't want to drive all the way into the city. So I jumped in my rental car and made my way to the Mecca of consumerism. Wandering along the mezzanine level, I inspected countless stores whose names I had never heard of before and whose product lines were difficult to discern from the little that was on display. In one store, there was a single glass bowl on a table in the middle of an empty floor, and the remainder of the store was painted yellow... I walked on. Finally, I found a store that exhibited five half-torso mannequins wearing boxers and briefs. It was called "Essence..." close enough... I took a chance and walked in. A sign in the window read, "Positions available for Fitting Assistants and Release Attendants. Must be at least 18 years old to apply. Discretion required. " Surveying the store, I didn't see anyone, staff or clients, and so it didn't surprise me that they were hiring. What the hell is a Release Attendant? Why was "discretion" stipulated? And was there anyone even working here? I wandered about the store in an attempt to check out their selection, guessing that it must be more than what was on display, but I couldn't find any merchandise to look at. What the mannequins were wearing was okay, but based on the silkiness of the material, I guessed that they probably each cost more than I wanted to pay for my whole purchase. *** The Assessment *** As I reached the rear of the store, I suddenly noticed a gorgeous woman standing behind a service counter. She must have sneaked in when my back was turned. When she noticed me, she walked over. She was tall, graceful, dignified... and sultry. "Good afternoon, sir," she greeted me, "My name is Katherine. Welcome to Essence. " Katherine's smoky, faintly accented voice caught my attention, and her shapely, ravishing figure didn't let it go. As she walked toward me, her silky, black hair swished lightly on the shoulders of her dark blue, tailored suit, and her full breasts bounced provocatively beneath her black, silk top. Underneath her short skirt, the lacy tops of her black stockings played peek-a-boo with the outside world with each step of her long, thin legs and each click of her black, high-heeled shoes. When she finally stopped in front of me, I was transfixed by her enigmatically dark eyes – were they green or brown? – and heavy, black eyebrows. "Who are you looking for today?" she asked. "Huh? Oh, well, YOU can serve me, if that's okay," I answered and was puzzled when she giggled. "No, sir," she clarified, "Which designer's line did you have in mind?" I hesitated, not knowing how to answer her. "I'm just here to buy some underpants," I explained. She chuckled again. "First time to our store, sir?" "Yes, first time to the city in fact. " She walked over to the service counter to pick up a clipboard, appeared to push some type of button on the desk and returned. "And what is your name?" she asked, preparing to fill out her form. "Uh... Davis... Harvey Davis. Look, I just wanted to grab a couple packages of Haines and be on my way. Maybe I've come to the wrong store. " She grasped my forearm to symbolically prevent me from leaving. "Nonsense, Mr Davis. I'm sure that you will be more than satisfied with what we are going to offer you. " She let go of my arm and scanned down the form on the clipboard. "So Mr Davis," she said with a wry smile, "Here's a simple question for you... Boxers or briefs?" Hey, now there's a question I could answer. "Briefs," I said, "I've never been one for boxers. " "Okay, sir. Biker, sports, hip, executive, low rise, bikini, thong, jock, French cut, or Brazilian cut... " "Um... " "Button, clip, snap, or clasp... " "Um... " "Y-front, seamless, or pocket. " "Uh," I stammered, "Maybe I should point out that my wife usually buys my underwear. " "That's all right, sir," Katherine said reassuringly, stepping forward and putting her hand on my shoulder. "Do you mind if I just take a quick peek so that I can pick out a few options?" She set the clipboard on a side table just as someone emerged from a back room. "Yeah, sure. I... uh... What?" I couldn't have heard the question correctly, but I was distracted by the young girl walking towards us. She must be at least 18 years old to work here, but she didn't look much older than that. She was wearing a black, suede, mini-skirt that was just an inch too long to show some cheek and a light grey sweater that was just a size too small to conceal her bra-less status – based on her evident nipples and jiggly bounce. Her oval-shaped face featured unconfident eyes but a devilish grin, and her dusty blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail that tried to be professional but couldn't hide her girlish youthfulness. Then, Katherine jolted my attention back to her as her hands undid my belt and zipper in the middle of the store. Out of embarrassment, I quickly surveyed our surroundings to see who would see us, but luckily, I continued to be the only customer. "Ah, Becky," said Katherine, as she held my pants away from my body to inspect my underwear, "Could you hold these for a second? I just want to check out a few things. " Behind me, Becky grabbed the sides of my pants and let them droop to about mid-thigh. " "Becky, give me your guess of the seat type," Katherine asked. I felt two eyes behind me running over my exposed bottom. Meanwhile, Katherine cupped her hand... my goodness... around my package and bounced it lightly up and down. "Maybe a K?" replied Becky with a very young voice. "Really?" challenged Katherine, who had finished handling my bulge and began pulling on the waistband and fingering the material of my shorts. A small hand slid tentatively down one of my butt cheeks and lightly cupped the curve at the bottom. "An L?... A J?... " Katherine smiled at her uncertainty. "Here, let me take the pants. Reach around, and tell me his pouch fit. " Becky's head snaked under my arm from behind and peered over my hip towards my groin. When she got into position, she turned her head to grin up at me as if to apologize for the awkwardness of the situation. What a great smile! It was a combination of impishness and embarrassment. Then she looked back. "A 22 medium or maybe a 21 deep?" "Becky, you can't tell just by looking," mentored Katherine. "Here," she said, grabbing Becky's hand and placing it under my balls, "Mr Davis won't bite. " Becky giggled and squeezed my balls gingerly. I wondered if she could feel me firming up. The back of her neck looked bright red. "Ahm, I'm not sure," Becky replied in resignation. "Okay, never mind. We need a complete work-up anyways," Katherine concluded, interrupting Becky's inspection and refastening my pants, "Why don't you take Mr Davis into the back, get Yumiko to prep him, and then do a full set of measurements. I'll join you later for the fitting... You don't mind letting Becky do the fitting, do you Mr Davis? She has only just started with us, but I think you will be in good hands. " "No, of course not," I responded, with my cock rising to confront me in the event that I did not answer correctly. This was turning into some shopping trip. What was it I came in here for again? Oh, yeah – underpants. *** The Preparation *** Katherine picked up the clipboard and made some more entries, while Becky took me by the hand and led me through the door where she had entered. Her hand was young, soft and cool to the touch. We walked down a little hallway and into a glass-doored locker room. "Yumi?" called out Becky, prompting a little Oriental girl in a tight-fitting, one-piece, black swimsuit to appear from behind a line of lockers. "Yumi, this Mr Davis," Becky instructed Yumiko in broken English. "Hie, Mis-ter Da-vis, hie," repeated Yumiko to Becky with confirmatory little head bows. "You do prep. I come back 10 minutes. " "Hie, 10 minutes... You want all done?" "Yes, Yumi. Do normal prep. " Becky turned on her heels and left through the door we had entered. "Hie," Yumiko responded with a quick bow to the closing door. She then took me by the hand and led me to a locker space in a nearby row. After gesturing me to sit on the wooden bench in front, she retrieved a large, fluffy towel from a wall counter and placed it on the bench beside me. Then she began to undo my shirt. "Um... There might be some mistake," I tried to help her out, "I'm just here for underpants. " Yumiko looked at me somewhat puzzled. "I do prep," she advised me, somewhat insistently. I marvelled at how incredibly young she looked, although I knew that she must be over 18 to work here. Everything about her was petite – her innocent face, her pug nose, her pouty lips, and especially the thin little fingers that were working expertly on my shirt buttons. "You do prep," I acknowledged. When she had my shirt off, she put it carefully on a hanger and hung it up in my locker. Then she kneeled between my legs and unfastened my belt and zipper. "Stand, please," she instructed me. When I got up, Yumiko was kneeling so close that I had to do a quick little sidestep to avoid mushing her face with my crotch. She did not react. In fact, her demeanour was strangely, both coldly professional and warmly angelic. She reached up and slid off my pants and briefs with business-like efficiency, folded them and then took them over to stow carefully in the locker. My slightly aroused cock bobbed a bit as I turned to watch her. Feeling suddenly vulnerable, I covered my front with my hands and waited sheepishly. Yumiko returned to face me, and I observed that, although she had very small breasts, her impressively erect nipples were pushing forcefully up under her tight swimsuit material. She noticed my demure pose and grinned. The edges of her mouth turned up ever so slightly and exposed her two front teeth, making her look like a cute little bunny. She grabbed my hand again and led me to a shower stall at the back of the room. From behind her, I enjoyed watching the tight scrunching of her little buns as she walked. She opened the stall's glass door, and I entered the tiled enclosure. On the wall was mounted a hand shower, and on the floor sat a pail of soapy water with a large, real sponge. I wasn't sure why a shower was involved in the purchase of underwear, but it really didn't bother me, so I committed myself to washing up. However, I was a little more than surprised when Yumiko entered the shower immediately behind me. Taking the shower nozzle off the wall, Yumiko turned on the water and gave me a good, all-over wetting. The water was pleasantly warm. When she got to my crotch, she used her free hand to juggle my balls, ensuring that all my nooks and crannies got soaked. The feeling of her little hand and delicate fingers playing with my testicles sent a thrill through my body. Yumiko pushed and turned me, forcing me to lean forward with my hands against the wall. In this position, I felt like I was about to receive a full body search – and little did I know... She reached down for the sponge, squishing out the excess water as she brought it up to my neck. The consistency of the sponge was soft, but its texture was slightly raspy, so that it both soothed and exhilarated me with each stroke. Yumiko went about her scrubbing quietly and efficiently as if she conducted this service regularly. When she finished her thorough soaping of my back, bottom and legs, she put her hands on my hips and gently moved them back in order to reposition my body. It caused me to lean forward and thrust my bottom up in the air. From behind me, I heard the splash of the sponge being returned to the pail and the click of a bottle cap being snapped open. Suddenly, I felt my butt cheeks being spread apart and my butt crack channelling the flow of a cool, slippery fluid. The viscous liquid, which must have been soap, oozed down the length of my crack and dripped onto the shower floor below. With another snap of the cap, Yumiko placed the bottle down and then positioned herself behind me. Starting at my tail bone, a thin little finger squished around to cover itself in the lubricant and then entered the canyon of my butt cheeks. Like a slow motion, white-water kayak, the digit turned and twisted as it rode the contour of my rear channel. It pressed firmly, ensuring all hidden areas got well coated. Lower and lower it slid, passing tantalizingly over the pucker of my anus. When her finger reached the end of its journey, it returned to my clenched opening, and with light little probes, it teased at the barrier, enticing it to allow her entrance. This was a virginal area for me, and I didn't know what to make of her poking. I had no idea how to release my grip, and I wasn't sure I wanted to in any case. Nevertheless, she continued her prodding until she compromised my defences. A fingertip sneaked in the entrance, followed eventually by a knuckle and then an entire finger. I felt strong sensations of heat and electricity, even though it was just her finger. As she slowly inserted and retracted her probe, I felt a hot wave flow through my body. After a few seconds of deep cleaning, she withdrew her hand and moved it between my legs, grasping my balls lightly from behind and making them sudsy with the soap residue on her hand. She cradled and massaged them, jiggling them softly. I appreciated her thoroughness. "You turn now, please," Yumiko instructed me. I turned slowly to face her. In the tight confines of the stall, I was a little worried that my now semi-firm member would hit her as I swung around. Watching the traverse of my little derrick, her eyes widened a bit, and she said, "You need I finish you. " I guess she meant that we had better hurry along before an accident happened. She retrieved the soapy sponge from the pail and gave my chest a real scrubbing. Then, she moved down the front of my body, discretely avoiding my crotch, and knelt on the shower floor, with my erection hovering just in front of her face. She picked up the bottle of liquid soap and clicked open the top. Gingerly, she took the tip of my penis between a thumb and finger and held it steady out in front of me. Then she raised the bottle with her other hand and squeezed a bead of soap along its length. Putting the bottle back down, she used a fingertip to spread the soap along the upper-side of my cock and then all over the rest of it. The light rubbing of her little digital applicator sent a tingling sensation along my shaft and up through my abdomen. Convinced that the soap was now well applied, she opened her hand and reached towards my rock hard... Suddenly, the shower door slid open with an abrupt swish. "Yumi, wait!!!" Yumiko's hand hovered in mid-air, her fingers curling tantalizingly around but not touching my cock. Becky stood at the shower entrance with a look of certain concern on her face. "I haven't done the measurements yet, so don't go any further yet. " "I no finish? You say do all!" Yumiko complained, with her hand still hovering in position. I thought briefly about flinching into her grasp in order to influence the situation. "I know I said that, Yumi, but I have to measure... um... Oh, sir, I'm sorry about this," Becky started to give me a quick apology when she realized my predicament and then blushed when she saw the look of disbelieving disappointment in my eyes. "Yumi, please just dry Mr Davis off, and I'll take him over to the fitting room. " And with that, she left. "Okay, I bring, I bring. " Yumiko withdrew her hand and stood up in order to rinse me off with the hand shower... or so I thought. She actually went toward the shower door. I suddenly felt like a teenager who had just been caught necking on the couch in the family room. I looked down sadly at my hard-on, glistening with a soapy sheen, abjectly waiting for an anti-climatic rinsing. Sometimes, timing is everything; the little guy had come so close to having fun. Yumiko was, oddly, still at the door, looking furtively out the glass and around the locker room beyond. "She gone," she eventually announced, turning on her heels and dropping quickly to her knees. Immediately, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to jerk it off furiously. I looked down in disbelief. Her hand was like a mad piston, and I was surprised that such a little person could expend that much energy. The feeling of the rubbing was overwhelming, and my knees almost faltered. Her arm was a blur of motion. Smack, smack, smack, smack. Then she steadied the base with her other hand and focused just on my tip. Smick, smick, smick, smick. Smack, smack, smack, smack... Smick, smick, smick, smick... Her rhythm was unrelenting. A wonderful buzzing sensation resonated over my entire cock. Smack, smack, smack, smack... Smick, smick, smick, smick... It was building. I wouldn't be able to hold out. I wanted to go up on my toes and thrust into her movement, but I couldn't get my balance. My arms flew out unsuccessfully to find the shower walls for support. She leaned in, moving my cock above her shoulder for better leverage. My gawd, she was actually speeding up. Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack. "Ohhh... uhhh... unghhh!!!" A wad of cum shot towards the shower door and audibly smacked on impact. Yumiko leaned back and slowed her pace to long, firm, finishing strokes. Subsequent spouts hit her shoulder, her throat and her breast. She looked up at me with great satisfaction over her accomplishment. "You finish now. " Her wide grin caused her nose to wrinkle up and her two front teeth to show again. What an incredibly cute and impish little bunny! She looked so pleased at having just got away with something naughty. I was dizzy and having a difficult time catching my breath. It had been such a hard, sudden cum. Reaching to my side, I felt a tiled wall and was able to steady myself. When I regained my focus, I watched Yumiko flitting about, cleaning and straightening. She seemed business-like again, as if nothing had just happened. On her return to the shower, she helped me out on my unsteady legs. She had a towel in her hand, and she used it to dry me off, first my back and then my front. Her touch was quick and a little rough. Kneeling in front of me to finish her task, she gave my dangling member a playful little bat with her hand and giggled, "You soft now. " Then she stood up and wrapped a dry towel around my waist, just as Becky entered the room to retrieve me. *** The Measurement *** "Thanks, Yumi," Becky said, as she took me by the arm. We walked down the hallway to another backroom. The air in the hall was cool to the damp skin of my bare upper body. Passing a few closed doors – boy, this store was bigger than I thought – we entered one near the end of the hall. The room had an immediately peaceful feel to it, probably due to the subdued lighting. It was larger than the change room but efficient in size. It featured a large wooden table, elegant wing-back chair, patterned area rug and tasteful full-length mirror, all either antiques or first-class reproductions. In the middle of the floor was a little podium, which was about a foot or so high. The Upscale Underwear Store Becky directed me to the podium and had me step up on it. She unwrapped the towel at my waist and took it away from my body, timidly averting her eyes from my private parts for the moment. She started folding the towel and then, finally catching a glimpse of my flaccid penis, stopped what she was doing and gawked at it. No guy would feel comfortable in a situation like that. I mean, give me a break; the little guy had just had a work-out. "Yumi!! Yumi!!" Becky yelled, dropping the towel and storming out the door, "What did you do?" The room seemed suddenly large and quiet, and seeing my reflection in the mirror, I felt silly standing there, naked on top of a pedestal. After that outburst, I also felt like a misbehaving child again. It was all a bit humiliating, and I covered myself with my hands. In no time, Katherine came through the door with Becky in tow counselling her. "It happens. Don't worry about the measurement protocol. We try to do it that way in case a second arousal isn't possible. It probably won't be a problem," Katherine mentored and then turned to me. "Ah, Mr Davis, well prepped I see. Let's get you measured up, shall we?" She had removed her jacket and her bouncing bust-line had me mesmerized. Katherine strode to me and brusquely moved my hands to my sides, while Becky went over to the table and picked up the clipboard and a cloth measuring tape. With my hands at my sides, my dangling member was abandoned to Katherine's visual scrutiny, vulnerable to any physical inspection that she may wish to conduct. "Are you satisfied with your service so far, Mr Davis?" Katherine asked calmly, her eyes rivetted to my little guy. "Yes," I answered contritely, "absolutely. " "That's good, because at Essence, we don't want you to be a one-time client. " She finally looked up at me and smiled. "We want you to come again and again and again. " "Oh, I see... Excuse me?" What was that she said? With a curling finger, Katherine invited me to lean down towards her. She grabbed the far side of my head with her hand and brought the closer ear toward her lips. I could feel her hot breath waft past my ear and her lips graze my lobe as she spoke. "I really appreciate your patience, Mr Davis," she whispered, releasing her grip and letting her hand trace lightly down my neck and chest, "This is Becky first fitting, and I want it to be a good experience for her. " Her hand slid across my stomach and, teasing towards my crotch, veered to end on my hip. Katherine then pulled back abruptly and turned around. "Okay, Becky, let's begin. " Becky walked over to me and paused. Suddenly confronted with the situation, she was frozen by either timidity or uncertainty. With a trembling hand, she reached towards my penis. "Becky," Katherine interrupted, "what's the first step in the measurement process?" Becky withdrew her hand. "Well, to have the client sit in the chair while I get ready, but I thought we were past that now. " "No, I mean your first precaution," Katherine mentored, "I'll give you a hint – you're wearing a suede skirt and a dry-clean-only sweater. " "Oh, my gosh! I forgot!" Becky recalled, "One moment, sir. " She handed the clipboard to Katherine and stepped quickly over to the table. Taking the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and placed it folded on the table. From the rear, I could see the outline of her breast bob a bit as it broke free of its confines. Then she slipped off her skirt and laid it on her sweater. Underneath, she wore a tiny black thong that framed a cute and firm pair of little ass cheeks. On her return, her perky little B-cups jostled on her chest with youthful resilience as she walked, and her puffy aureoles and hard nipples wobbled distractingly all over my field of vision. When she reached the podium, she halted in front with a determined little jiggle and stated, "Thanks. I wouldn't want there to be any accidents. " She tried to sound confident but was betrayed by the blush on her chest and the quaver in her voice. Similarly, my slowly firming tool hinted at my interest in Becky's little strip show and Katherine's confidential intimations. Becky drew in a breath and took the tape measure in hand, but paused again. Noticing her hesitation, Katherine reached in and fondled my balls gently, "They don't have thorns, Becky. " My goodness, I was turned on. "Look, why don't you begin at the waist," she added. Becky started in but was pretty awkward at the job. When she measured my waist, she accidentally grazed my penis with her cheek as she reached the tape measure around me. Then when she measured my thigh, the top of her hand incidentally rubbed along the underside of my sac. Nevertheless, she kept drawing her tape around parts of my body and making notations on her clipboard. I felt very exposed standing above the two women, one poking and prodding my intimate regions, and the other staring intently at her progress. I felt Becky's fingers lifting and probing and squeezing all over the place. Occasionally, Katherine would offer some advice. "Not too hard... Now the droop... Just push that out of the way... You have to squeeze it more, you've got too much skin there... " Finally, she was left with doing my most discreet part, which was becoming less discreet with each measurement she took. Timidly, she took my cock by the tip with a thumb and finger and, ever so gently, extended it outwards. Looking over at Katherine, she asked "It's still not fully erect. Do I measure now, or do I wait?" "Well, why don't you take a few preliminary measurements," Katherine advised, "and then we'll decide what to do. " Becky resumed. She carefully laid the measure along the top of my shaft and leaned in very closely to take an accurate reading. I could feel her breath on the skin of my little head. However, in the process, she let everything fall through her fingers and had to start again. "Okay, now, Becky," interrupted Katherine, "It's good that you are trying to be gentle, but it's better if you act more assertively. Here... " Katherine took the tape measure and positioned herself in front of me. "The measuring will go quicker, and the client will feel that you know what you are doing. " She took a firm hold of my cock and pulled it out vigorously towards her, almost tugging me off the podium at the same time. Then holding an end of the tape at the base of my cock with a thumb and finger, she wrapped her other hand around both tape and cock and pulled tightly along the length of my shaft to the tip. "You see how quick and efficient that is," Katherine instructed and then demonstrated again with equal force. "Now you try. " Becky anchored the tape, grabbed my dick and gave a quick yank. "No, you're just pulling on one spot. Let your hand travel along the shaft, like you're opening an umbrella. " Becky tried again. This was getting to me. "That's better. Now do it more smoothly; don't jerk it. " Becky tried again. I stifled a moan. "That's it. And again... " Pull. "And again... " Tug. "And again. " My goodness!!! Yank. "That's it. Okay, you're getting it now. " "Um... Katherine?" Becky hesitated, "I don't think it's a preliminary measure anymore. " We all looked down. My pole was red, hard and pointing, almost accusingly, at Becky. Katherine calmly reached over and gave me a couple of soft strokes to assess my status. The skin of her hand was silky smooth, and her touch was teasingly light. She looked up at me and smiled, "How are we doing, Mr Davis?" "F-f-f-fine... " "Okay, Becky, here's where it gets tricky. We need to take the apex measurement without going over the top, because you will still need him in the aroused state for the fitting," cautioned Katherine, "But don't worry, I'll talk you through it. Now, take him in your hand and start a slow, predictable rhythm... " Becky took hold of my shaft and started to slowly pump it. "But how do you know when to stop?" "Unfortunately, that just comes with experience... Now, don't grasp too firmly; let the skin slide across your palm. " "But it's sticky. Should I use some oil?" "Well... no... You can't use oil or lotion because it will stain the undergarments when we move to the fitting," Katherine mentored her, "The only thing you can do right now is... " Just at that moment, a chime sounded in the hallway. Becky was doing her best to rub me but was having a tough time fighting the friction. "Becky, I'm going to have to see to this," Katherine said as she walked towards the door, "I'll be right back. " Becky looked up at me and, suddenly feeling alone in this awkward situation, blushed noticeably. Her hand kept skuddering on the dry surface of my cock. "Aw, nuts," she exclaimed. Then, an idea came to her. She held out my cock and spit at it. She missed. She tried again, but not very much spittle came out. She did some mock chewing to build up her spit and then extended her tongue to funnel the fluid onto my cock. This technique proved more successful but inefficient. She made a few more attempts, incidentally contacting my cock with the tip of her tongue. Then, resolving to finish the job, she abandoned her modesty and ran her tongue along the upper-side of my penis and out toward the tip, first tentatively and then deliberately. At the tip, she dabbed around with her tongue to keep the spit from dripping off and then pursed her lip around the knob to do a better job. I moaned in appreciation. The lubrication eased her hand movement. She adopted a rhythm of depositing spit on my tip and stroking it down to my base. Drool and stroke. Drool and stroke. On one occasion, I shifted forward, causing my tip to move past her lips. She flinched back a bit, causing her lips to "smick" as my cock escaped their grip, but she didn't interrupt her rhythm. Smick and stroke. I maintained my forward pressure, and she couldn't escape taking me more and more of me in her mouth. Smick and stroke. Smack and stroke. Soon, she was taking in half my cock and had abandoned the hand-job altogether. In and out, I slid. In and out. In and out. Then when I heard her slurping, I almost went over the top. "You better stop," I cried. She didn't hear me at first, and I had to push forcefully against her forehead. My balls began to roil. She took the hint and pulled back. "Stop?" she asked with a little panic in her eyes, "Are you going to cum?" I didn't have the composure to answer her, but with my eyes rolling back in my head, she had a pretty good hint. She fumbled quickly with the measuring tape. Then, just as she had practised, she grabbed the base of my cock and the end of the tape with one hand, and pulled them both outward using a firm stroke with the other hand... That was all it took... "Uhh... unghhh... " I spurted with great pressure. I had no idea where I was aiming, but it caught Becky around the nose and eyes. She reared back reflexively but couldn't avoid the subsequent shots in the face. "Unghh... unghh... ahhh... " Thankfully, she never let go of the base of my cock, which allowed me something to thrust into. Becky fell back on her hands, blind and bewildered, my cum forming many separate rivulets and draining off her face onto her breasts and then the floor. My legs felt weak, and my breathing became very audible. *** The Recovery *** "Oh my goodness!" cried Katherine, as she re-entered the room and took in the scene. "Yumi!" she called out into the hallway, "Yumi! Clean-up in Fitting Room 2. " Katherine hurried over to me and helped me off of the podium. "Are you all right, Mr Davis?" she asked, as she held my arm and escorted me out to the hall, "I am so sorry. I was only gone for a moment. " "I'm fine," I reassured her, but my unsteady legs disagreed. "Well, let's get you cleaned up," she said, as we shuffled down the hallway. Yumiko darted into the room behind us, presumably to see to Becky. "What did you do?" I heard her call out mockingly to Becky when she entered. Katherine led me to a room beside the shower and lockers, and opened the door. The smell of chlorine, feel of damp air and sound of bubbling water permeated the dark interior. "Mr Davis, why don't you slip into the hot tub and relax?" Katherine said, helping me over the side of the tub. "It'll give you a chance to recover, and then we'll see if we can continue with your fitting. " She then left and closed the door behind her. "You come; I take you," I heard Yumiko's voice in the hallway. "Thanks, Yumi. I still have gunk in my eyes," replied Becky. The two voices passed by the door and entered the locker room. The water felt deliciously warm and soothing, as I slid my spent body into its welcoming embrace. Next door, the shower came on. "That's okay, Yumi. I can clean myself up. " "No, no. I wash; I wash. " I stretched out my arms along the tub's sides and closed my eyes. Ahh... relaxing! "Yumi! Don't! I can... ahh... that tickles... ahh... not there... ohhh... " "You like. I know you like. " Well, the girls sounded like they were having fun. I swam my hand lazily through the water and gave the tub a slow stir. "Ohhh!... Yumi! Watch where you're putting your hand!... What are you doing?!!... Ohhh!... Not there!... Ohhh!... Oh my gawd, that feels good!!!" My ears picked up. It sounded like Becky was being treated to the same kind of shower as Yumiko gave me. I floated around the side of the tub to get closer to the room's common wall with the shower. "Oh, Yumi, is that your finger?... " I could hear the slurpy "smuck, smuck, smuck" sound of a lathery hand making contact with wet skin. "Onnggg... oooh... oooh... onnggg... " This was like renting porn, and instinctively, my hand dove under the surface of the water and started stroking, as if I were lying on my basement couch watching the movie. "You need I finish you. " That was Yumiko, and I knew what she meant by that. Man, this was going to go all the way! "Oh my gawd!... Ahh!... My gawd, my gawd, my gawd!!!... Ohhh... Faster!... Ahh... " My hand followed Becky's distant command. I was really starting to get firm now, which surprised me, being my third time that day. "Oh, right there!... Oh! Oh!... There, there... Oh! Aaahhh!!!... " My hand was churning in the water now, creating a wake that was travelling across the tub and breaking at its sides. "Yuuummiiii... I'm cuuummmiiing... Ahhh aaaiiieeeee!!!" Yeah, Becky, and in a few seconds, so would I... Suddenly, the door opened and in bustled Katherine. "Okay, Mr Davis, let's see if you're ready," she announced as she closed the door and placed a towel by the side of the tub. My hand halted immediately, leaving behind an unsatisfied ache of anticipated relief. My pole remained erect but submerged like a sunken stump in a river. I no longer heard noise from next door and could only imagine what clean-up activity was now going on over there. The final waves that had been agitating in the tub from my pumping dampened down on the surface of the water. "What are you doing way over there?" Katherine asked rhetorically. "No, don't move. I'll come to you. " She had changed into a silky kimono... only a silky kimono... and was now undoing the belt. The light material slid smoothly off her bare shoulders, revealing a voluptuously shaped silhouette. Her large breasts had a natural hang on her chest but still sat fairly high up, and they jiggled a bit with each of her movements. She hung her kimono on the back of the door and then stepped over the side of the tub. Wading towards me, she dipped her hands in the water and then brought them up to douse her breasts and abdomen. "So let's see if you've recovered," she stated, as she got to my position and kneeled down between my legs. Her breasts appeared to float on the surface of the water. She reached out with her hands to my chest and let them sink slowly down... past my nipples... past my stomach... to my lap. One hand then ventured to my pole and was stopped by its rigid form. Her eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly to show her pleasure... or maybe her relief... or surprise. I know I was surprised. She wrapped her hand around it softly and gave it a few light strokes to convince herself of its status. "Well, I see we're back on track," she cooed, "and I thought I was going to have to really... um... motivate you to have a chance at a fitting today. " Oh, gawd, don't say that! I can go limp again if it means receiving motivational attention! "Let's not waste your... enthusiasm," she smiled, and then her face became serious. She leaned forward, her mouth at my ear. Our cheeks touched, her breasts pressed wetly into my chest, and her other hand curled around the back of my neck. She whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry about what has happened today. It has all been so very unprofessional. " Her faced curled toward me, and she gave me a light peck on the side of the neck. Electricity emanated from the spot and shot through my body. "Oh, I don't mind," I reassured her, "I don't mind a bit. ..." not at all, at all, at all, at all, at all. She had continued nibbling on my neck, and when she heard my response, she stopped and pulled back. Her eyes stared intently into mine, looking serious but also soft and caring. "Thank you," she breathed and then gave me a full-on kiss. Her lips were soft and yet overpowering. Her tongue zipped in and out between my lips, and then she sucked in my lower lip. I was in heavenly submission. Suddenly, she pulled back again and grabbed me by the hand. "Let's go," she ordered, standing us both up, "before we have another accident. " Ahhh!!!! No! No! No! It was just getting interesting... but like a wimp, I just rose and followed her out of the tub. She dried me off, poinging once playfully on my erection, and wrapped a towel around my waist, covering my rigid pole as best she could. She then swirled her kimono back on, cinched it and led me by the hand back to the fitting room. The protrusion under my towel preceded me like the prow of a terrycloth ship. *** The Fitting *** From the state of disarray that I had remembered, the room had obviously been "seen to. " The furniture had been squared, there was a faint smell of cleaning products in the air, and a selection of undergarments was now arrayed on the top of the table. Katherine walked me over to the chair, pulled off my towel and sat me down... well, me and my hard-on, because it now looked like the two of us were sitting upright in the seat. In fact, Katherine made it three, by dropping into my lap – being careful not to impale herself – and scooting up to throw an arm around my neck. Her kimono fell a bit open and partially revealed her curves and private areas. "I hope you don't mind, but I've decided to complete your fitting personally," she informed me, tracing a finger from my shoulder down to my chest. "Becky's been through a lot today, but I'll make sure she's available the next time you visit us... You don't mind, do you?" "Uh, no... " Tweaking and strumming playfully on my erect nipple, she continued, "I want to explain to you how the rest of the fitting is going to proceed. I've picked out some samples in your size range, and I want to get your feedback on style and comfort. Then," she reached down between us and wrapped her hand around my hard cock, "since you seem able to participate, I want to confirm fit and profile. And finally," she brought her hand back up to caress my cheek, leaned her face in close to my ear and whispered to me, "I want to check functionality. " Well, I didn't understand that last part, but it sure sounded good. She stood up and got me to my feet, and then we walked over to the table. She picked through the samples. The Upscale Underwear Store "Now these," she declared, holding up something light and silky, "are what I really want to get you to try, but they're boxers and I know you're not a boxer guy... Maybe later... Okay, let's try these. " She held up something longer and more substantial. "These are light-weight, stretch-lycra, long briefs in the biker-short style. They feature a shaped seat, sized pouch and seamless no-fly front. " She bent down and held the shorts open for me to step into. Then she pulled them up my legs, tugging on them to stretch over my thighs. The shorts hugged me desperately like a panicked child. Standing up, she moved behind me and shimmed her hands into the back of the waistband. She slid her fingers down and grabbed each cheek at a time, kneading them into some more favourable position. Snapping the waistband back into place, she did a final grab and jiggle of my behind until she was finally satisfied with the overall look. Before she moved around to my front, she reached her hand up between my legs to the delicate area between my balls and butt. She pushed and tucked the material to get it into my various crevices and succeeded in tickling me without intention but not without effect. I shivered from her close, personal attention. Moving in front of me, she stood back and looked me over. "Hmmm," she murmured appreciatively, "I just love the way these shorts accentuate a man's package, don't you?" She cupped a hand over my elongated shaft and curved her fingertips under my balls. "I don't know," I replied, "I've never tried this type on before. " Her hand felt surprisingly intimate, so the material must have been thinner than I had originally thought. She helped me up onto the podium, which brought my area of interest up closer to her inspection. "Hmmm," she traced a finger down my shaft, "look at its outline. " She ran a thumb and finger along its outer sides and then returned to the tip to rub it playfully through the fabric. "You can even see the ridge around your head and the little crease in the end... Hmmm... Are you getting bigger?" She giggled when she glanced up and saw the look of concentration on my face. "Now you're not sitting right," she said with a frown. Grabbing hold of my hard-on through the material, she shifted it to one side. The friction of my cock head dragging across my stomach and pubic hair felt exhilarating. Not satisfied, she shifted it back... My goodness!... And back again... Ah!... Then back and forth rapidly like a little windshield wiper... Ahhh!!... Finally happy with its exact position, she backed her hand away carefully. My cock was warm and throbbing. "So what do you think of them?" she asked, proud of the enhanced bulge she had created and enamoured by the esthetic effect it had on the profile. "To be honest, they're awfully tight and confining," I had to admit. "Spoil sport!" she said, whipping the shorts off of me. My shaft, escaping from its confines, shuddered like a diving board. "Of course, they may be tight because Becky didn't have a chance to get all your measurements. " She looked at me wryly. "Whose fault would that be?" She grabbed another pair off the table. They were very small... very, very small. "The thong!... Because you have such a cute, little butt," she said gleefully. She caressed one of my ass cheeks and let her hand linger. My stiff cock hovered inches in front of her face. "I don't think so. They look too skimpy," I commented pre-emptively. "Chicken!... Okay. " She put them down and replaced them. "These are a sheer-weight, tapered pouch, bikini brief with a hip-riser seat. " She pulled them up my legs but had trouble entirely covering my dignity. "Oh dear!" Katherine exclaimed. The waistband only reached to the base of my cock head. She looked like she was tucking a bald midget into bed. "Well, the measurements are clearly wrong," she sniffed, touching a fingertip to the exposed tip. "This is why we fit you aroused. " She glanced up at me coyly through the top of her eyes. "Is he getting cold?" she quipped, leaned in to give it a little kiss, and ended up sucking it into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. I groaned. "Sorry... I couldn't resist," she apologized. "Anyway, you get an idea of the style. What do you think?" "Even if they were the right size, they would feel pretty small," I replied. "Never satisfied!" she complained mockingly and brusquely pulled the shorts off me. "All right then," she said, trading them for another pair, which she pulled up my legs. "These are a cotton-blend, full brief with a slouched Y-front and a full, flex seat. " They pretty much covered everything without being too restrictive. "Yeah. Yeah! These are more like it," I observed. Katherine's mood changed. She stood up, put her hands on her hips and stared at me severely in the eyes. I couldn't tell how serious she was being; she did have a wry crook in the corner of her mouth. Suddenly, her hand landed on my ass cheek in a loud spank. "Ow!!" "Well... These are the same basic style as the ones you wore here... better quality though, of course. " She spanked me again. "I knew you were going to like them!" "Ow!!" It felt kind of good though. "So these are what you are looking for?" she sounded like a disappointed little girl, and she had a pout to match. "Yes...?" I was a bit hesitant, unsure if I was inviting another slap. "All right then," she helped me off the podium, "Let's do some functionality testing. " She moved around behind me. "The aim of functional testing is to ensure that the mechanical properties of your selection do not hinder any... um... activities that you might undertake while wearing it. " She encircled my waist with her arms. "The first test I call the 'Pee-Pee' Test. " Holding my fly's outer flap open with one hand, she reached her other hand in the opening and felt around for my penis. When her fingers found my pole, she fished it out – with some difficulty given its state. She held it out in front of me with a thumb and two fingers as if she was helping me relieve myself. I hope she didn't want me to actually urinate! She released her hold, and my shaft stood out stiffly on its own, somewhat supported by the edges of the partially closed fly. Katherine pulled along its length to ensure it was fully extracted. I let out a gasp. "Is the fly too tight?" "N-n-n-no... " "Is that comfortable?" She gave my cock another tug. "Oooh... yes. " She tucked the little guy back into his fabric home. "Okay, let's move on to the Petting Test. " She sat me down in the chair and kneeled to its side, facing rearward and draping her arm in my lap. Her hand moved up to my crotch and began to fondle the bulge. "Can you feel that?" "Y-y-yes... ohhh!!" As she continued, her manipulations became more vigorous. "The sensitivity level is okay?" "F-f-fine... Very good, in fact. " She grinned. Her fingers wormed their way through the staggered cloth opening again. She hooked my pole and tried to drag it out, but this time, its rigidity and angle prevented its immediate extraction. Bringing her other hand in to assist, she wrestled the little monster out with a lurch. "I'm not sure if your wife does this with you on the couch in your living room or on a chair in the family room... " Katherine wrapped her hand around my hard-on and began to stroke it slowly up and down. "But it's also a good test if you have a... um... close personal secretary... " Up and down. Up and down. "Or if you sit beside someone very friendly on the plane going home. " Up and down. Up and down. "So how does that feel?" "Gr... gr... great!!" "The fly is not cutting off your circulation?" "N-n-no... " "Okay, let's switch to the next test. " She moved around and kneeled between my legs, resting her arms along my upper thighs. My stiff shaft looked up eagerly at her, seemingly stretching up to receive what it wanted. She bent forward and extended her tongue toward my tip. The anticipation was excruciating, and all my attention was focused on the sensation of the skin along my cock... She stopped and pulled back. Oh! No! No! No! Who is this woman – the queen of tease? "I can't let you do this; I'm not going to let you walk out of here with these. Stand up!" she ordered, and I complied immediately. She bent over and forcefully pulled the shorts down, forgetting to move my cock back inside. The tight grip of the fly pulled roughly along its length. The abrasiveness made me jump but also felt exquisite. "Back up on the stand!" she commanded and walked back over to the table. I jumped up on the podium, my pole waggling until coming to rest. She grabbed the silk boxers decisively off the table and returned to my position. She held them out, and I stepped into them. As she slid them up my legs, I could feel their cool, smooth slinkiness. Did she think I was looking for lingerie? At the end of the glide up my body, the silky shorts settled lightly into place. With the material lacking any structural support, my hard-on pushed conspicuously out in front of me. I felt very uncomfortable. Katherine reached around, pressed her hand on the smooth material covering my ass and swirled it luxuriously around my cheek. "Hmmm!!" she murmured, "Isn't that delicious?" "Well... " "Well, what?" "Well, actually, I feel a little fruity here. " "Fruity?" She kept swirling. "Hmmm... No, not fruity. How about naughty?" "How about gender challenged?" "Nooo. You just need to get used to the fact that they're... exotic... kinky. " "Perhaps, but I think I would just be more comfortable with the other ones. " "Really?" she said coquettishly, "Well, let me show you a few differences between these and your Standard Cotton Whites. " She moved her hands to the front of my thighs and slid them slowly upwards. They easily ducked under the open hems and invaded deep under the silky fabric... higher and higher... until they reached groin level and converged. "I wouldn't be able to do this with the other briefs. " Her hands met in the centre and encircled my cock, pumping it slowly in unison. "Ohhh!!" I reacted. Looking down, I could see the material push out and back. "Umm hmmm," she acknowledged, "You see; not so bad. Here, let me show you something else. " She withdrew her hands and undid the middle button on my fly. Then she moved her head forward until her lips contacted my shorts. Slowly moving her head from side to side, she pushed her lips forward, causing them to burrow easily through the fly opening. Finding the tip of my cock, her lips kissed their way down the upper-side of my cock to its base, causing my cock to push out into view. She kissed her way back to the tip, where she took me fully into her mouth and then out again. "I wouldn't be able to do that with the other briefs either, would I?" "Ahhh!!" "Hmmm?" "Nooo... " "Pardon?" "No. I guess not. " "No, I guess not," she repeated teasingly. "Here, step off the stand, and we'll do some final functionality testing with these. " She held out her arm to help me down and led me over to the table. "Now, Mr Davis, this test is called the Intercourse Test," she informed me, "but don't get any wrong ideas from the name. We're only checking for range of movement. " Katherine removed her kimono and bent over the table, pushing her rear end invitingly towards me. She spread her legs apart and reached a hand between them just under her crotch. "Here, Mr Davis," she offered with her hand, "We're just going to simulate this, so place yourself here in my hand. " She wiggled her fingers to indicate my target. Then she looked back over her shoulder and cautioned me, "And no funny stuff! Promise?" "Uh... yeah... of course. " I probably should have been disappointed with this limitation, but who was I to pass up the offer. My balls were aching, and if she let me finish in her hand, I would really appreciate the release. I snuggled up behind her butt and positioned my cock where I thought she had her hand. Finding nothing, I bobbed it around between her legs. It touched something soft and moist on an up-bounce but then settled into her waiting grasp. She firmed up her grip to let me know that docking was complete. "Hmmm," I moaned as I thrust into her hand. In and out, I moved... In and out... My hips took up a rhythm. Oh man, I really needed this to go all the way. "Okay, Mr Davis, that should be enough to tell. What do you think?" she asked, loosening her grip. All of a sudden, I lost my receptacle. I thrust vainly between her legs, searching for some resistance. She tried to stand back up, but I was now too engrossed. I grabbed her hips and began bucking more forcefully. I really wasn't concentrating on my aim. My cock stabbed at her thighs and at the air. Where did her hand go? Suddenly, something made itself available, and I inserted in one complete movement. "Ahhhh!!!" All at once, everything became warm and wet. "Mr Davis!!!" Katherine shrieked, "What are you doing? You mustn't... " I couldn't stop. I should have, but I couldn't... And my humping continued. "Mr Davis, you can't... you... ohhh... ohhh my gawd!!!" Bump, bump, bump. Despite her protests, I noticed that the hand between her legs was now rapidly swishing on her clitoris. Her hips began moving in rhythm against mine. "Mr Davis... oh my gawd... Don't cum inside me," Katherine begged, "Don't... oh, gawd!!... d-d-d... oh, my gawd!!!... I'm going to... Unghhhh!!!" Her vagina gripped my shaft, and her hips began to rock violently. I barely pulled out in time. My cock wedged along her ass cheeks, and the swaying of her hips finished me off. "Ohhh!!" I grunted. A long stream of cum arced over her back and landed in her hair, and subsequent spurts hit random spots along her back. "Uh! Uh! Uhhh!" My thighs shook violently, and all the blood seemed to drain from my head. I felt faint and staggered over to collapse in the chair. Katherine slumped forward onto the table, breathing loudly. *** The Closing *** From the doorway, I heard Yumiko cry out, "Becky!" I hadn't noticed her standing there. She was still in her one-piece swimsuit, and she made her way to where I was sitting. Becky rushed in behind Yumiko with a towel in her hand. She had not yet changed back into her street clothes and, instead, was wearing a tiny silk robe similar to Katherine's. She still sported her little pony-tail though, which bobbed about as she hustled over to wipe off Katherine's back. Yumiko stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and a wry smile on her face. "You naughty man," she counselled me and then held out a hand to help me up. "You come. I wash. " We returned to the shower. This time, however, I hoped that we would limit ourselves to just a relaxing shower because I was sure that I was too spent for anything more... active. Thankfully, Yumiko seemed pretty businesslike. Certainly, her cleaning routine this time lacked the same degree of intimacy as during our last time together. However, a few times, I noticed her touching herself when she thought I wasn't watching. In the final rinsing, Yumiko ventured a question. "Mr Davis?" "Yes, Yumiko. " She turned off the water and hung up the hand faucet. We stood dripping in the shower together. "You like Katherine? You have good time Katherine. " "Yes, Yumiko. I suppose so. I'm not sure what you're asking, but I did enjoy myself with Katherine. " "Yes. You have good time Katherine. I watch. " Yumiko's hand moved down to her groin area. "I watch... " "Pardon me?" I wasn't sure what she was getting at – she saw us at the end, or she watched the whole thing? She was clearly massaging herself through her swimsuit now. "I watch – you, Katherine. I watch. " Her eyes turned soft and pleading. "Mr Davis... I need you finish me. " She let out a little whine as she rubbed. "Pardon???" This was turning strange. "Ohhh!" Her hand was moving faster now. She placed her other hand on my shoulder for support. "Hmmm!... I need you finish me... Please!" Her eyes narrowed as her concentration transferred to what her hand was doing. I didn't now what to do. I brought my hands to her sides to support her in case she swooned. My touch seemed to re-engage her attention. She opened her eyes wide and stared into mine. With sudden urgency, she pulled the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders and uncovered her small breasts. She reached a hand up, roughly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers for a forceful kiss. Our lips entwined and wrestled. She sucked and licked with her renewed energy. She seemed insatiable. Her free hand took hold of one of mine and pulled it onto her pussy, and finally getting the hint, I took over massaging her. My fingers descended to the taper of her suit and rubbed through the material. Almost immediately, she began to whimper – a whimpering that sounded through her kisses into my mouth. "Eeemmm... eeemmm... eeemmm... " The faster I rubbed, the louder she got. "Eeemmm... eeemmm... eeemmm... " Finally, she placed both her hands on my neck for support and pulled her face around to the side of my head, resting her cheek on mine and trying to catch her breath. I didn't know what she wanted, so I paused. "No!!! No stop! No stop!" she scolded me, but took the opportunity of the break in the action to hurriedly remove the rest of her suit. Her naked form looked so youthful, delicate and untouched – well not completely untouched. Grabbing my right hand with both of hers, she moulded all but my index finger into a fist and steered my extended finger to her wet pussy, where she inserted it slowly to its full length and then extracted it. "Ahhh!!" she exhaled appreciatively. She then remoulded my hand to extend my middle finger. Insert... "Ahhh!..." Ring finger in; ring finger out. "Ahhh!..." Pinky in; pinky out. "Ahhh!..." Thumb in; thumb out. "Ahhh!" Finally, she returned to the middle finger and slipped it in and out a few times. I took up the rhythm. "Ohhh!" She caressed me frenetically. Lips kissing, mouths sucking, tongues probing. It was so intense I had trouble taking in breaths. I was inspired by her energy, and I stepped up my stimulation. Withdrawing my finger, I found her clitoris and rapidly vibrated a fingertip on it. "Anghhh!!!" she cried loudly. I guess I was on to something. I increased the frequency of my swiping. "Anghhh... anghhh... anghhh... " Soon my hand was in full tremour, lightly touching but maniacally swishing. "Ohhh!!! Ikuuuu!!!" she yelled out, "UNGHHH!!!" Her back arched, and a shudder went through her abdomen. She fell into my arms. I cradled her for a bit and then let her slump onto a stool in the corner. She was breathing heavily. I exitted the shower to get us some towels. When I rounded the corner of the lockers, I ran into Becky. "Ah, Mr Davis, I was looking for you. Katherine asked me to finish up with you. " She took me by the hand over to my locker space and went to retrieve a towel. "Umm, Becky, I've left Yumiko in the shower," I informed her with some concern. "That's okay," she acknowledged off-handedly, "She practically lives in there. " On her return, I put out my hand to accept the towel, but she shook her head. She stepped behind me and started drying my back. "I've got it," she said. "Um... Mr Davis?" "Yes Becky. " "Katherine is actually going to be the one to close out with you today. She has your purchase out at the counter," she informed me, wiping down one of my arms. Purchase? I didn't know I had agreed to buy anything. However, given everything that had just happened, I determined that I had better buy something. "I just wanted to apologize for how things had gotten out of hand earlier," she continued, having moved to the other arm.