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It was my most hated day of the year, as it is for most guys; clothes buying day. I tend to put it off as long as possible, waiting until my clothes are either completely threadbare or just too worn out to serve their purpose. I had a couple hundred dollars saved up just for buying clothing and I was ready to spend. So, with a deep breath, I headed into the clothing section of the nearest retailer.
I don't like shopping at the trendy places. I'm too tough on clothes for them to start ripping and wearing through after only a few months. I do my own car work, I'm active outside, and I like to play with my dog, so the more rugged the clothes, the better. The only good thing about all of that is that my clothes are usually on sale on the weekend I decide to go, and best of all, no one my age or younger is in the store.
I wandered through the throngs of women shopping in the front of the store to the nearly barren sections of men's clothing in the back. I didn't even see any help back there, but that didn't bother me; there were check outs close to the front of the store and they were close to my car. I was busily looking for a few new shirts when I heard the sound of a throat softly clearing behind me. I turned and saw a blonde in a black outfit; tight black pants and a black top with a zipper which was about half down. Under the black top she was wearing a white top that was very business-like looking but still managed to show a decent amount of cleavage between her well formed tits.. Her skin had a little tan to it, obviously fake-baked for around here in Spring. Her green eyes were bored, but there was a mischievous twinkle in them. Her hair was drawn back into a bun and there were a few wooden ornamental pins through it, holding it in place. I gave her a long look up and down and then smiled at her.
"Hi," she said, some of the weariness leaving her eyes. The twinkle was taking over every passing millisecond. "My name's Ashley," she added pointing to the name take on her left breast. I don't know how I missed that before; a field of stylish red and black with white letters around the curving swell of her chest. Her finger left and a stiffening nipple was left in its place. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" she asked, her friendly voice pouring like liquid silk over her demure smile.
"Well, I'll need some pants to go with these shirts," I said, not lying; pants were the next and last thing on my list to pick up, though it seemed that I just found something else.
"What kind are you looking for?" she asked helpfully and swept her hand in the direction of the khakis.
"Well, I’m looking for something I can wear to the office and still be comfortable in. I usually like a baggy style, gives me more room, you know?" I said casually. Her lips turned into a sexy smile and she looked down at my crotch for a brief second.
"I see," she said, her speech drawing out into a pregnant consideration. "I think those over there will work for you," and pointed to the far wall. I nodded and walked off and I swear I heard her hum a happy contentment. I put a little extra flex in my ass just for her.
I spent some time looking quickly through the racks and found a couple that should have fit, but they were a new brand so I wanted to try them on. Until I die, I will not understand how a 32 inch waist from one company will fit and a 32 from another is 4 inches too small. That's what I think causes me the most headache when going shopping for new clothes; trying to figure out what's gonna fit from which company. By the time I finally found a pair that looked like it should work, I had completely forgotten about Ashley.
