It was only a couple of days to spring break and I needed some new beach wear.
I decided to get my stuff here in town so I wouldn't waste any valuable beach time once there.
Unfortunately In the small college town there was only one store that sold that type of clothing, made sense since we were nowhere near any rivers, lakes much less the ocean.
This store supplied the college with all types of student related clothing items like sweatshirts hoodies etc. They even supplied our swim team with their needs for competition.
I am a 19 year guy, in pretty good shape. Six feet tall, blond hair and blue eyes. My body is tight and I have that V shaped torso that it seems everyone likes. I've also been told I have a nice bubble butt.
I'm in my second semester of college and was so excited about my first spring break in sunny warm Florida. So off to the store I went anxious to get things started for my trip.
I arrived at the store just after lunch to begin my shopping. Once I was in the store I was greeted by a sales lady probably in her mid 50's very average but seemingly nice enough.
"Hi I'm Peg,"
"How can I be of assistance today young man?" was her question.
I smiled and told her my plans to go on spring break and that all my beach/swimwear were back at my parents' home and that I would not be going home until the semester was over in early summer.
"So what are you looking for today?" I responded with, "Probable couple of pairs of shorts and a few pair of swim trunks."
I knew from experience I would need several pair of trunks because in past trips to warm climates you might go swimming several times a day and needed a dry pair to put on.
"Ok she responded," but then took a step back and shook her head. "Oh dear we haven't received our spring shipment of summer shorts just yet."
I thought about it for a few seconds and said, "That would be ok I could just cut off a couple of pairs of jeans and that would take care of the shorts problem but that I really needed something to wear in the pool and ocean."
Her reply put me at ease on that front.
"We supply the college with all their swimwar needs and have for over 20 years."
"Great", I said and I relaxed a bit thinking things were looking up.
She said, "Let's go back to the swim wear department and find you exactly what you need."
Once in the mens swim area she asked what size I needed and I told her my waist was 30/31 depending on the cut of the garment.
"Ok" she said and started fumbling through the racks of swimwear. I noticed that all the trunks looked like the speedo style so I spoke up and said "Are these all speedos?"
Her response was "Yes that's right we only carry that style since that's the only style the college uses for the swim team." I was shocked, I've never worn speedos before and didn't think I'd feel comfortable wearing them.
She saw the look on my face and then said, "Look these are all the swim team wears ever and have for years and years, you will love them once you try them, I'm sure."
I on the other hand was not so sure about that but I needed something to wear and time was running out plus I could charge my parents charge here but nowhere else. What the hell I'll give them a try and hope for the best.
With several pair in her arms we headed for the fitting rooms.
When we arrived the place looked like a bomb had exploded! She said, "I forgot to mention our fitting rooms are being remodeled, well except one that is."
"But that shouldn't be a problem". She leads me to the one and only fitting room.
WOW what the hell, this fitting room was tiny had no mirrors inside and the door looked to be made of old ravaged driftwood. Peg explained that while construction was going on they had basically pieced together the one changing room available and that they were forced to remove the mirrors inside because of the danger of them shattering while construction was in progress.
"There is a wonderful 3 sided mirror here in the middle of the room out of the way of the workers."
"We'll ok," I said, "as long as I have a place to change."
"Great", she replied, "let's get you suited up".
With that I entered the fitting room with barely enough room to turn around in and she handed me a pair of blue speedos to start with.
I turned to lock the door and discovered there was no lock to lock! I spoke up and said, "There's no lock on the door."
Her response was a casual, "Oh that's right the workers couldn't get it to fit but they said it wouldn't be that way for very long and not to worry about it."
I'm sure they weren't worried, they weren't in the thing. The door kinda closed well enough that I thought I could function.
I started taking my street clothes off, shoes first, no socks I rarely wear them, then my shirt and of course there was no place to hang it so I sat it on my shoes. Then my jeans, same process fold and lay on my shoes and lastly my boxer briefs with the same process.
Pats voice rang out as if she was standing right next to me, "How's everything going in there?" Startled, I answered, "I'm just getting undressed and havent got them on yet."
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