This is a continuation of the first story, so it will make a little more sense if you read "John's New Swimsuit". That being said, do what you want, I'm not your boss.
It was a pretty uneventful week for John since his incident buying his swimsuit. John just couldn't get Rachel out of his head, or the two girls who caught him on his way back to the changing room. It was the most embarrassing moment of John's life, but it might have also been the most exciting. He couldn't help but get hard thinking about it. John wasn't sure what this said about him. That was a question he was struggling with now. The more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that he must have been exaggerating some of it in his mind. Rachel was just being really thorough, she wasn't trying to anything. She was very attractive and John had convinced himself that it was just wishful thinking that she wanted to see him naked. He was just another customer.
The day had arrived where John was supposed to pick up his altered swimsuit. He was nervous about it the night before, so he had not slept particularly well. He woke up with a raging erection, but he didn't want to take care of it because he always seemed more obsessed with sex after masturbating and he didn't want to make this trip sexual. It was just an errand he had to run. Rachel was just doing her job. As if summoning her, Rachel called as he thought to himself.
"Hello?" John answered a little hesitantly.
"Hi, John! It's Rachel. Your suit is ready and I want to make sure you come in today to pick it up." Rachel said excitedly.
"Um, yeah, I was planning on coming in today." John replied. 'Wow she sure must love her job.'
"OK, make sure that you do. I think you're going to like the modifications," Rachel quickly replied.
The whole ride in John kept telling himself, 'You can do this. Don't get too excited. She is just an employee doing her job. A hot employee. A really hot employee. No! Stop! Just pick up your suit and leave. Easy peasy.'
John finally arrived at the store and made his way back to the changing room counter where Rachel worked. When he saw Rachel he couldn't believe it, he must have ridiculous with his mouth hanging open. Rachel was wearing a tiny white crop top, that didn't cover her belly button. From the hint of color John could see around her nipples, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. And her shorts! They were tiny daisy duke denim shorts that looked like they barely covered her ass, and he could see that straps of a thong visible above the waistline. 'They have a really laid back dress code here,' John thought to himself as he approached.
"John, glad you could make it!" Rachel greeted him with a smile. "This should fit you much better so there are no accidents like last time!" She has a professional smile on her face, but John thought he saw something in her eyes that made him wary.
"Yeah, thanks. I'll let you know if I need it to be adjusted any more after I wear it," John hastily said while reaching for the suit.
Rachel quickly moved the suit just out of his reach, "Nonsense! I can't have you leaving until we know it fits. Besides, I think it came out really well and I want to see how pleased you are with it. Just do me a favor and try it on really quick." John wasn't sure but he thought she squeezed her arms together as she was saying this, accentuating her breasts.
Not wanting to disappoint her John conceded, "Yeah, I have some time. I guess I can try it on quickly."
Rachel led the way to the changing room to unlock it, and John couldn't take his eyes off her ass. The way her shorts rode up with every step was mesmerizing. He was also a sucker for a visible thong, and he was getting pretty turned on.
'C'mon John, don't start this!' he said willing himself not to get hard.
They finally arrived at the changing room and John stepped inside and closed the door. After stripping naked, John picked up the suit and was a little surprised. He hadn't noticed before, probably because he was ogling Rachel, but it seemed smaller than before.
'I thought she was going to be adding fabric,' John thought to himself.
He tugged the suit up and was actually surprised to find that there was a little room in the crotch, despite him being semi-hard. But the back felt off. The swimsuit was a thong, but as John turned around to look into the mirrors, he was horrified. If the old suit was a thong, this was more like a g-string.
'Did they cut the back shorter to add material in the front? That's not how things work, right?' John wasn't familiar with sewing, but if that's what they did it seemed crazy to him. Although it would save them money on extra fabric...
John's confusion was interrupted by Rachel's voice calling into him, "Well? How does it fit? Do you love it?"
"It's fine, I guess," John replied not wanting to hurt her feelings.
"You don't sound too sure, John," Rachel immediately replied. "Come on out so I can see it, I want to make sure everything is perfect."
This was the moment of truth. 'I am really going to go out there?' He questioned himself. 'Well, I guess it couldn't be any worse than last time, besides, that was all in your head. She's not into you. Grow up. You can do it, John'
As he stepped out of the dressing room, he could feel a drop of sweat forming on his back. Despite how uncomfortable he was, he was still half hard and struggling to stay only half hard. Rachel's eyes were glued to the slight bulge in his suit.
"As long as you're here, let's use the good mirrors and lights again, we want to make sure everything is perfect," Rachel said.
"I don't think..." John started to argue, but Rachel was already moving out into the store. John just followed her, trying not to stare at her ass too much but failing. He could already feel himself getting harder.
'I do plan on wearing this out in public, if I can't even make it to the mirrors, this suit isn't going to work,' John told himself. Maybe this was actually a good idea.
They finally got to the mirrors and John was already feeling embarrassed and very aroused. he felt like a slight breeze might give him a full blown erection. "OK," Rachel started, "let's make sure everything fits correctly." Rachel started to check the fit of the suit. She pulled at the waist to make sure it wasn't too tight. Her hand then started to move along the suit down towards his thigh.
"Does this feel OK?" Rachel asked.
John just nodded his head, using all his concentration to not get an erection.
Rachel's hands made it to his inner thighs, just brushing his balls. "How about here? Is it too tight?" Rachel asked gleefully.
"No, it's fine," John answered quickly. His cock throbbed as it grew from Rachel's touch. John was sure Rachel could see what happened as he was almost fully hard now.
"And what about here? This is where we had problems last time," Rachel asked as she gently touched John's shaft. Her hand lightly and lazily moved along his shaft as she waited for his answer. She did this all like it was a normal part of her job.
John struggled to control his voice as he responded, "A little tight."
"And is it going to...pop out?" Rachel's face was full of a faux innocence as she made eye contact with John. "I have to ask after what happened last time." Rachel's hand was still moving up and down his shaft as they talked.
"Actually, it don't think it is!" John said full of surprise. He was fully hard, and he was contained.
"Well, we need to make sure," Rachel said, her voice full of fake concern. "I don't want you leaving with a suit that is not going to fit your needs. As long as you're here, let's check."
"How..." John started to ask but he stopped mid sentence as Rachel reached down with one hand and cupped his balls. With her other hand she was stroking his shaft through the suit. She was basically giving him a handjob right in the middle of the store.
"This might seem a bit...unorthodox," Rachel started to explain, "but we need to make sure that the suit is going to fit, even if you get fully...excited." Rachel continued to move her hand up and down his shaft.
If John wasn't sure if he was hard before, he definitely was now. He was as hard as he had ever remembered being. The thrill of being touched like this in public by one of the hottest girls he had ever seen was incredible. He looked around the store and noticed a few people giving them a glance, but Rachel was so close to him it was hard to see exactly what was happening.
Rachel continued to work John's cock, she was using one hand to grip his shaft and stroke up and down while her other hand made small circles over his sensitive head. John could see her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt and John was frozen. He couldn't speak. He felt like he was in some kind of a trance, unable to do anything but gently pump his hips back and forth to meet Rachel's hands. Rachel's eyes never left his as she stroked him slowly.
Suddenly, Rachel stopped and let go of John. "OK, how is that?"
John took a second to gather his senses, "What do you mean?"
"Well," Rachel said in a whisper, "are you fully...hard?" She said the last word like she was embarrassed to say it, as if she wasn't just stroking him a few seconds earlier.
"I...guess. Yeah," was all that John could say. He was still in shock.
"I don't know..." Rachel replied, unconvinced. "It's hard to tell like this."
"Huh?" was all that John could say before Rachel reached over and quickly pulled down the front of the g-string, completely exposing his raging erection and balls to the cool air of the store.
"Sorry, John," Rachel started to explain with a huge smile on her face, "but every time I've seen or touched an erect cock, it has been skin on skin, out in the open. I just couldn't tell with the material in the way." Rachel once again reach out and grasped John's cock with both hands. She used both hands on his shaft this time, slowly moving both hands up and down his shaft.
John's mind raced, trying to process what was happening. 'Is she really jacking me off? In the middle of the store? But her reasoning made sense. Why would she know what an erect cock feels like through clothes? She was just being thorough. Yeah, going above and beyond. Definitely.'
John's thoughts were interrupted as Rachel started to twist one of her hands around his sensitive cockhead. She now started doing this every time her hands got to the top of his cock.
