*Author's note* All characters are 18. This is my first story ever, so calm down. If you are expecting a super realistic story that hinges on people acting exactly how they would in real life, you should not waste your time. This is supposed to be fun. If it's not for you great, if you like it, awesome.
John seemed to have an effect on women that he didn't understand. John wasn't a bad looking guy, but nothing out of the ordinary. He was blessed in the endowment department, but it didn't explain how women treated him. It's like they knew he was too shy to object to refute their advances, and the result was like chumming the water. John had heard of the fight or flight response, but he had neither. He had the freeze and hope everything goes well response.
John was dreading having to go swimsuit shopping. It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have extra special needs in that department. He would probably have to find a saleswoman to help him because off the rack swimsuit tended to not fit him, which lead to embarrassing situations. He had put it off for a long time, but today John was finally going shopping.
The moment he walked into the store, John's eyes were immediately drawn to a vision of beauty, a saleswoman with a body that was the envy of every woman in the room. She had a crop top that barely contained her ample breasts, which seemed to be fighting for their freedom with every breath she took. Her stomach was flat and toned, with the faintest trace of a belly button piercing peeking out, hinting at a wild streak beneath the professional veneer. Her leggings clung to her like a second skin, showing off the curve of her ass.
John felt his heart racing and his cheeks burning. He hadn't expected to see such a gorgeous woman here. The way she moved, sashaying through the racks of clothes, was mesmerizing. Her ass jiggled ever so slightly with every step she took, the muscles playing under the tight material. It was a spectacle that drew his gaze like a magnet, and he couldn't help but feel his cock swelling in his pants. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down and approached her, his stomach twisting into knots.
"Excuse me," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm looking for a swimsuit, and I'm not sure what size I need. Could you maybe help me out?"
The saleswoman's smile widened as she looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his shorts. "Of course," she said, her voice like honey. "What exactly are you looking for?"
John felt his face redden even more. "Well, I usually, you know have trouble finding swimsuits that fit right... I'm just looking for something simple."
The saleswoman's eyes twinkled as she held out her hand. "I'm Rachel," she said. "And I'm sure we can find something that works for you."
John took a deep breath and followed Rachel to the men's swimwear section. She was a whirlwind of activity, pulling out various swimsuits and holding them up to his body, all while maintaining a stream of small talk that made him feel both at ease and on edge. Every few minutes, Rachel would "accidentally" brush against him, her fingers grazing his abs or her elbow bumping into his crotch. Each time it happened, she would giggle and apologize, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.
John's cock grew harder with each brush of her hand. He knew it was obvious, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced, but Rachel acted as if she hadn't noticed. "Oh, I'm so clumsy," she exclaimed after her hand had grazed his shaft. She was holding a pair of trunks that looked like they would be about as useful as a chastity belt on him. "Let me grab you something else."
John felt his face burn as Rachel bent over to grab another swimsuit from the bottom shelf. The fabric of her crop top stretched, revealing a hint of her lacy black bra. He couldn't help but stare at her cleavage as it spilled out. When she straightened up, her breasts bounced, and John's cock twitched. He was painfully aware of his arousal, and even more aware of the fact that they were in a crowded store.
"Here," Rachel said, holding out a pair of board shorts that looked slightly more promising. "These have an adjustable waistband. Maybe these will work better?"
John took the shorts, trying not to let his hands shake. "Thanks," he murmured.
"Don't mention it," Rachel said, her voice a little too cheery. She turned her back, pretending to busy herself with the clothes rack, giving John a moment to slip into the changing room.
Once inside, John took off his shorts, leaving his boxers on as he stepped into the board shorts. They felt snug around his thighs, and he had to tug at the fabric to get them to cover his swollen cock.
"How's it going in there?" Rachel called out through the door.
"Fine, I guess. They seem OK..." John hesitantly replied
"Well I can't help if I can't see, come on out!" Rachel said with a little annoyance in her voice.
John took a deep breath and stepped out, his heart hammering in his chest. Rachel was waiting for him, her eyes on the floor. "It's fine, you can do this," John assured himself.
"Let's see," Rachel said, her voice a little too casual as she turned to face him. She took a step closer, her chest brushing against his arm, noticing the edge of his boxers hanging out of the leg of his suit. "You really need to take off your underwear to get a good fit," she told him, her eyes flicking up to meet his for a moment before looking away, as if the sight of his bulge didn't affect her at all.
"Are you sure? I think it's fine..." John said warily.
"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes darting up to meet his again. "It's just that these shorts really need to be snug to get the right fit. With all this extra fabric in the way, they might be too loose and come off when you're swimming."
John's mind raced. He thought he might have heard that before. John reluctantly went back into the changing room and slipped off his trunks and boxers, quickly putting the suit back on without any underwear. John once again stepped out of the changing room to get Rachel's opinion.
"There," she said, her voice a little shakier than before. "Much better."
John felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal knowing because Rachel knew he wasn't wearing any underwear, which is crazy because that's how you wear swimsuits. He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded and silently thanked her.
"No problem," Rachel said, her eyes sparkling with something that might have been amusement. "Let's go out and check the mirror, shall we?"
John followed her out of the changing area, his shorts tenting obscenely in front of him. Rachel led him to a three-way mirror, and John couldn't help but feel like everyone in the store was staring at him. He knew that wasn't the case, but his embarrassment was palpable. Rachel stepped behind him, her hands on his hips.
"Turn around," she instructed. "Let's see how they look from all angles."
John turned, feeling Rachel's fingers tighten slightly. He caught his reflection in the mirror and felt a jolt of shock. The shorts looked like they were about to burst open, the fabric stretched taut over his swollen cock. Rachel leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck.
"Hmm," she murmured. "They look pretty good, but we should check the fit in the back."
Her hands slid around to his ass, her fingertips grazing the top of his butt as she adjusted the waistband. John's cock twitched, and Rachel giggled again.
"What's the matter?" she asked, her voice a symphony of sweet innocence.
John's eyes widened as he saw the tip of his cock peeking out from the shorts. He hadn't even felt it happening, Rachel's ministrations had been so distracting. He tried to push it back in, his face burning, but Rachel's hands were faster.
"Oh dear," Rachel said, her eyes wide with feigned shock. "It looks like we'll need a bigger size after all." She gently tucked John's erection back into his suit, brushing the head slightly as she did.
John's cock had never been more apparent than it was at that moment. Rachel's touch had sent waves of pleasure through his body, making his erection impossible to ignore. She stepped around him, her eyes never leaving the floor as she made her way back to the racks. John's heart was racing as he tried to process what was happening. He knew that Rachel had to have seen his arousal, but she was acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Rachel returned with another pair of board shorts. "These are a bit larger," she said, holding them out to him. "Why don't you try these?"
John took them from her and retreated back into the changing room, his mind racing. Each time Rachel had touched him, she had made it seem like it was necessary for the fitting process, and he had been too overwhelmed to argue. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the shorts, his cock standing at full attention. Rachel's touch had been electric, and he couldn't get the feeling of her hands on him out of his head. He slipped into the new pair and stepped out of the changing room.
Rachel took one look at him and her eyes lit up with mischief. "Much better," she said, stepping closer to him again. "But we should still make sure everything is in place and will stay that way."
Her hands found their way to his hips, and she began to make minor adjustments, her fingers grazing his skin lightly. Rachel's hair brushed against his leg as she worked, and he could feel the heat of her breath on his thigh. She straightened up and met his gaze in the mirror, her eyes twinkling.
"Looks good," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But we should make sure it's not too tight anywhere."
Her hands moved to the front of the shorts, gently pressing against his cock. John gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward. Rachel's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she pretended to inspect the fabric.
