As a bisexual, married man, I worked very hard to remain discreet, which required a lot of work because of my career and social circles. I had been very successful for a long time until a chance encounter at a local fetish store.
On a Thursday afternoon this past winter, I was on my way to meet my suck buddy. I had been meeting Tim, an oral bottom, off and on for over a decade for blow jobs. He was a few years older than me, but he was an amazing cock sucker. Since his partner had retired, our current routine was to meet while Tim's partner was at their winter home in Florida. This particular afternoon, I stopped at a local fetish store to pick up a bottle of poppers for Tim and me. I parked nearby and made my way into the store. As I walked to the back of the store where the poppers and more overt sexual toys were kept, I noticed another person in the store. I didn't think much about it since she had her back to me and was looking at the fetish gear in the front of the store.
I figured I could make my purchase and be gone before she realized she wasn't alone in the store anymore. At the back of the store, I approached the counter. The poppers are kept in a small fridge behind the counter to keep them fresh, and I gave the clerk my request. The clerk and I then went to the counter near the front of the store so I could finish my purchase. That's when I was discovered. As I picked up the poppers off the counter and turned to leave, I found myself face-to-face with the young woman who was looking at the fetish gear when I came in. To my surprise, it was Natalie, a former student I had taught at the local community college a few years before.
"Mr. Kramer, what are you doing here?" Natalie asked as her eyes glanced at the bottle of poppers in my hand.
I stammered as I tried to produce a reasonable answer. "They're for a friend." was the best I could come up with.
"Really? You have a friend that uses poppers? That's cool." Natalie responded. "It's nice of you to pick them up for them."
I quickly asked what she was doing at the store. Natalie told me she was going to a local fetish art show over the weekend and wanted to buy a new corset to wear.
"Can you come and help me?" she asked.
Again, I stammered, "Sure." I was surprised at her casualness at our encounter.
She led me to the rack of corsets tucked away in the corner of the store near the dressing rooms. I thought about how I had always thought Natalie was a cute girl. Her short, curly hair always had a touch of color; today, it was light green. Her combination of goth make-up and cat-rimmed glasses made her look like the sexy nerd that guys fantasize about. As I followed her, I couldn't help but notice the way her ass moved as she walked. I noticed how Natalie's body had matured since I had taught her. Her hips had taken on sensual curves, and her butt was fuller than I had remembered. The jeans Natalie wore were black and stretched tightly to her ass and legs. Their tight cuffs stopped at the top of her babydoll shoes, which had 4-inch heels. Her jacket was a short wool jacket with a sherpa collar; it stopped short of her waist and couldn't close around her breasts. It was more fashion than function. But that was the Natalie I remembered from class.
When we got to the rack, she turned to me, saying, "I want your opinion on which of these corsets will look better."
She started lining up several corsets for me to judge. She also slipped from her jacket and stood in her tight tank top. Natalie's shirt did not conceal the strap of her purple bra, and I could see the satiny cups pressed against the thin fabric of her tank top. I took notice of how full her tits were. I held one of the corsets up and looked at it. I noticed the cup size, 38C, and felt myself smirk.
"What?" Natalie asked.
The question snapped me out of my thoughts, "Nothing." I said.
Natalie took the four garments into the changing room with her. "Don't go anywhere.", she said as she slid the curtain closed behind her.
As I stood waiting for her, I could feel my cock beginning to awake in my jeans. I unconsciously began shaking the little brown bottle I was holding.
"Are you nervous?" Natalie asked. "You're going to shake that ball out of the bottle and ruin the poppers for your friend."
I stopped shaking the bottle as Natalie slid the curtain to the side and stepped out. The corset was black patent leather with purple trim. It emphasized her breasts but was less flattering of her body. I gave it a quick thumbs down.
Natalie stepped back into the changing room.
"So, why does your friend use poppers? Is he a bottom?" she asked.
"Uh...Yeah, he likes to use them when he's giving BJs." I said.
"That's pretty fucking sexy," Natalie said as she slid the curtain aside.
This corset was a much better fit. The body was black leather, the cups blue leather that matched Natalie's eyes, and black and blue lace trim.
"That's the one. But let me try something else. Go back inside." I told her.
She stepped inside and slid the curtain closed. I turned to the rack and searched for the corset in the next size down.
As I searched, I asked, "So, have you ever seen two guys together?" My cock continued to rise in my pants.
Natalie responded, "Not in person. I've watched gay porn. But never saw a guy suck another guy in person."
"Here," I said as I slid the corset to her behind the curtain.
"This is the wrong size." She said.
I told her to try it and see what she thinks. As she changed, I asked her, "Would you like to see it? Two guys?"
She stepped out of the changing room. The corset's cup was a size too small, but her tits looked amazing. They were pushed up, creating an exaggerated cleavage, not too much but enough to make it sexy. The body of the garment fit her curves much better, hugging her torso close and putting the right emphasis on her hips.
"Now that's sexy," I said. I asked, "What do you plan to wear it with?"
Natalie turned in the mirror several times, checking herself out, "I'm either going to wear a black leather pencil skirt or my black leather short shorts. I haven't decided yet."
"Yes. I would love to see it in person." As she returned to the changing room, Natalie said, "Can you arrange that?"
I told her I could. Now my cock was firmly pressed against the crotch of my jeans. My head was swimming with the idea of this sexy young woman watching two men suck one another. No, Natalie, watching Tim suck my cock! I pulled my phone out and texted Tim.
"I have a young woman that wants to watch you suck. Are you cool with that?" I sent him.
As Natalie stepped from the room, my phone chirped with his response, "YES!" Then, "When?"
I followed Natalie to the counter as she paid for her new corset. As we walked toward the counter, it seemed as if there was a little extra wiggle in her hips. She shot a sexy, knowing smile at me over her shoulder.
"Are you free this afternoon?" I asked her.
