It promised to be his boring weekly trip to the local mall where he usually picked up groceries, had a cup of coffee and did a little window-shopping, so nothing special. Tom, who worked as a system admin freelancer was in his thirties and had lived alone for quite a while now since his last girlfriend had left him.
She -- her name was Stephanie -- had been a fairly normal girl-next-door type and their three-year-relationship had been nice but not exciting. He had tried to spice things up in the bedroom department in the dawn of their time together by buying her new lingerie and even experimenting with a few toys, but she hadn't really shown much interest. Eventually, she had left for a new job in another state and they had parted ways in a friendly fashion.
After their breakup, he had started cycling as an effort to drown his beginning depression and had invested in a race bike, some sportswear, helmet, shoes and so on. The effects of the biking started to show as his legs and his abs had become more muscular and he had started to lose weight. This made him even more frustrated, as his sex drive had increased along with the training and so he now missed sex with a partner even more. Also, the professional biking rule not to wear underwear under the skin-tight, mostly shiny black cycling outfits was responsible for the fact, that he sometimes developed massive hard-ons on when returning from his bike trips which had to be dealt with in the shower afterwards all alone.
So, while window-shopping at the mall wearing jeans and a rather tight t-shirt that showed off some of his newly developed muscles, he noticed a new shop called
UnderStatement
. The shop window showed some female display dummies wearing lingerie and a male dummy wearing something that looked like shiny black bike shorts but seemed to be missing something. It was low-rise and carried a small metallic tag at the waistline. This item immediately got his interest as he had thought about buying a new set of bike sportswear and was intrigued by this unusual design.
He entered the store.
"Hi!" said a melodic voice.
It belonged to a female assistant of short and slim stature with a buzz cut and a winning smile who sat behind a counter. She seemed to be a bit younger than him and wore a t-shirt which read 'Good grammar is sexy.' She was rather flat-chested but had just the right amount of makeup to reach a compromise between cute and sexy.
"Hi there!" Tom said.
"My name's Suzy! Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Tom. Well, I was wondering about these cycling shorts in your window. They are really out of the ordinary, aren't they?"
Suzy smiled a little mischievously.
"That's because they aren't for cycling -- we don't sell sports- but underwear. You like them?"
Tom blushed a little bit for acting stupid in front of this attractive woman.
"Yes, they look really good. But as underwear - I don't know..."
Suzy interrupted him.
"You should try them on. I guess you're a size M?"
"Yes but..."
Tom had never tried on underwear in a store before and behaved a little dumbfounded.
"I'll be right back!" Suzy jumped from her seat.
At least there was no one else in the store to overhear this conversation, Tom thought.
Tom could admire Suzy's attractive backside in the black leathery very tight-fitting leggings she wore as she went into the back of the store. He couldn't take his eyes of her shiny, slightly swaying behind until she disappeared through a curtain.
It didn't take her long to come back and her overall appearance now seemed even more stunning to him.
"Here you go!" she said and handed him two sealed plastic bags, one with a label 'M' and a long number, the other one with a label 'one-time try-on thong white M'.
Tom was too confused to ask, what the second one was for as Suzy started walking and beckoned him to follow her.
"Follow me to the changing rooms. I'll just have my colleague take over the counter. Lea!" she shouted.
"Yeah?" another female voice answered.
"I'm doing a customer try-on!" Suzy called.
"Ok, I'll take over in a minute. Have fun!" the other voice, obviously belonging to Lea responded.
Suzy led the way through the store and Tom followed, mulling over the 'have fun' remark but was soon distracted when he realized that the store was loaded with stands full of other pairs of male and female underwear, some of them presenting sexy styles he had never seen before.
"That's quite an extraordinary selection you have here!" he almost stammered.
"I know!" she said, turning her head back to him and smiling. "And we haven't even been to the daring slash kinky section yet. Here we are!"
She stopped in front of row of changing room cubicles, each with a long purple curtain and opened one for him. Inside the cubicle, all three walls were lined with full-body mirrors.
"Now as I figure you don't wear a pair underneath that would fit under those" -- she indicated the package containing the black shorts -- "you will have to put on these" -- she indicated the 'try-on thong'-bag -- "instead of your own underwear before you try the black ones -- for hygienic reasons, you know. The try-on-thongs are made of a rather thin material to avoid visible panty lines that would spoil the impression."
He blushed a little again as he never had worn a thong before. Suzy seemed to read his mind. She smiled and put her hand soothingly on his for a second. Tom got goose bumps. She noticed and withdrew her hand.
"Sorry, I know it might feel unfamiliar, but otherwise you can't see if the long pair fits! Go on, I'll be nearby if you need another size or any other help."
She still wore her warm, almost sexy smile and ushered him into the cubicle so nicely that Tom couldn't but do as he was told. He suddenly realized that he would have to strip completely naked with a sexy young woman just a curtain away but relaxed a little when he heard her retreating steps.
When his cotton boxers were down he embarrassedly noticed that his cock had started swelling a little. He opened the bag with the thong and was surprised how soft the thin material was to the touch. As he carefully stepped into it, he thought about whether the pouch of the thong would be large enough to contain his member if it swelled anymore and whether his pubic hair might peek out. As the material of the thong first touched the base of his cock he almost gasped with pleasure as it felt so very nice on his skin. His goose bumps flared up again when pulled up the thong completely. Then he looked into the mirrors.
His half-erect and still swelling member was very visible in the almost see-through white material and Tom felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal -- almost guilty of himself narcissistically being turned on by his own sight. Because of the three mirrors, he even could see his backside with the small strap of the thong disappearing between the cheeks of his ass.
"You ok in there?" Suzy asked.
He almost jumped.
"A-a-all right," he stammered.
"Do they fit or do you need another size?"
