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Buying Swimwear

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 Mar 1998 1 comments
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I was in a general store in search of swimwear. I'd picked several items and was now about to try them on in the fitting which the salesman (strange that there should be a salesman, they always send women to Mens Swimwear!) had assigned to me. Everybody when they try swimwear on just take off their shoes and pants and put their swimsuits on top of their underwear - as is reminded on a post in the fitting room, for hygienic reasons. I don't. I get completely naked and then put on the swimsuit. A real beach situation. I like all kinds of swimsuits, the lose ones which become transparent and stick to your private parts when wet, or the tight ones which outline oh so well what's inside them. The first one I tried on was small and black, with a little pocket for your manhood. Hmmmmmm, nice. It was comfortable though tight and the shape of my dick was perfecly well seen through what was indeed a crotch glove. I was looking at myself in the mirror and well, I never can resist it when I'm in front of a big mirror, I started to caress my pouch, fascinated by my hand running on the black fabric, sensing the contour of my balls, the head of my cock. I carried on for a few minutes, slowly but surely leading myself to full erection. I heard the curtain being drawn behind me and the salesman's voice asked "Are you ... ... ... OK ?". Yup, he'd paused. He's paused because he was astonished that a) I had not kept my shirt and socks on b) I had not kept my underwear either. Regretfully leaving the mirror, I turned to face him : "I'm fine." My boner had stretched the small suit, my dick had been pushing against the thin waistband and a small part of the head was actually outside gleamingly standing out against the black fabric. "Let me see" he said and looking down saw the little flesh spot. He stared for a few seconds that lasted a century. A customer called him, he drew the curtain shut and walked away. In my usual masturbation transe, I was now so aroused that nothing could stop me. I pushed down the brief and my hand took control. He returned. He entered the trying room where I was jacking off in front of the mirror with my eyes half closed. "You shouldn't do this here, it's dangerous". I did not reply. I put my hand on his fly. Our salesman was a thirtyish 6'0" dark-haired guy with a soft low-key voice, with a lightly tanned skin, extremely hairy, judging from the rebel hair which protruded out of his shirt collar. "Please, not here.". I pulled down the zip. I unbuttoned his shirt - yes, hairy he was, furry even -, undid his belt and waist button. His pants dropped. I pulled down his boxer shorts. "No ... please". I took his cock, it was soft and heavy, hidden in a jungle of curly hair. I bent forward and licked it, like a dog licks your hand, wetting his cock and spreading his pubes with droplets of spit. "No really ...". Somebody called him again. Not a customer this time, his superior. I stood back up holding him firmly by the balls, I motioned him right next to me in front of the mirror. "Look !" I said. Wham! Bang! I shot a bullet of snow-white cum that rushed to the mirror and splashed on it, then another one and yet another one. I took the black swimsuit and wiped the mirror with it. I handed him over the now black-and-white brief and said "I'll take it.".