Fitting Room Compulsion

During my first two years of college I was 6' tall and weighed 180 pounds.  I had good musculature and could walk for miles on end.  Unfortuneatly, over the next 35 years I allowed myself to gain all the way up to 348 pounds.  When I realized I was within spitting distance of 350 pounds I decided that was it.  I was not going to allow myself to reach 350.  I worked really hard to lose the first 60 pounds. I was finally a little under 300 pounds and was quite happy with that.  I had been over 300 for many years and I felt I had done something significant.  I knew I needed to lose more but at least I was under 300.  Since that time, I have gradually continued to lose a little weight now and then and I have somehow been able to keep all of it off.  I've now lost 130 pounds and have had some people not even recognize me. We plan to go to the lake this coming weekend so I thought I should try on last year's swim suit just to be sure it still fit ok. I knew it would be a little loose because I had gradually lost weight over this past year but I was not expecting what happened.  When I pulled my swim truncks out of the drawer, I snickered because I could see they would be way too large.  But just for fun I tried them on anyway.  After pulling them up to my waist, I let them go of them and SWOOSH, they fell right to the floor.  My wife was in the room with me and saw what happened and we both laughed our sides sore.  She said, "Well hon, looks like you either need to go buy a new swim suit or you'll be skinny dipping at the lake on Saturday."  I looked at her, smiled and wiggled my raised eyebrows as if to say, "Hmm, what a great idea."  Those of you who know some of my "secrets" know I like to be naked at home and love to skinny dip when I have the opportunity, but unfortuneatly I can't get away with it on Saturday.  Besides, one side effect of all this weight loss at my age is, my skin has not retracted properly.  So now when naked I look like I'm wearing a balloon suit that's lost most of its air.  There is a reason I have so few mirrors in the house.  It used to be because I was so fat.  Now . . . Anyway, I went to a nice store today to find a new swim suit.  I was surprised they had so little to choose from.  The manager and I were the only 2 people in the store and he told me that because of Covid 19 he has not received any new inventory for 3 months.  Thankfully, he did have a couple truncks and shirts for me to try on so I went into the fitting room to see how these things would fit. Normally, when trying on swimwear, I leave my underware on but today, for some reason, I wanted to live dangerously so I removed all my clothes.  Then rather than immediately trying on the new clothes I began to play with my dick and watch it begin to come to life in the large full length mirror in front of me.  My knowledge that the manager and I were the only ones in the store turned me on somehow.  The air conditioner was blowing quite a heavy breeze of cool air and it was blowing over my body, tickling my skin, dick and balls.  As I stood naked playing with my dick and balls I began to think about the store manager and what I had seen after coming into the store.  When I entered the store he was not up front.  After about 30 seconds I saw him walking from the back of the store to the front which is quite a distance.  As he walked toward me, I couldn't help but notice he was wearing fairly tight, light colored jeans that effectively showed off his large bulge as he walked.  As I thought about the manager, I got harder and harder.  I began to think about sticking my head out the louvered wooden doors of the fitting room and calling to ask him to bring me some additional piece of clothing.  I thought it would be fun when he brought me the piece of clothing to just open the door wide to accept the additional item from him so he could see my rather desperate condition.  Would I have the guts to ask him to help me with my problem?  As I stroked myself, I seriously was considering doing it.  I put my left hand on the door handle because my right hand was too busy working my dick.  I began to turn the handle to open the door and call out to him when I heard the electronic door alarm sound telling both of us someone else had just walked in the store.  I was both disappointed and relieved.  My brain knew that me plan wasn't a good idea but my fully engorged cock head desperately wanted me to make it happen.  Instead, I turned back to the mirror, repurposed my left hand to pinch and twist my left nipple and stroke my chest hair as I jacked faster and faster.  I finally reached the peak of the mountain and came on the mirror.  I was so excited by the whole thing I shot 3 small ropes which was a good cum for me since I ejaculated just last night.  I used my underwear to wipe most of my jizz off the mirror and myself but left just enough on the mirror so the manager would figure out why it took me so long in the fitting room.  I hated to leave it for him to clean up but I wanted him to know what I had done. After trying on my choices and finding they fit me like a glove, I put my soggy Tommy Johns back on, redressed and took my purchases to the register.  The manager asked, "Everything fit ok?"  "Yep.  Everything was good," I answered.  He then said, "It must have been pretty hot in the fitting room because your face and neck are sort of flushed.'  He then explained, 'Right before that other customer came in I went back there to check on you and you sounded like you were breathing kind of hard, too." With an ever so slight smile he said, "Was everything ok back there?"  As I looked directly into his eyes and understood he saw the humor of the situation, I said, "Yeah, it definitely got hot back there but I took care of it."  Now openly smiling at me, the manager gave me my bags and said, "Well, I'll see you next time you're in and I'll try to help you a little more than I did today."  "Sounds good,' I said. 'I always appreciate help.  See you next time." I feel like I have entered my second adolescence.  Horny most of the time and wanting to have JO Buds cum visit me and developing a stronger interest in male/male play.  Two years ago, I NEVER would have done what I did today.  I'm 65 right now.  What am I goiong to be like when I'm 70?