Underwear Store

I will introduce myself a bit for those here with me for the first time. I'm just thirty years old; I'm an average tall but athletic body. This is due to my hobby in various sports, from regular visits to the fitness centre, CrossFit, running or surfing. As I get older, I become more and more aware of my exhibitionism, and I honestly don't know where it will end. I'm sure you're interested in how it affects me. It started with wearing sweatpants, in which my crotch was visible, through the targeted non-closing of the door so that my roommate could briefly notice me changing or as I slept naked next to my friend. Some of these experiences ended up interesting, and maybe I will write about them as well. Even though I tried to be critical of myself, whether I had not gone too far in some cases and it was not more annoying than enjoyable, I always came to the positive conclusion. And it constantly strengthens my desire to show more.

During my vacation by the sea, I walked through the city when I discovered a store with men's underwear and swimwear that looked quite sexy. Big bulges, jocks, and more stuff like this, you know. I was not alone at the time, so I went there one morning when there weren't many people in the city yet, and I entered there with a bit of shyness. The store was empty, and behind the cash register sat a saleswoman who could have been 40 years old. I was expecting a man, as it came to me as a gay business. I first carefully started looking at the T-shirts they also had there. Then I switched to swimsuits, boxers, briefs, and finally to jocks and various sexy underwear, partly transparent or super tiny. I got used to it quickly, and I didn't mind rummaging through it before the saleswoman. I took a few pieces of swimsuits and various more exciting pieces from underwear, and I went to the cash register to buy them.

The saleswoman asked me if I would like to try those clothes, which I agreed with because, after all, they were not the cheapest. I followed her to the back of the store. There was a fitting space that she had prepared for me. I undressed and put on the semi-transparent briefs I was most curious about. It was size S, and since I mentioned I exercise a lot and have a lot of muscle mass, it was more challenging to dress, but it looked sexy to me. I even began to feel and see that my penis enjoyed it too. I adjusted my cock to the left, and my balls filled the bottom. When I looked at my ass, I saw that briefs dig a little into the ass gap, and at the same time, half of the bottom of my ass was out. With the effect of partial transparency, my ass thrilled me even more. But I wasn't sure if the bigger size would be better when the saleswoman asked me if everything was okay. I told her that I was unsure about the size and if she could bring me a larger one. She wanted me to describe what they looked like.

Since the lady spoke Italian and I only mastered the basics, I couldn't even describe them very much, so I asked her straight away if I could show them to her. She agreed, so I pulled back the curtain. There was a muscular guy in front of her in partly sheer briefs. This underwear didn't leave a lot to the imagination. I turned around to make the show complete to judge if the size was correct. She was silent for a while, for which I took the opportunity to pull the gum of briefs from my body. That made space for my penis, which began to grow even more significant. So much that I couldn't bring the penis back ultimately under the already thin fabric, that's why I at least partially covered it with my hand. After a long moment, the saleswoman looked me in the eyes, smiled, and said she would try a bigger size, and she left me.

I pulled back the curtain, looked in the mirror, and saw a picture of what she saw. My erection was evident, and even what was under the cloth was essentially transparent to its tension. I began to blush, quickly pulled my panties down, and tried to calm down. But, unfortunately, I didn't make it because the saleswoman was back almost immediately. She said something in Italian like she had the bigger size for me. And you know, as I mentioned at the beginning, that I sometimes wonder if I didn't exaggerate some things, so this was one of them. I pulled back the curtain so that I did not hide anything from my body and reached out. She handed them to me, looking down where my semi-hard cock hung. I quickly pulled back the curtain and didn't believe I had gone that far. I told myself how I would be able to go out from there now. So I wore the same brief model but in a larger size. It was immediately apparent that this was the right size because they were more comfortable and didn't even look so tight, but still very sexy. So I wanted to try another model when she gently pulled back the curtain without looking inside, and what I understood, she asked:

"Is this a better size? Can I take a look? "

I glanced back in the mirror to make sure I could show myself to her and that nothing was out from briefs. Although everything was in the briefs, the redhead of the penis and the congested veins that pumped blood into it could be seen through the fabric. I took a breath and answered:

"Please, is it better this way?"

This time completely, she pulled back the curtain, slid her eyes over my whole body, and stopped at my crotch. Her expression was no longer so surprising but, on the contrary, more vigorous and professional. But I have to say that it excited me even more, and I felt a tickle in my crotch. She motioned for me to turn around, which I did without resistance. She added something in the sense that:

"Yes, that's better. Maybe we can try another small improvement."

She turned and went to the store without pulling the curtain. I was nervous because the entrance to the store was right across. But I didn't see anyone inside. She returned, holding something small in her hand. She noticed that I was looking at the front door.

"I have already closed the store; I have a lunch break now. So don't worry, no one will come here. Feel comfortable, please."

Without even realising that she had locked me up with her, she had already held out the hand in which she was holding the thing and handed it to me. I took it. It was a circle, and before I found out what is it was, she said:

"I think this would be suitable for these briefs. If you would like, feel free to try it."

She pulled back the curtain, but not completely. There was about a 20 cm gap left. I looked at the ring again and thought about it. It was red and made of some plastic silicone. I understood that it would be about the penis, just wondering how it deployed. I figured it out quickly, so I pulled my briefs down to my knees. I looked through the curtain and checked that the saleswoman was not there. I spread the ring between my fingers and tried to stretch it over my cock. I was uncertain about the testicles because I found the ring too small, but I pulled it even more with some effort, and I already got it to the root of the penis. It was hard and pointing up. I carefully released the ring, pressing it against the skin and encircling my stepped cock with pleasant pressure. At the same time, the ring pushed the penis further away from the body and the testicles no longer hung down but rather forward.

Just like that, I looked through the curtain again and noticed she was leaving the place, which I had a good view of. But that meant she had it too so far. I thought I'd get cum there the way I was. So I held up and pulled my briefs up again. My crotch pushed forward so hard that the upper rubber band no longer even touched my body. I wanted to cool down again at least a little, but I felt that the ring around my cock prevented it. On the contrary, the veins were now evident and dull, and the head of the penis was full of blood.

From the other side of the store, she asked me how it would suit me. I stuck my head out of the curtain and answered:

"It's a very interesting feeling."

She smiled and said

"I believe that. And what about the other pieces? Are they good too? "

I haven't even tried them yet. I was a little disappointed that she didn't come to see me. So I went to try the swimsuit I had chosen. I turned my ass to the curtain and pulled my briefs down. The curtain tore off slightly, and in the mirror, I saw her standing there again, looking shamelessly at me naked and handing me another piece of clothing. I was paralysed by the ease with which she managed a naked man who was horny. I covered my crotch, which was full of blood, with the briefs I still had in my hands, and I held my hand and took it from her.

"Normally this is not meant to be tried, but I think this is exactly for you. It will be a gift if you buy something ".

I took what looked like other briefs, but I found out they were thongs. This time she didn't return the curtain to its original state. I quickly dressed in them. The fabric was tiny.

It was almost impossible to drill my cock into them in this state. Despite all my efforts, a piece of the root of my cock with a ring still encircled it. I turned to see what it looked like from behind. My ass was revealed as expected, but I have to say it looked great. Squats with a 150kg barbell have already brought results.

So I gained courage and finally came out of the cabin like this. The saleswoman immediately noticed me, made a squeaking sound, and motioned me to turn again. She added,

"It's better than I thought. Sure, you have to take these. And wear them!" she added vigorously in Italian.

So she imagined me in a thong? What else does she do?

I went back to the cabin, put the thongs on the pile with semi-transparent briefs, and went to try on a swimsuit. It was a speedo swimsuit in khaki colour. They had padding on the front that accentuated the crotch. I dressed in them and put my cock toon the side. The colour of the swimsuit and its material relieved every inch of my penis, and the padding made my balls look like two eggs. The cock head ended at the edge of my thigh. I had been wet since such prolonged erections. When I put it into a swimsuit, some precum came out of me again. Sperm created a stain around the entire top of the penis. I went out to show up again. This time she came closer to me and pulled me by the edge of the swimsuit to see if they were a good size. Then she walked around me and did the same thing from behind. But there, I felt that she pulled the rubber band a lot more, and there is no doubt that she was looking at my ass. She walked around me once more, and this time she pulled the front part, exactly where I had a cock. She looked at it and ran her finger gently to the wet cock head. I felt like her servant, an enslaved person who had no strength to oppose anything. She was so amazing.

"They are great, our best model. You will be a star on the beach", she added, releasing the rubber band.

She turned and went to adjust some T-shirts. If you've read this far and you are horny, you can imagine how I felt there at the time. I desperately wanted to be able to cum just right there. Her subsequent disinterest and the ease with which she took the whole situation was even more exciting. But I went to the cabin, took off my swimsuit, and put down the cock ring. When she came into the cabin again, I put all the new clothes in one pile and asked if I was taking these things. Naked, I turned to her ancestor, and with a dry mouth, I said yes. She leaned toward the bench where I had laid things to take them, having her head only inches from my penis. I saw that my penis was slowly leaking out the precum as I looked down. She picked up the clothes and went to the cash register.

I dressed in my original clothes and went to pay. Everything was ready and packed, so I paid. She reminded me that today was a beautiful day and asked if I would go to the beach today. She recommended to me one smaller beach, which is more private but still close. I thanked her for her advice and said that I would go there in the afternoon in a new swimsuit. So I came out of the store for that. I was still shaking, and I couldn't believe what had just happened. But this is not the end of the story.