A Speedo

John nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. He took a step back, his cock bobbing in the open air before he managed to stuff it back into his shorts. Rachel came back and handed him a pair of Speedos to try.

"These are a bit...smaller," he said, holding the tiny scrap of fabric up to his waist. Rachel winked at him.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice a purr. "You'd be surprised how much room some of these smaller suits have. They're designed to be snug, but they're very accommodating."

John's stomach churned as he retreated to the changing room. He couldn't believe he was about to try on a Speedo, but Rachel had made it sound so reasonable. He stepped into the tight briefs, his cock straining against the fabric. The sensation was uncomfortable at first, but Rachel's reassurance had him convinced it was the right choice. He stepped out, feeling ridiculous but hopeful that it would somehow work.

Rachel took one look at him and her eyes widened slightly. "Oh, those look...interesting," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Let's just make sure they're not too tight."

Her hands moved to the waistband of the Speedo, her thumbs sliding under the elastic. John felt his cock throb as her fingers grazed the top of his cock head. Rachel stepped closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she bent down to inspect the fit. He could feel the heat of her body, and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating.

"It's definitely snug," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with something that might have been desire. "But it's not too tight, right?"

John could only nod, his throat too dry to form words. Rachel's eyes held his in the mirror, a smoldering intensity that made his knees weak. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck.

"You know," Rachel said, her voice low and sultry, "sometimes, a little snugness can be a good thing. It shows off all your...attributes."

Her hands moved to the side of the Speedo, her fingertips grazing his hips. She gave the fabric a gentle tug, and John's cock slipped out, the head now peeking out of the top. Rachel's gaze dropped to his exposed cock, and she stared at it with unabashed fascination. He felt his face burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"I'm sorry," Rachel said, her voice strained. "It seems like we need to try something else."

John nodded, his heart racing as he retreated back into the changing room. He stepped out of the Speedo, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart. Rachel's eyes had lingered on him, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. He heard her rummaging through the racks outside, and his imagination went wild.