Better and worse

He pulled the suit up to his waist and looked in the mirror. His suspicions were confirmed. The thong was more like a g-string now. The g-string barely covered his ass, leaving a tantalizing strip of skin visible. He adjusted his cock, trying to get it to sit right in the pouch. It was snug, but not uncomfortable.

"How does it fit?" Rachel called into the fitting room.

"It's fine, I guess," John said half-halfheartedly.

"You don't sound too sure, let's make sure it is going to work for you." Rachel said with a sweet, almost innocent tone. "Come out so I can see it."

This was the moment of truth. "I am going to go out there?" John said to himself. "Well, it couldn't be any worse than last time. Just stay in control. You can do it, John."

As he stepped out of the fitting room, John felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back as Rachel stepped closer, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his new swimsuit.

"Let's go to the good mirrors again, to make sure this looks good in the day light," Rachel says as she starts walking to the middle of the store, not waiting for John.

"I don't think..." John started to protest, but Rachel was already moving. John just followed her, thinking it would be good to move around a little bit if he was going to wear this out and about.

When John finally got to the mirrors, Rachel was there waiting for him and giving him a seductive look as she watched him walk. "Let me just...make sure everything's in place," she said, her voice a mix of professionalism and something else. Her hand hovered near his cock, and John's heart skipped a beat. He nodded, his breath shallow. Rachel's fingers brushed against him, and he jolted. She giggled, a sound that seemed to go straight to his cock.

"Hmm," Rachel murmured, her eyes never leaving his face. She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck. Her hand slipped into the pouch of the suit, adjusting him with a gentle squeeze. "There," she said, her voice a whisper. "It looks much better now."

John's cock throbbed, and he was sure she could feel it. Rachel's eyes met his in the mirror, and for a moment, he thought he saw something flicker in hers. But she was a professional, so he told himself it was all in his head. She couldn't possibly be enjoying this as much as he was.

The next three times Rachel touched him were swift and precise, each one more excruciating than the last. She tugged at the waistband, claiming it was too tight. She slid her hand along the inner thigh of the suit, insisting she needed to check the seam. And each time, John's cock grew harder, his body responding to the light touches as if they were the most erotic caresses he'd ever felt. He tried to ignore it, telling himself that it was all just part of the fitting process. Rachel was just doing her job, after all.

"How does it feel here? This was the problem area last time," Rachel says as she grabs his cock through the suit, like it's a normal thing to do.

John's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Tight," he managed to croak out, trying not to betray the fact that he was already mostly hard. Rachel's hand was warm and gentle, and he had to forcefully remind himself that she was just doing her job.

"But it's definitely not going to...uh...pop out?" Rachel asked, her voice filled with faux innocence. Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of embarrassment.

John swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "I don't think so," he said, his voice shaky. "But, I mean, it's tight."

Rachel's eyes widened, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Well we should be sure," she said, her voice dripping with insincerity. "That was the problem last time after all. I wouldn't want you leaving with a suit that is not going to fit your needs. Let's just make sure as long as you're here."

Without waiting for his response, Rachel's hand slid down his shaft and cupped his balls gently. "We need to make sure you won't...accidentally pop out if you get...fully excited, you know?"

John nodded, his body betraying him as his cock grew even harder in her grip.