John needs a new swimsuit

John was dreading having to go swimsuit shopping. It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have extra special needs in that department. He would probably have to find a saleswoman to help him because off the rack swimsuit tended to not fit him, which lead to embarrassing situations. He had put it off for a long time, but today John was finally going shopping.

The moment he walked into the store, John's eyes were immediately drawn to a vision of beauty, a saleswoman with a body that was the envy of every woman in the room. She had a crop top that barely contained her ample breasts, which seemed to be fighting for their freedom with every breath she took. Her stomach was flat and toned, with the faintest trace of a belly button piercing peeking out, hinting at a wild streak beneath the professional veneer. Her leggings clung to her like a second skin, showing off the curve of her ass.

John felt his heart racing and his cheeks burning. He hadn't expected to see such a gorgeous woman here. The way she moved, sashaying through the racks of clothes, was mesmerizing. Her ass jiggled ever so slightly with every step she took, the muscles playing under the tight material. It was a spectacle that drew his gaze like a magnet, and he couldn't help but feel his cock swelling in his pants. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down and approached her, his stomach twisting into knots.

"Excuse me," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm looking for a swimsuit, and I'm not sure what size I need. Could you maybe help me out?"

The saleswoman's smile widened as she looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his shorts. "Of course," she said, her voice like honey. "What exactly are you looking for?"

John felt his face redden even more. "Well, I usually, you know have trouble finding swimsuits that fit right... I'm just looking for something simple."

The saleswoman's eyes twinkled as she held out her hand. "I'm Rachel," she said. "And I'm sure we can find something that works for you."

John took a deep breath and followed Rachel to the men's swimwear section. She was a whirlwind of activity, pulling out various swimsuits and holding them up to his body, all while maintaining a stream of small talk that made him feel both at ease and on edge. Every few minutes, Rachel would "accidentally" brush against him, her fingers grazing his abs or her elbow bumping into his crotch. Each time it happened, she would giggle and apologize, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.

John's cock grew harder with each brush of her hand. He knew it was obvious, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced, but Rachel acted as if she hadn't noticed. "Oh, I'm so clumsy," she exclaimed after her hand had grazed his shaft. She was holding a pair of trunks that looked like they would be about as useful as a chastity belt on him. "Let me grab you something else."