As Rita finished up her last measurements, she told me to have a seat and she would get a couple of other things for me to look at. First she brought out a black with Burgundy paisley cloth.
She said, `this should go great for inside of your vest and cummerbund.' She put all three clothes next to each other and she wasn't mistaken, they looked perfect together.
She came over and said, `let's get a measurement on your feet, I think I have a couple ideas for footwear.' She kneeled before me and took out her tape, she reached down to start, as she did she fell forward into my lap. This time I am sure, that it was no accident but I played it off, as she blushed and cursed under her breath. I don't think she noticed, or she didn't let on, that my cock again responded to her touch.
She got my feet all measured up, putting her hand on my knee, she got up. This was probably more for stability then anything else but it wasn't unnoticed. She turned and disappeared into the back room and called be hind her, `back in a jiffy!'
When she returned she had a couple boxes of formal footwear with her and set them down next to me. She took out first a pair of sleek formal dress shoes, she gently lifted my foot and slipped one on; as she did I heard her breathe in deeply. She put on the other shoe and again she audibly breathed, like she was enjoying some smell. She asked me to get up and walk around, I stood my crotch right at her eye level, again she breathed deep. This time I knew she was inhaling my manly musk, she blushed as I looked down at her, knowing she had been caught.
I walked to the mirrors, walked around the pedestal and the shoes felt like I was on a cloud wrapped in velvet. She had gotten up and I could feel her eyes on me as I walked, trying the shoes. At one point, in one of the mirrors, I saw her eying my ass and biting her bottom lip.
Sitting back down, I said, `these will work perfectly, what else do you have there?' She knelt back down, helped me take the shoes off, set them aside and grabbed the other box. She pulled out a pair of medium healed, ankle high, boots. She slipped the first on, zipped the side and then repeated, this time she didn't hide her sniffing my essence.
Again I stood up, my crotch at her eye level, she leaned into me a little and I felt her breath on my cock. This time my cock definitely responded to the gentleness of her warm breath. I walked to the mirrors, trying and failing, not to let myself become too aroused. I walked around the pedestal and my cock almost bulged out of my boxer shorts. The boots, as the shoes, felt wonderful on my feet.
Whilst I was walking around, Rita got up and beckoned me over to the counter. She pulled out a few different accessories, cufflinks, handkerchiefs, gloves and ties. She also brought out a box with collar top pins for nehru shirts.
She set a few of her picks out on the counter and said, `I think that these will work best.' I took her for her word and I noticed her shift a little, like she was trying to hide being aroused, herself.
She brought out a receipt pad and started writing things down, shoes, accessories, etc. She asked for my name and phone number and I handed her my card, she bit her lip; she jotted down my information and left my card where it lay.
She smiled up at me then said, I should have everything done by Monday, I will call you to come in and do final fitting, let's say Saturday, so we can see if I need to alter anything.' I said, that sounds good Rita, let me have your card, so I can pass along your services.' She paused, grabbed her business card, jotting something on the back and handed it to me, I didn't bother to look what she wrote. I took it to the dressing room and stuck it in my wallet, inside my suit coat.
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