Coming closer to the door and leaning against it for a moment to see if she could see through the rifts between the wood as the door was the same style as the saloon one, Katelynn whispered, “Time for the unveiling? Want me to come in there instead?”
For some reason just the thought of him in nearly nothing tossed a warm jolt of electricity in her stomach that spread about softly.
“I’m n-not sure you can fit in here,” Jack’s voice came through, “b-but we can give it a try.” The slatted door opened enough to let Katelynn inside.
The individual booths were better lit than the rest of the store, so that the customers could get a good view of how they looked. There was a floor-length mirror against one wall, and Jack, naked except for his socks and the green Speedo, was standing in front of it.
Katelynn had had a good eye for his size, it turned out. The suit fit well, even on his inhumanly skinny frame. It flattered his rear, and his, ahem, other downstairs assets. The jewel-green color went nicely with his eyes and the blue of his skin. The effect was only spoiled by how much he was blushing, and the way he was almost cowering from shyness.
She could practically feel the heat radiating off him and he could possibly feel the same as she took a long, appreciative gaze upon his form, not even wondering why the store made the fitting room so small. His sexy, lean form was a feast for the eyes and one she was only able to appreciate during special moments in their apartment.
Her own face flushed into a nice strawberry color as her hands clenched the material of her clothes, an outfit she had chosen to easily slip out of to make the shopping excursion easier.
“I..It’s like..it was made for you, ” she whispered against the tight space and moved slightly closer to wrap her arms loosely around his shoulders and lean in close to his lips. “You…look really sexy love..but the question is..do you think you would enjoy wearing it in front of our friends..?”
Still blushing, but feeling much better, Jack slid his arms around her waist, gazing into her soft brown eyes. “Th-th-thank you.” The question, though, made him hesitate. “I … I d-don’t know.” He swallowed nervously. “B-but I’d like to wear it for you. M-maybe if we went to the beach by ourselves, sometime?” He could tell how much she liked the suit, and he really did want to keep it, if it would make her happy.
Jack Maple 