"Wait! Maybe! …I mean…maybe I should re-measure you like this," she stammered.
‘I can't believe I just said that.'
Then more boldly, "It would be much more accurate this way."
"Okay; that'd be fine, I guess. With the shirt?"
"What?" Vivian said sharply.
"Do you want me to take off my shirt?"
"Yes, that would be better…Mr. Goodtukus…I mean fine…tukus.. Mr. Kotukus."
He smiled as he crossed his arms at the hem. Then he lifted it over his head pausing as if stuck in the shirt. He contorted and stretched his body, showing off his physique for Vivian's appraisal. His exaggerated squirming caused the boxers to slide lower on his torso. The fly gaped open and closed revealing a dark promise. As he shifted she thought she saw the mauve, mushroom head of his cock peek out of the bottom seam. ‘Was that possible? The boxers go a third of the way down his friggin' thighs!'
"Ahhhmmm," she sighed audibly.
Carl Kotukus knew, with his eyes covered in the shirt he was giving her an unencumbered view of his body. With a bend and a twist, he finally pulled the garment over his head, leaving his black hair tousled. Vivian gaped, ‘Very sexy.' Kotukus shuffled in his bare feet on the podium.
"Well then, ummmm, lets get started, shall we?"
Vivian marveled at this Adonis posing before her on her fitting platform. She had never seen a body like this before and the prospect of the next hour made her tingly and wet between her legs. She stepped up behind him inhaling his masculine aroma. She slid her hands around his chest and took the first of a series of measurements, "40 inches."
She measured from his neck down his right arm to the back of his hand, "34 inches."
When she slid the tape around his neck from behind she thought she felt him lean back toward her as if he was leashed. ‘Hmm, just like Prometheus; how nice.' She let go with one hand and paused with the tape clutched in the fisted other; she straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. Kotukus didn't notice the pose she struck, "17 inches."
He inhaled deeply in response.
Though she didn't need to, she made a production of measuring both of his biceps. She liked the look of the yellow tape around his defined upper arm. ‘I couldn't…there's no way to justify measuring his thighs…is there?' She knelt in front of him again and, as if he had read her mind, he arched his foot raising his knee slightly to give her better access to his thigh.
"Hmmm, That's a good boy, Carl." Vivian whispered softly as if she was soothing a nervous animal. She slid the tape around his smooth hard thigh. ‘Smoothly depilated thigh…what the hell…could he have used a…'
"Don't you need to write all these down?" He asked, looking down at the top of her head.
"No, no need to write anything down." Vivian thought she could smell his arousal. She slid the tape around his waist. His flesh felt cool and very firm--smooth to her touch.
"34 inches; you have pretty much a perfect body…I mean your measurements are …easy…to…I'll remember them perfectly well."
"I guess I should take that as a compliment…coming from a professional." He laughed softly as he spoke. "You must see plenty of body types here."
‘Not like yours, Mister.' Vivian got up and stepped behind him, stalling as long as she could; she didn't know what to do next. She didn't know how far she dared to take this.
"Are you going to measure my inseam again—I mean like this…without my pants?"
Something in the way he said it alerted Vivian. She heard a pleading under his question. And that caused a shift in her intentions. Until now she was being driven by the excitement of having this perfect specimen in her hands. But now she sensed that Carl Kotukus was also driven by something. It was subtle; his desire was as strong as hers. She realized that she had the power in this situation. She could stop it or prolong it; she could control it to her liking. And that power was new to her and very, very enticing.
"You like this don't you, Carl?"
"What's that?"
"Being here nearly naked in front of me. You like it; you like seeing me squirm at the sight of your precious good looks. You're enjoying teasing me like this, aren't you, Carl?
"I…don't understand. What do you…?"
Vivian cut him off in mid sentence. "What's the matter can't you get it up for normal sex? Do you need it a little kinkier?" He flinched at the hint of anger in her taunt. Vivian decided to take a softer approach, not wanting to scare him off. She slid her hand up the inside of his thigh again—let it rest gently against that long tube of hot flesh. Then she cooed softly from behind him.
"Carl, I think it excites you to show off for the ladies. Do I sense a bit of the exhibitionist in you? Have you done this before?"
"He exhaled the breath he had been holding, "Yesssss… No! I mean yes, it excites me very much and no, I have never done this before."
"In fact, isn't that why you're here today, with this silly suit story?" Holding back any hint of anger or contempt, she singsong-ed her voice to tease him on. "You knew I would have to measure you up and thought you could tease the lonely, old, tailor lady."
"I thought you would like it. I didn't think you were a lonely…I don't think your old."
Vivian now found herself at a monumental crossroads. She had always been passive sexually, taking it as it came. Oh, she had had her sexy trysts but they didn't come nearly as often as she would have liked. Now, approaching fifty she had seen much less opportunity than when she was younger. Carl Kotukus had inadvertently presented her with an opportunity she could only have imagined in her bathtub fantasies. ‘I could send him packing (what a pity), fuck him and send him packing (a nice lunch break), or I could use Carl "Ko-oh-so-good-tukus" as a vehicle for a deliciously wicked and much longer journey, Hop in, Girl; let's get going.'
"Do you want to continue this then Carl or should I call the police and tell them about your little sexual harassment game?"
"Please, I want to continue."
"Good, lets get on with it then. But…?"
"Yes?"
"I set the rules; you follow them. If at any point I think you aren't behaving then it's all over, Carl. Do I make that clear?"
"Understood."
"Okay, now where was I? Oh yes, the inseam. Now why don't you go ahead and take those silly boxers off. I know that's what you want to do, Carl. And stand nice and straight with your feet about a shoulder width apart."
Kotukus stepped out of the silk boxers and handed them to Vivian. She twirled them on the tip of her finger before throwing them over her shoulder. She had him in her mirrors now; she could see all of him—multiple images reflected in the triptych. She was right; he had creamed or waxed his body. He was slick as a seal and his cock was as bare as a little boy's—‘but much more developed.' Carl Kotukus' Cock was about seven inches long in this semi-flaccid state and it was changing right before Vivian's eyes.
"Oh, a little wider, you have such nice broad shoulders," Vivian said as she knelt behind him again with the yellow tape measure hanging over her wrist.
"Like this?"
Carl Kotukus spread his legs more giving her access to his body. Vivian ran her hands up the backs of his firm smooth thighs. She felt hot and flushed; waves of body sound rushing in her ears. She took his ass cheeks in her hands and the young man flexed and tightened those muscles.
"You have a beautiful body, Carl," she said as she slid her hands between his spread thighs to gently clasp his hardening penis in her praying hands.
"Maybe I should continue with your measurements now, before you are fully aroused. Turn around Carl."
Carl turned around and his penis was directly in front of her now. ‘You've never seen anything like this before, Vivian. It looks sooo big all shaven clean. It's a fucking magnificent cock.'
"Have you measured yourself before, Carl?" Vivian was enjoying keeping up the clinical conversation while she was kneeling in front of this completely naked man.
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