by Adams, S. C.
Sighing, I sort through the options Roger loaded me down with. The appalling plaid number is the first to land in the “absolutely not” pile. It’s followed quickly by a solid white suit that’s completely wrong for the season, a black tux that’s far too formal for dinner with my parents, and three others that I don’t need to try on to know they’re horrendous. I’ve been shopping here for years, but Roger hasn’t acquired my taste quite yet. Perhaps I should bring Greg along next time. I imagine he’d be excellent at choosing the right suits for me.
Maybe Roger isn’t gay after all.
With just six options left, I get to work trying them on. Three are okay but look too similar to suits I already own. I’m fairly certain one of these three is the exact suit I bought a few months ago for a client’s funeral, only in a more upbeat fabric.
The final three are hard to choose between. One is slate gray with an electric blue liner. Ladies tell me that wearing subtle layers of blue make my eyes look fantastic. I don’t get it, but if they’re right, this is the kind of suit I want Maggie to see me in. I put it in the “absolute yes” pile.
Another is black with pink stitching. The contrast surprises me in a good way. I think it would look suave with a matching pocket square. Mother thinks I need to wear more color, so she would approve of the slight pop. I add it to my pile as well.
The last suit is navy blue. I don’t own a single navy blue suit. It’s the wrong shade to “bring out my eyes,” and I’ve always thought blue to be an unprofessional color for a suit. Yet this one is my favorite cut, and I can’t seem to put it in the “no” pile. I guess that makes it a yes, too.
I hadn’t planned on purchasing three new suits today. I came in for one, maybe two, to add to my wardrobe for when I’m entertaining Mum and Dad. The funny part is that Maggie had nothing to do with this. Well, I suppose she was in the back of my head when I picked the gray one, but not the others. This is all me. Greg will be proud of my shopping adventure. He’s certain I need a new outfit for every day of the year. He seems to have that down for the both of us.
“Roger?” I call into the empty measuring area. “Are you out here?”
“Sir!” he shouts back. He bustles into the room like a cartoon character, bowing as he runs. “I apologize! I had some things to take care of in the back. One of our tailors mangled a very important piece and had to be let go.”
Oh, no. Please tell me it wasn’t Maggie! There’s no way she’d be fired so early on in her position, right? Mistakes have to be forgiven when you’ve only been working for a few days.
“That’s very unfortunate. Was it one of my tailors?”
“Heavens, no! It was an older woman. She seemed happy to go. I think she’s been hoping to get fired for a while now.”
I let out a relieved breath. “Well, then it sounds like her departure is for the best.”
“It is! Now, I think it would be a good idea to fit you for these suits, don’t you?”
“Absolutely. I’m meant to return to the office in an hour.”
Roger checks the time. “That soon? These three suits you’ve chosen are intricate. We’ll need to make separate measurements for each one, and my best tailor is out to lunch until four.”
“Actually, I’d like to work with the tailor who measured me on Tuesday. Is she available?”
The man looks taken aback. “Maggie? Really?”
“She did an excellent job, and I’m all for helping out new talent. They have to learn somewhere, right?”
“Right,” he says slowly. “If you’re sure. Let me go and get Maggie, then.”
Roger walks reluctantly back to the sales floor, leaving me to question my decision. What will happen if Maggie and I are alone together again? I truly do only have an hour before I must leave or Greg will kill me. That leaves plenty of time for us to fit my suits and have some fun.
My biggest worry is that Maggie won’t want to have fun with me the way I do with her.
That worry disappears the second she enters the measuring area. Her shirt and skirt are conservative, leaving everything to the imagination, just how I like it. However, it’s not her outfit that I’m drawn to. It’s her lips and the memory of them around my hard cock.
It’s also the playful smile I see on them now, telling me she not only remembers what happened Tuesday, but she wouldn’t mind a repeat.
I’m so glad I made this appointment.
9
Maggie
Until today, I’d never seen anyone get fired.
Granted, what Ivy did to that poor man’s suit was sacrilege, but it was still hard to watch Roger let her go. She wasn’t upset about it in the slightest, if her smirk behind Roger’s back was any indication. Knowing that still doesn’t stop my hands from shaking as I feed a hem through my sewing machine.
I could easily be next. It didn’t occur to me until Ivy was fired that this is a real job and comes with the very real possibility that I could be sent packing at any time.
I refuse to be fired.
“Maggie!” Roger calls from the curtain. “I need to speak with you.”
Oh, please, no. He wouldn’t fire two tailors in one day, would he? That would leave him short-staffed for a very busy weekend. I haven’t done anything wrong that I can think of. He’s probably not firing me, right?
“Yes?” I ask when I reach him on shaking legs.
“A customer has requested your services,” he says plainly. “You are to take his measurements and tailor his suits. Can you handle the responsibility?”
“Of course,” I assure him. “Who is the customer?”
“You remember Mr. Sean Jones from Tuesday?”
My heart sinks and my pussy moistens all at once. Sean is back, and he’s requesting me? What does this mean?
“I do.”
“Excellent. He’s waiting for you in the measurement area. If I didn’t have a vacancy to fill, I’d supervise. I’m trusting you with this, Maggie,” he says. I’ve heard this phrase from him a few times already. It must be one of his favorites. “Do not let me down.”
“I won’t!” I tell him. “You can count on me!”
I practically run through the sales floor and into the measuring area. Like Tuesday afternoon, it’s completely empty except for us. I try to hold back my grin, but that’s impossible. Sean licks his lips at the sight of me. My panties are completely soaked by now.
“Hi again,” I say shyly. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
“I couldn’t stay away,” he growls in that beautiful British accent of his. “Good thing I had an excuse to buy more suits.”
“You came up with an excuse to see me?”
Sean nods. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Tuesday afternoon.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” I admit. “I didn’t think…”
He closes the short distance between us and pulls me flush against his body. “Can you feel how badly I needed to see you?”
Oh, I feel it alright. His bulge nestles perfectly between my thighs. I’ve never been so horny in my life! If my parents knew how impure my thoughts were right now, they’d send me to a monastery.
Sean takes a sudden step back. “We need to hurry up and get these measurements recorded. I don’t have a lot of time, and I have a lot planned for us.”
My insides jumble, and I forget how to move. “Like what?” I ask quietly.
He smiles down at me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
His words motivate me to get to work. Of course, the man chose three of our most intricate suits that require specific measurements to ensure the best fit. It takes me ten minutes to do each one. It really doesn’t help that each time I measure his legs, my mouth is just inches from his hard cock. Everything inside of me begs to taste him again, but I have a job to do. If Sean’s promise is true, I’ll get my chance again soon enough.
With the last suit measured and marked, I stand before Sean once again. “So,” I say. “What did you have i
n mind?”
Sean grins. “Follow me.”
He takes my hand and leads me to what I’m going to call our dressing room from now on. As soon as the door is latched, he pushes me against it and kisses me roughly.
“I’ve been dying to do that since I left Tuesday afternoon,” he admits against my lips. “You’re beautiful, Maggie.”
I moan into his mouth. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did that day. You’ve ignited something in me.”
“I like the way that sounds,” he tells me. His tongue dips between my lips, inciting another moan. “I could kiss you like this forever.”
“Please do,” I beg. “No one has made me feel like this before.”
“Remember how good I made you feel on Tuesday?”
I nod as he trails kisses down my chin to my neck. “Of course,” I say, running my hands over his short hair. “Don’t leave any marks.”
He meets my eyes and pouts. “Are you sure?”
“My parents would kill me.”
If the admission surprises him, Sean is careful not to show it. He returns to kissing my neck, never biting hard enough to leave a hickey. I wonder what it would be like to get a hickey. That’s yet another high school tradition I never got to be a part of.
“I want you so badly, Maggie,” he says. His hands pull our hips against each other. Once again, I can feel just how true his statement is. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
No one has ever called me beautiful before. “I want you, too.”
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Maggie,” Sean promises. “But we don’t have the time right now, and your first experience shouldn’t be in a dressing room.”
This time, I pout. “You didn’t drag me in here just to kiss me, did you?”
He smirks. “Of course not. I didn’t say we couldn’t do anything right now. Just not the big thing.”
It’s sweet that he’s considering how I might feel about losing my virginity in a dressing room. As tempted as I am to say screw it and screw him right here, I know he’s right. I’ll be happy with whatever he’s willing to give me for now.
“Make me feel good, then, Sean.”
“Sit,” he orders. Sean kneels in front of me on the hard floor and expertly removes my panties for the second time in less than a week. “You smell so good, Maggie. Sweet like sugar.”
Sean kisses my thighs slowly. Unlike our last experience together, he’s taking his time, even though we don’t have much of it.
“I could still taste you for hours after our last meeting. It was almost enough to tide me over until I got to taste you again.”
“Please, Sean,” I beg as his kisses get closer to my center. “I need to feel you.”
Finally, his lips make contact with my most sensitive spot, and I nearly come right then. “That’s it, darling, enjoy it. Let yourself feel it all.”
“I feel it,” I pant, squirming under his attention. “It feels so good.”
He sucks my bud between his lips. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Using my own hands, I’d tried to re-enact our tryst, but having the real thing is a million times better. How will I ever go back to life before this when I now know how incredible it feels?
Sean’s large fingers curl into my waiting hole. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. The dressing rooms are set apart from the sales floor, but someone could still hear me. I don’t want anyone ruining what’s about to happen.
What’s about to happen is me being pushed over a dark edge by a man for the second time in my life. “Just like that, Sean,” I say between heaving breaths. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
He quickens his pace, adding a third finger to his thrusts and licking circles around my enlarged clit.
“Oh, Sean!” I scream, unable to hold back. “I’m coming!”
He doesn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of me as waves of orgasm course through me. Sean laps up my juices with every pulse of pleasure.
“The best taste in the world,” he says as I come down from my high. “You’re incredible, Maggie.”
“So are you,” I tell him. “You make me feel alive.”
Sean grins. “I’m glad I can do that for you.”
He joins me on the bench, our thighs touching. “I have something for you, too,” I say.
His brow darts up. “Oh yeah?”
I nod. “I’ve been watching videos and practicing on my hairbrush so that we can finish what we started on Tuesday.”
Sean groans. “You’re killing me, Maggie.”
I fall to my knees in front of him. “I want you to feel as good as I do right now.”
This time, I take the initiative and remove his belt and pants, tossing them to the side with his shoes. His cock stands up to say hello, just like it did on Tuesday.
“I read that a blow job doesn’t just include the mouth,” I explain quietly. “The hands are just as important.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmhmm. So when I wrap my mouth around you, I should do the same with my hand.”
His tip pops easily into my wide-open lips. I get him nice and wet and spread the moisture along his cock with my hand, applying steady pressure as I go. Sean closes his eyes and groans. “That’s it, darling. You’re a natural.”
I keep this up for a while, taking his cock deep in my throat. Yesterday, I learned how to stop my gag reflex so that I can take Sean farther than I did before. He seems to like it because his fingers tangle in my hair with every inch I swallow.
When he’s well-lubricated and close, I release him from my mouth. “Another thing I learned is that the penis isn’t the only part I should pay attention to.”
“No?” he asks, moving my hair from my eyes. “What else should you pay attention to?”
“Well, apparently, guys like it when you play with their balls. Apparently,” I continue, wetting my mouth, “they like it when you suck on them.”
I pull one of them between my lips and suck before popping it back out. Sean looks about ready to explode, so I repeat the gesture with the other one. “Do you like that, Sean? Was the internet right?”
“The internet taught you well, darling,” he says, panting. “Keep that up, and I’ll come quickly.”
“Good,” I tell him. “We don’t have much time, and Roger could be back any second…”
I focus my attention back on his cock, taking it down my throat again. This time, I alternate between squeezing his base with my hand and fondling his balls. The different sensations coax incredible sounds from Sean’s lips.
“Darling, I’m so close. Keep going, just like that.”
His wish is my command. I bob my head up and down on his gorgeous cock until he holds me in position and thrusts upward as jets of hot come line the back of my throat. I swallow it up.
When he’s finished, Sean pulls me up for a kiss. I settle on his lap, hyper-aware there’s nothing between my pussy and his cock. If time weren’t against us right now, I would let him…
“I’d like to see you outside of this dressing room,” Sean says. “Is that okay?”
“You mean, like a date?”
He chuckles. “That’s exactly what I mean. So, what do you say?”
I grin. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
Sean returns my smile. “Excellent. How about tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night sounds perfect. I look forward to it.”
We kiss for a while longer, but Sean does need to leave. I put my clothes back on and bring his newly measured suits to the back while he gets dressed and disappears out the front. We exchange numbers before he leaves.
I have another hour left of work, but what I really want to do is call Jenna. I have a date tomorrow night!
I have a date tomorrow night, I think, my mind starting to panic. How am I going to explain this to my parents?
I’m not, that’s how. I don’t know what I’m going to tell them, but they can’t find out the truth. If they
know it’s a date, they will never let me go.
The idea of lying to my parents makes my stomach hurt, but I have no choice. I want to go out with Sean, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make that happen.
Even if I turn into a pumpkin when the evening is over.
10
Sean
Maggie is sitting on the stoop when I pull up to her apartment building. Her pale blue dress is astonishing, falling to her knees with a neckline that shows just enough cleavage to make my pants a bit tight.
“Hi,” she greets me when I climb from the car. “Thanks for picking me up.”
“Of course, but I would have come to the door.”
She glances behind her and shrugs. “It was no trouble to wait outside, really.”
“Okay. Well, shall we go, then?”
Maggie smiles. “Yes! Let’s go.”
I open the back door of the town car for her, and she climbs in gracefully. Once she’s safely in, I jog to the other side and return to my seat.
“I’ve never been in a town car before!” she exclaims. “This is exciting.”
I take her hand. “It’s much easier than driving around yourself.”
“Oh, well, I usually take the subway to get around. Or I walk. I’m a big fan of walking.”
She looks out the window, her cheeks red.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” I tell her. “It’s refreshing to see your excitement.”
This coaxes a smile from her as she squeezes my hand. “Thank you. So, where are we going?”
“I thought we’d go to my favorite restaurant in the city. Do you like Italian food?”
She giggles. “I do. Just don’t order me calamari.”
I wrinkle my brow. “I would do no such thing.”
“Sorry, I know that. My friend was telling me about a date she had where he was horrible, and he ordered food for her. To make matters worse, she’s been a vegetarian since she was twelve, and he ordered calamari for her!”
“I promise not to order food on your behalf. I assume you are capable of making your own choices, and I would never want to take that away from you.”