Trying on clothes in the dressing room...

Trying on clothes in the dressing
Room of Ralph Lauren
Ivo took off his slacks looking in the
3-way mirror he realized he was hard
Could it be the lovely Cuban salesgirl who
Brushed up against him in the
Sales aisle? Could it be the hot balmy
Afternoon that made his clothes heavy
And the back of his neck moist?
Can't Ralph Lauren afford an air
Conditioner? Or maybe it was
The theme song from
Dr zhivago filling the store the thought of
Julie Christie never failed to arouse him in
Any case he stood hеlpless and hard, his
Boxer shorts protruding like a
Pup tеnt he felt
Like buying a new pair of chinos but
For some reason he ended up in the
Dressing room with everything
But linen jackets, denim shirts and
A wonderful leather belt he took his time
Unbuttoning his shirt staring into the mirror
He caught himself smiling suddenly, the Cuban
Salesgirl was near the dressing room
Calling to him "Do you need any help?" it
Seemed like a trick question her
Voice was deep and throaty like something
Was caught in it "Oh dear
" Ivo said to himself he
Was tempted to answer the
Question in a most lascivious manner
But instead he said
"The shirts are awfully big
I'd like to try a size 38"
Off she went on a hunt
Leaving a trail of Giorgio behind
Her cheap perfume always aroused
Him he believed that
Cheap cologne smelled luxurious on
People with dark
Skin ivo had lost all interest in trying
On clothes standing in his boxer shorts
He found himself dizzy from the humidity
And the lurid scent so
He sat down and considered
Masturbating while watching
Himself in the mirror maybe he
Could do it before the salesgirl came
Back she didn't seem to
Be in a hurry the idea of
Her walking in as he ejaculated
Made him even harder he stared at
The belt he had chosen
Lying on the floor he liked it but he
Didn't want to buy it belts reminded him
Of his father suddenly her voice was
At the door again "I have
Your size 38 are you decent?"
"Oh if only you knew
" he said to himself without
Thinking he told her
To come in she opened the door nervously and
Seeing him sitting there flushed and dreamy
She
Tried to avoid looking in his eyes or below
His waist "It's very hot in here
I wish they'd fix the
Air conditioner" Her words hung in
The air he didn't
Respond he just sat there staring at her she
Didn't move but clutched the size 38 to her
Breast ivo could hear her
Breathing he noticed
She was wearing an ankle bracelet
With little red stones
That must have been glass her perfect brown
Toes peeked out of her sandals he wanted to
Lick them "Aren't you feeling well?" she
Asked "I think the heat is getting to me
" he lied "Put your hand
On my forehead and tell me if I
Have a fever" She stepped forward
Balling the crisp shirt up in one hand
And reaching out to his forehead with the
Other she touched his skin slightly and
Felt a definite heat but couldn't tell who it
Belonged to her hand
Moved without instruction, first to cheek
Then his neck, to report on the
Temperature there "It's hard to tell
'cause it's so hot
In this place but I think you're normal"
"Oh" He sounded disappointed "I hope not
" he prayed to himself he stared at her
Fly for a long time then slowly
He reached out and touched the Y
Formed by her legs and crotch
She didn't flinch but stood there
Crushing the shirt into a
Tight ball he pushed his finger in
And out of the Y
And felt moisture there without warning
She dropped to her knees
Letting the shirt fall from her
Hands her face came
To rest on his lap and he stroked
Her cheek she wore no makeup and her head
Was beautifully shaped she had
The most magnificent
Mouth and it's proximity to his erection
Tormented him as if she were
Reading his mind, her hand went into
The leg of his shorts, found
His cock, and slid it through his open
Fly into her mouth he
Watched her suck her nostrils flared as
Her lips pulled on him
Sending him far away shopping never felt so
Good he noticed the door was
Open a crack but he made no
Move to close it he was
Transfixed by this dark haired Loita
Who worked on him effortlessly
So innocently he had no reason to mistrust
Her looking up at him with
Her lazy brown eyes
She made him feel drunk she
Held the base of his cock with one
Hand and his balls with the other
And through the strains of "Lara's Theme"
He heard little sucking sounds
Sometimes he played with her hair
And sometimes he used
His hands to guide her mouth on
Him her mouth her mouth
Was genius she knew what she
Was doing and she did
It ivo caught himself in the mirror
And noticed how his face
Glistened with sweat "You're beautiful, "
He said out loud
Not quite sure how he was talking
To suddenly he felt as
If he would explode he threw
His head back and moaned
"Oh yes, you are so beautiful
" as his blood rushed to the base
Of his spine he heard his own
Heart pounding in his ears his hands
Massaged the back of her neck
As she sucked faster and
Faster and faster the
Dam broke and his come shot out of
Him in spasms
In beautiful wrenching spasms she
Did not swallow it, but, half smiling
She let it run out of her mouth like a child
Spilling milk "Lourdes
Where are you? I need you to
Help some customers" A stern
Matronly voice came out of nowhere
She jumped up and
Wiped her mouth with the size 38 "You'll
Have to buy the shirt now i
Have to get back to work" "Is
Your name Lourdes?" he asked "Yes
But my friends call me Luli" She
Straightened herself and checked her
Face in the mirror
Perfectly content with what she
Saw he saw she
Was simple and envied her he wanted
To know her he wanted to buy her
A hot dog or a big soft
Pretzel "Can I take you to lunch?" he
Asked "Oh, you don't owe me anything
" she replied "Besides I have a boyfriend"
With that she turned
And was gone, yelling over her shoulder
"You can pay up front"