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Thinking about how he let me touch his chest and later kissed me, I realized I might never get a second chance at this. My pulse beat loudly, rhythmically ‘no regrets, no regrets’. Pulling the measuring tape out again I brought it up his inseam, but then slowly moved my hand over the bulge in his pants like it was the most normal thing to do.

“Does that need to be measured to?” He asked playfully.

“Yes, as a matter of fact it does,” I said, glad to finally feel like my old self again. “Its the latest innovation in tailoring. You can read about it in GQ.” Or more likely Dear Penthouse, I thought forcing myself to keep a straight face.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and innocent as I tried to act like I believed every word I told him as my hand traveled the length of his manhood, surprised by its size.

“I believe I read about that.” He winked as he grinned at me. “But I think you’re doing it wrong, I believe the tailor is supposed to be more hands on. You know, for a proper fit.”

The playfulness from before suddenly became mischievous. Without missing a beat, Will unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped as I sat back on my heels waiting to see how far this would go and excited to see it. I couldn’t wait to see how daring my Mr. Sexy was.

I caught a glimpse of light grey cotton boxer briefs. Then his hand reached under the waistband. I held my breath in anticipation.

“Deborah!” Sara called from the cash register. “Did you take the measuring tape? I always keep one here for emergencies.”

I turned towards her voice, annoyed even more at her presence but hoping she wouldn’t come back into the fitting area.

“Never mind! I found it,” she yelled before I could answer her.

“Now where were we?” I said as I turned back to Will but he was gone. “Dammit! Where’d he go?”

I ran into the dressing rooms but they were empty. Entering the suit department I looked for his tall figure, but saw nothing except Sara.

“Hey Sara, did you see that customer from earlier? The one who asked for me?”

“Oh you mean the one you stole from me? No, not since you whisked him away. Why?”

“No reason. Just asking.”

I wasn’t about to tell her what happened. Quickly making my way through the department I kept an eye out for his dark hair and muscular body, but didn’t see anything. I could have called security since he was wearing a very expensive suit, but I didn’t want him to come back because he had to. I wanted him to come back because he wanted to, like he did earlier. I’d just have to wait for that happen again. If it happened again.





Chapter Six

Deborah



A week had passed since Mr. Sexy left me anxious to see his unwrapped package. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I fantasized about what might have happened next if there was no one in the store at all except for the two of us. Each day dragged by as I waited for him to return, my measuring tape close at hand.

“Why so glum?” Dianna asked as I arrived at work that morning.

“Just missing Mr. Sexy.”

“He still a no-show?”

“Yeah, not since he tried on that suit,” I said intentionally leaving out anything else that happened between us. “I doubt he’ll be back. Its such a shame too, he was so hot!”

She giggled then pat my back as she gave me a mock-sympathetic look. “Well at least you’ll be busy. Today’s your interview for the design contest, right?”

“Yes, at 11. Do I look ok? They’ll be judging what I’m wearing as much as my portfolio.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Relax, you always look great.”

Knowing it was an important day, I wore one of my favorite designs—a long, plum silk jersey halter dress with a keyhole opening to show off my cleavage. I designed the dress so whoever wore it could show as little or as much as they wanted without the keyhole being obvious when closed.

Below the keyhole, I hand ruched a thick waist band which gave me the appearance of an hourglass silhouette. One of the nice things about designing my own clothes was nothing ever fit me right in stores. I was always too short, too round, too everything. So making my own designs gave me the ability to custom fit clothes to my body.

As I waited for my interview time to arrive, I noticed every man who walked past the suit department. Sometimes my breath would catch when I saw a man I thought was Will, but it never was.

Maybe I took things too far. I began to scold myself for acting so slutty, but I really didn’t regret it. Those minutes with my Mr. Sexy were the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time.

Riding the elevator to the corporate floor, I resigned myself to give up. He had no reason to come back to the store, there were plenty of other high end department stores with chubby girls he could flirt with. For all I knew it was just a game. It meant nothing and he was just pushing to see how far I would take it.