Suits You, Sir

While refolding leather pants, stacked on a shelf in a fashionable London clothing store, Tim, a young male shop-assistant, glances up to see a customer standing in the aisle. It’s Fred, a slightly overweight taxi-driver from Hull, who has a long red velvet evening dress draped over one arm and a white fluffy jumper under the other.  He’s looking a bit lost. 

‘Can I help you, sir?’ asks Tim.  

‘Oh, yes please,’ says Fred, ‘I’d like to try these on, but I can’t find the changing rooms.’

Tim glances at the dress, then the jumper, then back at Fred before saying,  ‘Certainly sir. Over there, to the right of the cashier’s desk.’

‘Aaah. Thanks,’  says Fred,  with a smile he’s hoping will conceal his nerves. 

He arrives at a changing booth, and pulls back the curtain. Perfect, he thinks. 

A large full-length mirror covers the entire wall on one side.  On the opposite wall is a line of hooks and beneath them a slim bench. Fred pulls the curtain closes, hangs up the long red dress and sits on the bench with the jumper on his lap. It’s wrapped in a delightfully soft, clear plastic bag which he caresses gently with his fingers. He stares at his reflection in the mirror. His heart beats fast. His mouth is dry. He puts the jumper down on the bench beside him and turns to the red dress hanging beside him, which is also inside a clear plastic protective bag.  He leans towards it until the soft plastic is against his cheek.  He closes his eyes for moment while he savours the touch of the plastic against this skin. And that faint plastic smell. He loves that too. Then he looks across at the lump his cock is making in the front of his jeans. Fred has been planning this for some time. Unable to resist a moment longer, he starts to undress. 

Once naked, he removes the red evening dress from the long clear plastic bag. He drops the dress and the hanger onto the floor, enlarges the hole at the top end of the bag, lifts the bag over his head and pushes his head through so the entire bag is gathered around his neck.  He pulls out the jumper from the small rectangular plastic bag and drops the jumper onto the floor. He turns to face himself in the mirror, slips the plastic bag over his head, picks up a sock and ties it around his neck so both of the plastic bags are secured tightly. Then he lowers his arms so the soft clear plastic cascades down to the floor and he’s completely enveloped. He sits back down. His cock is very stiff. The plastic brushing against the tip is so very arousing and he cannot resist caressing it with his fingers.  Soon he is moaning quietly in a state of horny delight.  He stares at his naked self, completely wrapped in soft, glass-clear plastic, gazes in wonderment at the plastic bag sealed over his head, expanding and contracting as his breathing becomes more intense. 

The curtain swishes open and Tim stands in the doorway. He clocks Fred sitting on the bench, wrapped in plastic, horny as fuck, and looking up at him through the clear plastic bag. Tim swishes the curtain closed behind him, then with a cheeky grin he says,  

’Ooooo, I say, they really suit you, sir. A perfect size and shape…  And I get the impression you like them too sir…. ‘

Fred freezes for a moment.

‘No , please carry on, sir. Don’t let me disturb you, sir.’

Tim is about to leave the booth then changes his mind. 

‘Perhaps I might help?’

He unzips his fly and pulls out his own stiff tool. Fred fixes his eyes on it immediately and starts jerking off again.  Moments later he slips down onto his knees so Tim’s cock is closer to his face.  Together they start to rub their cocks with glee and reckless abandon and soon after they both ejaculate.  Tim’s jizz splashes over Fred’s plastic covered face and Fred shoots a massive load inside the plastic sack.  With a deep and satisfying sigh, Tim wipes his cock on his handkerchief, slips it back into his trousers, and leaves the booth without saying a word. 

Fred pulls himself up from the floor and begins to break out from his plastic skin. Despite being sticky with semen and sweat and still dazed from his own divine orgasm, Fred manages to get dressed and sneak out of the store unnoticed. 

Daniel Guy 

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