I was anxious. My heart raced as I opened one of the double doors to enter. My eyes blinked and squinted, adjusting to the dim light, as my mind strained to remember the instructions given me over the phone.
I looked to the left down the hallway, two red lights solidly lit above each of the first two doors and another one blinking above the third. No. That wasn't the way; it was to the right. I remembered and turned as I felt each heartbeat thumping in my chest.
The hallway appeared endless as each step took me deeper, possibly trapping me if I needed to escape. Finally, the sign I was looking for was The Fitting Room. The letters fading and peeling. The brass doorknob is polished and loose from possibly thousands of hands that had turned it before me.
Hesitantly, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. My eyes were flooded with the bright lights as I slowly walked in. The door closed with a heavy bang jolting my stance and that's when I saw her.
Like a goddess in the light, but she was no angel. I felt my blood rushing to my cock. It grew with each step she took towards me. Her strut gave me palpitations. Her cowboy hat matched the long brown hair that flowed from under it. Her smile was broad with dimples on either side. Her large bosoms stretched the buttons of her plaid shirt tucked neatly into her low-rise jeans held up by a belt with a large buckle featuring a pistol on each side of the silhouette of a seated sexy woman. The tight jeans molded to her figure, revealing a gap between her thighs.
"Hi, you must be Tom?" she said as her gaze traversed down my body, pausing at the bulge of my crotch. "Is it your first time? It's alright to be excited," she continued speaking before her gaze went to my face again.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked, blushing in embarrassment.
"Come on," she said, clasping my hand in hers, leading me across the room through a slatted double-swinging green door. A single wood chair sat in the middle of the room that she led me to. "Sit," she commanded.
I did as she asked, my face in line with her bust, causing me to forget how to breathe. Her left leg pushed between mine, forcing them open, and then stood between my legs, looking down at me.
She giggled as she openly stared at my obvious excitement, then looking directly into my eyes, she said, "Let's get you measured to ensure we get a good fit."
My cock jerked in the confines of my jeans, momentarily catching her attention again. She bent slightly towards me, positioning her breasts an inch from my face as she reached into her back pocket and extracted a flexible measure.
I sucked in a long breath as she placed the end of the measure against my head. I inhaled sharply as she ran her fingers along the measure and then held it in the air.