All he wanted was to be fitted for a suit. He did not realize that a custom fitting involved so much. He was not complaining because he was enjoying the sights she had to offer him every time she bent over to make her notes. When she finished with his arm length and his chest and waist measurement, she moved to face him and put her note pad on a little shelf by the door.

His cock was in full erection and straining against the material of his shorts. She had brushed against it a couple of times by accident, he thought. Up till now, everything was okay except for the fact he was so hot.

"Are you all right?" she asked. "You seem a little flushed," she said as if in passing.

"I could use a drink of water," he stated.

He watched as she moved to the bottle of water she had given him earlier. The move of her hips added to the memory of what he had seen when she bent over to make her notes. He watched her as she walked to the chair. She moved to the side, and as she bent over, he was sure her breasts were going to pop out of her blouse. They hung so majestically and he was disappointed when she stood up. They seemed to settle back where they originally were.

She brought the bottle back to him, unscrewed the top and slowly handed it to him. It seemed everything she did was seductive. He took a long drink as he enjoyed seeing the tops of her breasts in front of him. He handed her back the bottle which she set on the shelf with her pad.

She stood in front of him with her tape measure to measure his shoulder width. When she stretched her arms wide, her breasts seemed to shift in her blouse. As she moved to the one side to read the tape, she pushed her breasts against his chest and rubbed them across it as she moved to his side.

His knees felt weak, and he almost collapsed as he felt her lower body brush against his cock as she moved to read the numbers on the tape.

"That does it for the shirt and the jacket, now we need to get measurements for your pants," she stated.

The first thing he thought of was his erection. There would be no hiding it. She wrote more numbers down on her pad then returned to stand in front of him.

"Oh, dear, I put the waist measurement on the wrong place. I'm sorry but I'll have to retake it to be sure it was right. Do you mind?" she asked.

He could not answer, but she did not wait for one. With tape measure in hand, she got on her knees in front of him. As she reached around him to grab the one end, her breasts encased his cock perfectly. She pushed her body closer onto his cock as she fumbled with the tape. Dropping the end, instead of pulling it up, she bent over to the side to retrieve it. The mirror in front of him displayed her ass covered only by her black hose.

Her mini skirt had again ridden up as she stretched to the side, revealing a beautiful round ass. This time he got a close up view with her right in front of him. There was no underwear to hide the form. Then she did the unthinkable. She moved a little more to the side. As she did, she moved her one leg out to balance herself as she reached behind him to get the tape she dropped.

Her black hose barely disguised her pussy as the spread of her legs revealed the lips that led to paradise.