I was walking in New York City running errands and went into a very small, men's clothing store on Columbus Avenue. The store carries nice, affordable clothes from a French clothing designer and was having a 50% off sale.

I entered the store and picked up a shirt when I heard (and then saw) the store clerk, a late 30s-something woman. She asked me what size I wear and told me that most of the store's clothing was subject to the discount. She was the only one working there and I was the only customer. I noted that she was pretty, French, and wearing a loose, large T-shirt, that left me wondering whether she was wearing a bra. She was cute and sexy.

Snapping back to being interactive, I told her I wear a Large usually, and she said, "You look like it, you have a good shape and I think that is the right size for you." She brought me some shirts to look at and I liked a couple and decided to try them on.

There were only two dressing rooms, both small and covered only by a heavy, hanging curtain that was difficult to move. I was only trying on the shirts, so I didn't care whether the room was fully covered. I could see people on the street pass by while I tried semi-successfully to close the curtain.

I tried on some shirts and noticed that she had taken to folding clothes on the table just outside of the dressing room, so when she looked up as she spoke to me, she could see into my room and see at least half of me. I went in and out a couple of times trying on shirts and summer sweaters and asking her opinion. She was helpful and complimentary. She asked me if I wanted to try on any pants, shorts, or jeans and so I came out to look at some. Their pants are in European sizes so we were guessing at the right size. I am a little taller than 5"11' and weigh about 178 pounds and have a 32-inch waist. She pulled out some size 42s and 44s and I took them in the dressing room. I found myself feeling excited to try these on since the curtain would be partially open and she would be able to see in if she wanted to. It was all very unplanned (the self-exposure), which made the situation very exciting.

As I had hoped, she was able to see in when she was standing in the same spot as before. I changed out of my long, oversized cargo shorts into a size 42 pair of blue shorts. The shorts were great, but a little tight in the legs, but the waist was fine. But my underwear (I wear stretchy cotton boxer briefs, so they're tight but not ultra thin) were bunching up. Nevertheless, I was semi-hard from the erotic nature of half-changing in front of her. I came out and she saw the shorts and thought they looked fine, but understood that I thought they were too tight. I wondered if she could see the outline of my half hard cock through the tight, stretchy shorts. My cock was clearly visible when I saw myself in the mirror, but I pretended there was nothing unusual happening. I went back in and changed in and out of some more shorts.

She remained standing outside the room about 4 feet away and could clearly see that my cock was long and thick in my briefs as she talked to me. I didn't hide it but I made sure to turn toward her so that she could see it if she wanted to. I feigned trying to close the curtain more out of modesty, but I failed miserably at doing so. Which was good. I was so turned on by now, but there was little I could do otherwise - the front door of the store was open, people could wander in suddenly, there were no other rooms in the store and they shared a backdoor with the coffee/tea place next door. So it was just me, the dressing room, and this very cute, very sexy French woman.

And my thick, hardening, 7" 1/2' long cock. I was so turned on.

So while I was essentially modeling the last pair of tight pants for her, I wondered aloud if I should try on the tight blue shorts again. She thought I should, since they really did look good. But I knew that the only way they would fit right was if I had a thin pair of bikini underwear (like short briefs made of thin stretchy fabric). Or if I went commando.

So commando it was. I went back in, pulled the curtain a little and kicked off the pants and then my boxer briefs. I was standing in the dressing room with my cock at half-mast, with that inverted bend it gets before it gets really hard. I wasn't sure if she was looking at that moment, so I slipped on the blue shorts. They fit perfectly well, except for the obvious outline of my hard cock. I could see the ridges of my cock head through the shorts. It was unmissable.

I went out and stood in front of her. My voice was shaking from excitement and nervousness and arousal. I said that the problem with the shorts was I would have a hard time with typical underwear. She said, "Well, you could go ... what do guys call it, 'commando?' in them." My cock got harder. I said, "Oh, well actually I did take off my briefs - they were bunching up," while I stood there in front of her with my cock outlined neatly by the tight, but comfortable shorts. I was so aroused and my voice was shaking. It was crazy and awesome. I can't overemphasize how many people were walking by on the street. I loved it.

She continued to compliment how I looked in the shorts saying that most men can't wear slim fit clothes but they were working on me because I have the right body type. We talked more about underwear ("You could wear a thong bikini," she said at one point). At that point I thought I could feel some pre-cum between my cock-head and the shorts. I was so terribly turned on.

Finally I went back in to change and left the curtain more open and she stood where she had been before - where she could see in. I unbuttoned the summer shirt I had been trying on and then peeled off the shorts. I turned toward the opening in the curtain as I folded the shorts, so that, essentially, I was completely naked, standing there with a hard cock for her to look at. I didn't see her look at it or me overtly, but at some point, even if she were trying to avoid seeing me, she would have had to end up looking at me, and seeing my cock, as she moved around the clothing table. It was one of the hottest moments I have ever experienced in public.

I finally got dressed and bought the shirt I had been trying on (she seemed surprised and disappointed I wasn't buying more, but I wanted to have reasons to return and buy other items in the future and to see her again). I stayed for a bit and talked with her some more.

Stutteringly, I asked whether they had a bathroom, but she said it was inappropriate (I think she meant the bathroom was a mess because I hadn't asked or said anything sexual at all to her at that point and hadn't been hinting at anything). Regardless, there was nowhere I or we could have gone, and she was the only employee in the store with the open front door. She took my contact info so the store could email me with new sales and other spam opportunities. I was so turned on and obviously flustered at that point, I would have given her my social security number and mother's maiden name. It was taking me forever to leave and to say goodbye, but then another customer came in, so I split. But I'll be back.