John Picks Up His New Swimsuit

This is a continuation of the first story, so it will make a little more sense if you read "John's New Swimsuit". That being said, do what you want, I'm not your boss.

It was a pretty uneventful week for John since his incident buying his swimsuit. John just couldn't get Rachel out of his head, or the two girls who caught him on his way back to the changing room. It was the most embarrassing moment of John's life, but it might have also been the most exciting. He couldn't help but get hard thinking about it. John wasn't sure what this said about him. That was a question he was struggling with now. The more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that he must have been exaggerating some of it in his mind. Rachel was just being really thorough, she wasn't trying to anything. She was very attractive and John had convinced himself that it was just wishful thinking that she wanted to see him naked. He was just another customer.

The day had arrived where John was supposed to pick up his altered swimsuit. He was nervous about it the night before, so he had not slept particularly well. He woke up with a raging erection, but he didn't want to take care of it because he always seemed more obsessed with sex after masturbating and he didn't want to make this trip sexual. It was just an errand he had to run. Rachel was just doing her job. As if summoning her, Rachel called as he thought to himself.

"Hello?" John answered a little hesitantly.

"Hi, John! It's Rachel. Your suit is ready and I want to make sure you come in today to pick it up." Rachel said excitedly.

"Um, yeah, I was planning on coming in today." John replied. 'Wow she sure must love her job.'

"OK, make sure that you do. I think you're going to like the modifications," Rachel quickly replied.

The whole ride in John kept telling himself, 'You can do this. Don't get too excited. She is just an employee doing her job. A hot employee. A really hot employee. No! Stop! Just pick up your suit and leave. Easy peasy.'

John finally arrived at the store and made his way back to the changing room counter where Rachel worked. When he saw Rachel he couldn't believe it, he must have ridiculous with his mouth hanging open. Rachel was wearing a tiny white crop top, that didn't cover her belly button. From the hint of color John could see around her nipples, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. And her shorts! They were tiny daisy duke denim shorts that looked like they barely covered her ass, and he could see that straps of a thong visible above the waistline. 'They have a really laid back dress code here,' John thought to himself as he approached.

"John, glad you could make it!" Rachel greeted him with a smile. "This should fit you much better so there are no accidents like last time!" She has a professional smile on her face, but John thought he saw something in her eyes that made him wary.

"Yeah, thanks. I'll let you know if I need it to be adjusted any more after I wear it," John hastily said while reaching for the suit.

Rachel quickly moved the suit just out of his reach, "Nonsense! I can't have you leaving until we know it fits. Besides, I think it came out really well and I want to see how pleased you are with it. Just do me a favor and try it on really quick." John wasn't sure but he thought she squeezed her arms together as she was saying this, accentuating her breasts.

Not wanting to disappoint her John conceded, "Yeah, I have some time. I guess I can try it on quickly."

Rachel led the way to the changing room to unlock it, and John couldn't take his eyes off her ass. The way her shorts rode up with every step was mesmerizing. He was also a sucker for a visible thong, and he was getting pretty turned on.

'C'mon John, don't start this!' he said willing himself not to get hard.

They finally arrived at the changing room and John stepped inside and closed the door. After stripping naked, John picked up the suit and was a little surprised. He hadn't noticed before, probably because he was ogling Rachel, but it seemed smaller than before.

'I thought she was going to be adding fabric,' John thought to himself.

He tugged the suit up and was actually surprised to find that there was a little room in the crotch, despite him being semi-hard. But the back felt off. The swimsuit was a thong, but as John turned around to look into the mirrors, he was horrified. If the old suit was a thong, this was more like a g-string.

'Did they cut the back shorter to add material in the front? That's not how things work, right?' John wasn't familiar with sewing, but if that's what they did it seemed crazy to him. Although it would save them money on extra fabric...

John's confusion was interrupted by Rachel's voice calling into him, "Well? How does it fit? Do you love it?"

"It's fine, I guess," John replied not wanting to hurt her feelings.

"You don't sound too sure, John," Rachel immediately replied. "Come on out so I can see it, I want to make sure everything is perfect."

This was the moment of truth. 'I am really going to go out there?' He questioned himself. 'Well, I guess it couldn't be any worse than last time, besides, that was all in your head. She's not into you. Grow up. You can do it, John'

As he stepped out of the dressing room, he could feel a drop of sweat forming on his back. Despite how uncomfortable he was, he was still half hard and struggling to stay only half hard. Rachel's eyes were glued to the slight bulge in his suit.

"As long as you're here, let's use the good mirrors and lights again, we want to make sure everything is perfect," Rachel said.

"I don't think..." John started to argue, but Rachel was already moving out into the store. John just followed her, trying not to stare at her ass too much but failing. He could already feel himself getting harder.

'I do plan on wearing this out in public, if I can't even make it to the mirrors, this suit isn't going to work,' John told himself. Maybe this was actually a good idea.

They finally got to the mirrors and John was already feeling embarrassed and very aroused. he felt like a slight breeze might give him a full blown erection. "OK," Rachel started, "let's make sure everything fits correctly." Rachel started to check the fit of the suit. She pulled at the waist to make sure it wasn't too tight. Her hand then started to move along the suit down towards his thigh.

"Does this feel OK?" Rachel asked.

John just nodded his head, using all his concentration to not get an erection.

Rachel's hands made it to his inner thighs, just brushing his balls. "How about here? Is it too tight?" Rachel asked gleefully.

"No, it's fine," John answered quickly. His cock throbbed as it grew from Rachel's touch. John was sure Rachel could see what happened as he was almost fully hard now.

"And what about here? This is where we had problems last time," Rachel asked as she gently touched John's shaft. Her hand lightly and lazily moved along his shaft as she waited for his answer. She did this all like it was a normal part of her job.

John struggled to control his voice as he responded, "A little tight."

"And is it going to... pop out?" Rachel's face was full of a faux innocence as she made eye contact with John. "I have to ask after what happened last time." Rachel's hand was still moving up and down his shaft as they talked.

"Actually, it don't think it is!" John said full of surprise. He was fully hard, and he was contained.

"Well, we need to make sure," Rachel said, her voice full of fake concern. "I don't want you leaving with a suit that is not going to fit your needs. As long as you're here, let's check."

"How..." John started to ask but he stopped mid sentence as Rachel reached down with one hand and cupped his balls. With her other hand she was stroking his shaft through the suit. She was basically giving him a handjob right in the middle of the store.

"This might seem a bit... unorthodox," Rachel started to explain, "but we need to make sure that the suit is going to fit, even if you get fully... excited." Rachel continued to move her hand up and down his shaft.

If John wasn't sure if he was hard before, he definitely was now. He was as hard as he had ever remembered being. The thrill of being touched like this in public by one of the hottest girls he had ever seen was incredible. He looked around the store and noticed a few people giving them a glance, but Rachel was so close to him it was hard to see exactly what was happening.

Rachel continued to work John's cock, she was using one hand to grip his shaft and stroke up and down while her other hand made small circles over his sensitive head. John could see her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt and John was frozen. He couldn't speak. He felt like he was in some kind of a trance, unable to do anything but gently pump his hips back and forth to meet Rachel's hands. Rachel's eyes never left his as she stroked him slowly.

Suddenly, Rachel stopped and let go of John. "OK, how is that?"

John took a second to gather his senses, "What do you mean?"

"Well," Rachel said in a whisper, "are you fully... hard?" She said the last word like she was embarrassed to say it, as if she wasn't just stroking him a few seconds earlier.

"I... guess. Yeah," was all that John could say. He was still in shock.

"I don't know..." Rachel replied, unconvinced. "It's hard to tell like this."

"Huh?" was all that John could say before Rachel reached over and quickly pulled down the front of the g-string, completely exposing his raging erection and balls to the cool air of the store.

"Sorry, John," Rachel started to explain with a huge smile on her face, "but every time I've seen or touched an erect cock, it has been skin on skin, out in the open. I just couldn't tell with the material in the way." Rachel once again reach out and grasped John's cock with both hands. She used both hands on his shaft this time, slowly moving both hands up and down his shaft.

John's mind raced, trying to process what was happening. 'Is she really jacking me off? In the middle of the store? But her reasoning made sense. Why would she know what an erect cock feels like through clothes? She was just being thorough. Yeah, going above and beyond. Definitely.'

John's thoughts were interrupted as Rachel started to twist one of her hands around his sensitive cockhead. She now started doing this every time her hands got to the top of his cock.

"Rachel," John gasped, barely able to talk. "I'm pretty sure I'm hard now. You can stop." He had to fight now to pump his cock in and out of her hands.

"I don't know," Rachel said as she let go of him. "I'm still not sure, let's try one more thing."

Before John knew it, she had a small bottle of lube out and was squirting some in her hand. 'Where did that come from?' John thought. That thought was quickly dismissed as a lighting bolt went straight through his cock and into his brain as Rachel started jacking him off again, this time with lube. She was moving much faster now, pumping him with both hands with a sense of purpose.

"I don't want you to get irritated while I make sure that your suit fits perfectly," Rachel purred as she moved her hands up and down.

John looked around the store and noticed people were definitely watching now. There was no hiding what was happening. It wasn't a large crowd, only four people for now. They had all stopped and stared, with one woman even getting her phone out to record. Another pair of women, where whispering to each other while staring intently. If this went on much longer the crowd would only grow. John's cock jumped at the thought of a crowd of people watching him. As he looked around, he also noticed the mirrors. he could see himself in three mirrors, and he could see Rachel's amazing ass in her tiny shorts. The sight of him getting jacked off, Rachel's ass, and the people watching were getting to him.

"Rachel," John grunted, "I'm going to..."

"I know, John," Rachel interrupted. "I've got you." And with that Rachel let go of John and carefully put him back into his suit.

"I know you must be fully hard if you were about to cum," Rachel said matter of factly. "And look at that, you fit into the suit!"

John looked down and Rachel was right. He was inside of the pouch. The pouch was stretched out and tenting obscenely, but he was inside. The material did nothing to hide the shape of his cock, and he was sure he could even see his veins through the suit. The lube was not helping as it made sure the suit was glued to him like a second skin.

"Thanks," John said with all the sincerity that he could muster.

"You're all set," Rachel said. "The suit looks great!"

Not knowing what else to do, John just walked back to the changing room. On his way his mind was racing. 'What the hell was that? She just jerked me off in the middle of the store, but she made it seem so... normal.' John was very confused.

John got back into the changing room and shut the door, eager to change back into his clothes. He reached for the hook with his shorts on them, but he got nothing but air. His heart sank and he looked around. His clothes were gone, all that was there were his keys and wallet, sitting on the bench.

"Rachel!" John called out in a panic.

"Yeah?" Rachel called into the changing room, "Is everything OK?"

John poked his head out of the door, "Someone stole my clothes!"

Rachel was right outside his door now, and John thought he could see a hint of amusement on her face, "Oh no!" She said her voice full of "shock". "That's terrible. We've had a bunch of issues with theft in the changing rooms lately. Let me check with the other employees and make sure nobody picked them up."

John nodded and started to panic internally, 'What the hell am I supposed to do now. I can't go home like this! Not with this tiny g-string and a raging erection!'

Before he had more time to think Rachel chimed in, "John, you still have to pay for the suit, why don't you go check out while I figure out your clothes situation." The whole time her eyes never left his bulging erection. "I'll figure this out, I promise."

"But..." John started to argue, his cock straining against his swimsuit at the thought of being seen again.

"It's OK," Rachel said reassuringly. "You're in good hands. I'll sort this out." As she said this she put her hand on John's lower back and gave him a gentle push out of the changing room and towards the checkout line. She handed him his keys and wallet and shut the door of the changing room behind her.

John couldn't think straight, and in classic John fashion, in a panic situation he does what he's told. He made his way to the front of the store, his heart beating hard in his ears. He could feel his cock pulse with his heart beat and he knew he wouldn't be getting soft anytime soon. Customers gawked and whispered to each other as he passed by, but nobody said anything to him or made an effort to stop him. He tried to ignore the other customers as he got to the checkout, which thankfully had no line.

The cashier was a busty redhead whose store brand polo clung tightly to her tits. She had all the buttons undone and was showing a generous amount of cleavage. John noticed that her nametag read, "Nadia" but quickly realized that he was just staring at her tits. Nadia raised on eyebrow when she saw him staring at her.

As John moved to stand in front of her, his cheeks were deep red from embarrassment and his cock was bobbing out of control. Nadia almost seemed to be annoyed, but John couldn't understand why.

"Oh my," Nadia said, her voice full of mock concern. "It seems like you've forgotten something, sir."

"Yeah," John muttered, "someone stole my clothes."

"Oh, really?" Nadia said as her eyes lit up with amusement. "Someone stole your clothes and that's all you have to wear? Well, what do you want then?"

John thought he was going to die as he sheepishly gestured to the g-string he was wearing, "This. I need to buy this."

Nadia laughed, a sound that seemed to echo throughout the store. "You're buying that? So how are you going to pay?"

John held up his wallet, "With my card..."

"So let me get this straight," Nadia said skeptically. "Someone stole all your clothes but left your wallet?"

John didn't dare make eye contact, but stared at the floor and replied, "Apparently..."

"Sure, they did," Nadia said, implying that John was lying. She gave him a look that made him uncomfortable. "OK, I'll play along. I'll check you out, but you're wearing them..."

John's face flushed even more, if that was possible as he replied, "Yeah, I know. So...?"

"So..." Nadia continued, "it's store policy that every item has to be scanned. No exceptions. It's to prevent theft."

John was confused as he said, "OK..."

Nadia smiled a huge smile, "I can't scan them while you're wearing them!"

The reality of the situation finally dawned on John. "What! No!" was all he could reply.

"Yes," Nadia said with a sheepish smile. "I can't break policy."

With trembling hands, John looked down at himself. His cock was straining against the thin material, and you could practically see his cock. But that was still better than actually being naked. "Can't you just scan them from here?" John pleaded with her.

"I'd love to," Nadia said sarcastically, "but the cord is too short." And to prove her point she held up the scanner, whose cord was already stretched tight. "Sorry."

John put his hands at the side of his suit, defeated. "Isn't there anything else I can do?" he pleaded with Nadia.

"Well," Nadia leaned in and whispered conspiratorially her cleavage spilling out of the top of her shirt, "I guess I could do you a favor. You could hop up on the counter and I might be able to scan them without you having to take them off."

John just nodded and hopped up onto the counter. His cock was sticking straight up and the suit was even tighter because of how he was sitting. As he looked out he noticed a women was now in line behind him. She had on a flowing sun dress that accentuated her curves and was watching the scene unfold with a look of pure joy on her face. John felt ridiculous sitting on the counter. It's like he was now on display for everyone to see. He felt helpless.

"Hmm," Nadia said as she drank in the sight of John's almost naked ass, "I don't see a tag." Her hands starting lightly brushing John's ass looking for a tag, making John jump. "Let me see..." Nadia said as she now started openly groping John's ass.

Time seemed to slow down as Nadia's hands continued their search for a tag. They slowly roamed the sides of his suit until they arrived at the front. "Is this it?" Nadia asked as she wrapped her finger around John's shaft.

The contact sent shivers down John's spine, "Uh, no... that's not it, John said, his voice strained.

Nadia let go of John, giving him a moment of relief, only to grab his balls. Nadia gently rubbed his balls and said, "Well, it must be here somewhere."

John's mind was racing, and he had a hard time thinking straight. Nadia was touching him in front of everyone, and he could feel her tits pressed into his back as she reached around him to look for the tag. John felt Nadia's hand leave his balls and slowly trace a line up and down his shaft, her fingernails making light contact. He finally was able to blurt out, "That's... that's not... it's not... the tag." John could feel his orgasm building quickly. He was still extremely aroused from trying on his suit. But he was determined not to embarrass himself any further by losing control and cumming.

"Oh I'm sorry," Nadia said with barely concealed mockery, "I'll try somewhere else." Nadia moved her hand up his shaft until she got to the head and she started to slowly circle to tip with her thumb. "Still no tag..." she said in a sing song voice.

John felt like he was on fire. He wanted to cum so badly, but didn't want to do it here. Nadia continued her relentless assault on his cock, moving her hands up and down, but light enough that John didn't cum.

"I have an idea," Nadia whispered into John's ear. "Let's have normal small talk while I look for the tag, make it seem like a normal checkout."

John nodded and said, "How was your weekend?" as he talked he could feel Nadia's hand kneading his ass as the other one made its way up and down his shaft, gripping him tighter through the suit.

"It was good," Nadia replied, stroking John faster. "I went to the beach and got a tan. How about you?"

"OOOkay!" John almost yelled as Nadia used her thumb to circle the head of John's cock.

Nadia leaned in to whisper again, "Do you feel a tag anywhere?"

"No," John responded, barely holding on.

"OK," Nadia whispered, accidentally brushing her lips on John's ear. "I think I'm going to have to try something else."

John relaxed as Nadia stopped stroking him, just in time to avoid an accident. He looked around the store and he saw people staring at him. One women was pretending to examine a blouse, but was pointing her phone straight at John, obviously recording the entire thing. 'At least this should be over soon," John thought to himself.

John was startled out of his private conversation with himself as he felt Nadia's hand go inside of his suit and glide down his shaft.

"What are you doing?" John whisper yelled at Nadia.

"Well," Nadia whispered softly into John's ear, "if I can't feel it from the outside, then it must be inside."

"OK," John gasped as Nadia's hand explored the inside of the suit, "but please hurry up."

"I'm sorry," Nadia whispered as she grasped John's cock and began to slowly pump him up and down, "I'm not used to scanning items while people are wearing them. Keep up the small talk, I think it's working."

"Have you... do you... see movies?" John was barely able to get his question out as Nadia ran her fingers up John's shaft and slowly circled the head of his cock.

"I haven't seen anything lately," Nadia said as now started to fondle John's balls, slowly rolling them between her fingers, "but I am a sucker for a happy ending."

John could feel his orgasm building again, Nadia now had her hand wrapped around John's cock, slowly pumping up and down. "Yeah," John gasped, "happy endings are... happy." John could feel his cock pulsing, he was about to lose it, but once again, Nadia stopped just before he could cum.

"I can't tell where the tag is," Nadia once again whispered into John's ear. "Don't worry though, I have a different idea."

"What..." was all John could get out before Nadia quickly pulled down the front of his suit, completely exposing his raging hard cock to the cool air of the store.

"No, stop!" John yelled, getting the attention of a couple passing by.

Nadia giggled and said a little too loudly, "I'm just trying to help. I think the tag is stuck on your... you know."

John's cock twitched at the though of everyone staring at his giant, throbbing cock and he whined, "But everyone is watching!"

"Calm down," Nadia scolded, "no one is that interested in you. Besides, I'll scan the tag and pack you right back up."

John's face burned with embarrassment as he nodded. He jumped a little as he felt Nadia hand on his cock again, this time exposed so that everyone could see exactly what was happening. Nadia slowly dragged her fingers up and down his shaft. Her fingers stopped about halfway down his cock and grabbed him. John looked down, and sure enough, the tag was there sticking to his cock. Nadia firmly gripped his cock and the tag, holding it in place while his cock pulsed with desire. She brought the scanner closer and John heard a beep, but something was wrong. It sounded like an error.

"It looks like it's not scanning," Nadia said. "It's having trouble reading the barcode." Nadia tried again, this time rubbing the scanner on John's cock. They were met with the same sound as before.

The scanner felt surprisingly good, the cold plastic was a stark contrast to the head of his tortured cock. "What... what's... the... matter?" John struggled to say and he was pushed closer and closer back to the edge by the light sensation of the scanner.

"I think it might be a little wet," Nadia said her voice full of mirth. "Let me just dry it off a bit." Nadia put the scanner down and used both hands and rubbed all over John's cock, up and down, up and down. She even started swiping away the precum from the tip of John's cock with her thumb.

John could feel himself loosing the battle and blurted out, "Careful..."

"Hey, this isn't my fault," Nadia snapped back. She wrapped her hand around his cock once more and tried scanning the tag again. Nothing. Frustrated, Nadia rapidly moved the scanner up and down John's cock, the flood of error noises filled the air.

"Please, hurry," John hissed as he was barely holding on. John started to pulse, but Nadia stopped just before John came. Instead, a gush of precum came out of the tip of his cock, covering his shaft with the evidence of his arousal.

"OK, this isn't working," Nadia said cheerfully, a change from her previously frustrated mood. "Excuse me, ma'am." Nadia said to the lady in the sundress who was next in line.

John's heart was filled with joy. Nadia was going to give up and just let the next person go. He did it, he made it out of this without humiliating himself by cumming in front of all these strangers.

"I'm sorry this is taking so long," Nadia continued, "would you mind giving me a hand?"

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. "No, don't," he pleaded.

Nadia just waved her hand at him in a dismissive gesture. John watched in horror as the sundress lady casually walked up to him, her eyes staring at his cock as she licked her lips. She stared at his cock the whole time, not looking up at John until she was standing directly next to him. She winked at John, and then turned towards Nadia, "What seems to be the problem?

Nadia gripped John's cock tightly again, holding it out towards the sundress lady. "I don't have enough hands. The tag is too wet to scan and he keeps dripping everywhere. I think If you hold the top to keep him from leaking on the tag, I can get it to scan."

The sundress lady clapped her hands and gleefully said, "I can do that!" She wrapped her hands around the top of Johns cock, completely covering the head and shaft down to where the tag was.

"There that's better," Nadia said her voice low and full of arousal.

The sundress lady started to move her hands in a wringing motion, assaulting John's sensitive head and shaft. John could also feel Nadia moving the scanner on his shaft while her other hand caressed his balls. The only noise was John's moans and the scanner, still giving the error noise. The two women kept moving their hands in unison all over John's throbbing cock, frustratingly slowly. It's like they were purposefully teasing him to the edge of insanity. The sundress lady leaned in and whispered to John, "Don't worry, this will get the job done."

John couldn't help but buck his hips in time with their hands, "I.. I... can't..." was all John could say as he felt himself getting so close to the point of no return. John tried to look anywhere else to delay the inevitable. Anything to distract him from the intense pleasure and humiliation. John's eyes locked with the next customer in line. She had her phone out, pointed right at John's cock. She was wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt that only came halfway down her torso. She was slowly rubbing her own tits while watching John.

When their eyes met, she got a huge smile on her face and made a kissing motion at John. Then she turned around, her back facing John, while she kept the phone pointed at him over her shoulder. With her other hand she flicked up her skirt, revealing the roundest, most amazing ass he'd ever seen. She was wearing a tiny thong that did nothing to conceal her amazing ass.

The sight of her ass, combined with the double-handjob he was receiving was too much for John. He felt himself cross the point of no return and he declared, "I'm gonna cum!" He had hoped that would get the women to stop their relentless attack on his manhood.

"What's going on here?" Rachel said, appearing out of nowhere.

John's head snapped around and his eyes widened in horror as he mad eye contact with Rachel. He felt the first rope of cum shoot out of him. It felt like the biggest shot he'd ever had, it flew past his shoulder and it hit Nadia directly in the face. She just laughed. This did not deter the women, but instead made them stroke even faster. John's cock kept shooting rope after rope of cum everywhere. Some hit the counter next to him, one shot flew over his shoulder and hit the return clothes behind the counter. The sundress lady finally aimed his cock back at him as he finished with a few tiny spurts onto his belly. John's body was shaking from the force of his climax and because the hands and scanner never left his cock through the whole orgasm, milking out every last drop.

"Well," Rachel said, her voice teasing, "you certainly made quite a mess."

John made eye contact with the woman who had flashed him. She was straightening out her skirt, her phone still pointed at John. She mouthed to John, "Glad I could help."

John didn't know what to do, his cock was slowly deflating, he was covered in cum and the realization hit him that he had cum in front of so many strangers.

Suddenly a beep echoed through his ears and he heard Nadia say, "Yes! I got it to scan!"

John looked down and Nadia and sundress lady were still holding his slowly deflating cock.

"See!" Nadia said, her voice full of laughter, "I just needed an extra set of hands. I told you I'd get it to scan."

"Yeah," John said, his voice hoarse. "You got it to scan."

Rachel stepped forward eyeing the cum that was everywhere, "Don't worry, we'll clean this up."

John suddenly was reminded of where he was and a look of horror crossed his face, "I'm so sorry, I tried not to... I just couldn't."

"It's OK," Rachel laughed, "it was a strange public situation and some people get turned on by that."

John looked down at the floor, ready to die now.

"Oh hey," Rachel chimed in, "I found your clothes! So it's not all bad!"

John nodded, trying to ignore the mess that was everywhere. "Thanks." John took his shorts and slipped them on, staining them with cum and lube. He quickly paid and got dressed, not bothering to go to the dressing room at this point.

John gathered himself and made his way out of the store. He stood outside his car, gathering himself for the trip home. Just as he was about to get in, the lady who had flashed him came up to him. John blushed and stammered out an apology, "Sorry for that back there. It was a weird day."

The women slapped his ass and said, "Don't be. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." She winked and sauntered away, her skirt swinging with every step.

'Well,' John thought to himself, 'at least no one seems to be mad.'