1. First Class - Part 1


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    well.” She held the shorts up to Bob’s hips, her fingertips improbably touching bare skin around his kidneys even though his untucked t-shirt fell well below the waist of his jeans. She stood back, regarding the clothes … and his groin … with a critical eye; Bob could feel the warmth of her fingers on his skin and realised with horror that his cock was hardening behind the veil of the shorts that she held over that region. With a lunge he grabbed at the clothes, holding both layers in front of the growing bulge in his jeans. The shop assistant directed him to the change rooms and with more than a little relief Bob retreated behind the louvered door and drew a shuddering breath. As he slowly changed, pausing to rearrange his uncomfortable erection, she stood just outside the door firing questions over the top. What’s your name? Bob . Where are you from? Sydney . How long are you in Coffs? Couple of weeks . Where are you staying? With family (not “at Gran’s”!) . What do you do? Going to uni in March . What are you studying? Physics and maths . And a dozen more. She introduced herself as Amy and answered her own questions with the adroitness of a good conversationalist working with an extremely poor one. She was 20, grew up in Coffs, still lived with her folks but was saving up to move out; she was working in retail but wanted to get in to hospitality because that’s where the money was in a coastal holiday town. She managed to break down Bob’s defences and he relaxed a bit, ...
    relieved beyond measure when his erection slowly subsided while answering her barrage of questions. As he buttoned up the shirt and inspected himself in the mirror, Amy caught him off guard by asking if he was going to The Beachcomber with anyone. Without thinking, he responded that he was hoping to meet a girl … and then closed his mouth with a snap as he realised he was laying himself wide open to ridicule, thinking she must be giggling behind her hand trying to imagine what sort of desperate girl would want to meet a dork like him. “Oh,” she said quietly, following it with a long pause. “Your girlfriend?” Amy’s voice sounded a little less confident. No, nothing like that, he assured her. He explained awkwardly that they had just met today and she probably wouldn’t turn up anyway and he’d probably just grab a beer or two and then head home. Maybe not even bother going himself. No sweat, no fuss, who said anything about a girl? Throughout this exchange, Bob had been inspecting the clothes in the mirror and was amazed. Not only did they fit him perfectly, but the man looking back at him in the mirror looked … normal; like anyone you’d see on the street who didn’t have antisocial tendencies, an unhealthy obsession with geeky pastimes or a soul crushing insecurity talking to women. Huh! He wondered why he had never asked for help picking clothes before. He opened the door and caught a confused and disappointed look on Amy’s face before she lit up with a smile. “Hello Handsome!” she ...
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