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I live near an Adriano Goldschmeid Jeans store – just one block away – and I buy all of my jeans there. The jeans and pants fit very nicely, and I know a lot of the staff, who are are all very nice and friendly. Some are even a little flirty – both the gay or bisexual men working there, and the women. Admittedly, I love the attention.A week ago, I went in with my wife to try on some jeans. While she tried on tops, I began trying on a seemingly endless series of jeans and casual pants, attempting to find the right styles and sizes, cuts and fabrics. After a few attemps, my wife was waiting in the changing room with me, while Jeanine, the saleswoman helping me, was finding sizes and styles for me. The changing room curtains didn’t fully close and there was a small gap through which I was able to see the store, and people in the store could have peered in at me.In short, I like changing in these rooms – they feed my inner exhibitionist with a dose of eroticism.My wife doesn’t like my openness though, and when Jeanine poked her head in to ask whether I wanted a bottle of water while I was in my underwear, my wife was at first surprised, then annoyed and, finally, left.As I continued to try on different styles and sizes, I would exit the changing room isvecbahis and ask Jeanine her thoughts on how the jeans looked on me. In between modeling the jeans, I would change and Jeanine would bring me different sizes, cuts and fabrics while I was in the room.At first she would stand by the narrow opening between the curtains and extend a pair of pants into the room. Soon though, she half-entered the room while I was only in my very thin, form-fitting Mack Weldon underwear and an equally form-fitting t-shirt. These both suit me very well, as I am very fit (four-pack abs, toned), reasonably tall (5′ 11 1/2″), and good looking. Jeanine looked me up and down, but she didn’t break form and simply handed me the pants.The next time, as I was peeling off the previous pair of jeans, she stepped into the space between the curtains, blocking the view of other people in the store, but standing fully in front of me as I pushed the jeans down. They were tight, so they caught a little on my underwear and tugged them down a bit from the right side along to the front middle, exposing some of the area where my closely trimmed pubic hair was (though it was barely noticeable).For a moment, she looked me directly in the eye as I removed the jeans, and then when I paused isveçbahis giriş and before I pulled up my underwear, she glanced down. My cock head was about an inch below the elastic band of my underwear, but clearly outlined. My cock is fully 7 1/2″ and thick when hard, but was only slightly engorged at this point. But the slight thickening made it stand out nicely.I finished taking off my pants and then took the pair she was holding from her hands while we discussed the fit and what other sizes she would bring. She suggested several more ideas and I happily concurred. After pulling on the new pair and modeling them for her (the outline of my now harder cock was semi-visible through the jeans), I returned to the changing room to remove them and try on whatever she was bringing next. These jeans were tighter than the last, so as I pulled them off, they tugged my underwear down again, only further – and I admit doing everything I could to help them slide off of me a little more.On cue, Jeanine appeared between the curtains with a new pair of jeans, stepped in about two inches further so that she was more inside than out, and said in almost a whisper, “This pair is a little tighter.”My cock had already hardened more, but at the sound of her isveçbahis yeni giriş breathy whisper, it jumped, the head now pushing up against the band of my underwear, creating a little gap between the band and the skin of my lower abs (which I was compressing and flexing desperately). This time, I didn’t stop removing the jeans, in the hopes that my underwear would come down more. As I pulled the jeans down, I glanced a look at her eyes, which were darting between my midsection and my face. I saw her breathe in a little more deeply, pushing her very nice, large breasts out, tight against her buttoned down blouse, the top button pulled taut by the fabric from both sides. Her cleavage was lovely – not flaunted, just subtlely noticeable.”They’re so tight, I’ll have to be careful putting them on and taking them off,” I said.She allowed herself a slight, upturned grin on the left side of her mouth as her eyes rolled up to meet mine. My voice was quivering slightly as I spoke. I felt clumsy. My breathing was shallow with anticipation. My heart was beating fast.She stepped out of the room. My cock was hard now.I slipped on the jeans; they were tighter than all the others. I pulled my underwear down slightly so that when I pulled the jeans off the next time, they might slip further down. I walked out of the stall and asked Jeanine how they looked. My cock was nearly totally hard, pointing up to the left like someone had slipped a curved cigar in my pants.”They look great on you.
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