Fitting

Having just received my first job offer after graduating college, my aunt Sue generously proposed we go suit shopping, her treat. When we get to the mall, she takes me to the suit section at Macy's, where we're unable to locate a single employee. "No matter," she says, "I can get your measurements." She pulls a tape measure from her handbag, and, after ushering me into the back and having me stand on a pedestal facing a wall of mirrors, she says unaffected, "take off your shirt." So I oblige, and she begins measuring my chest, her hands running along my skin, her breasts, pressing into me as she leans in very close. "You keep yourself in good shape," she says, "ok, now your pants." My pants? I hesitate. "Here," she adds, dropping to her knees, "let me help you." Unbuckling my belt, she slides down my pants, revealing my tight white underwear beneath. I can see her eyes following the line of my shaft under the fabric, which is so tight and so thin, that she can make out the veins pumping blood into my cock. "Let's get the inseam," she whispers, unspooling the tape measure along the inside of my leg. Her top hand gently grazes my balls through my underwear, and immediately, my dick begins growing underneath. Hey eyes widen as the flush outline of a fully erect penis comes into view beneath my thin white underwear, and subconsciously, she draws her head close to it, letting her mouth open slack, and her tongue hang out slightly. She stays in this trance for a minute, but then snaps out of it. "Ahem," she mutters, clearing her throat, "why don't you go behind the curtain and try on another outfit." I rise before her, and the head of my dick brushes her lips as I make my way behind the curtain. She squirms for a moment, before her curiosity gets the better of her: careful so as not to arouse attention, she peels back the curtain just enough to see me... as I pull down my underwear... and my young thick dick pops straight up... a gleam of precum hanging from the tip... and she wants it.