The invitation

As it was the first in the row Jack lurched forward to pull it closed before anyone saw, but he wasn’t quite quick enough. A boy of 11 or 12 was standing outside the changing room and looked with amazement at the apparition before him – a man in the men’s changing room in a complete set of lacy white lingerie. Jack was mortified. He pulled on his jeans and jumper as quick as he could and thrust his feet into his boots without even pausing for his socks, so eager was he to avoid further embarrassment or to avoid the boy telling his mother, and his mother calling the police!

Now dressed, Jack shoved his socks into his pocket and launched himself out of the door. A voice behind him stopped him dead.

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, could I please have those socks back that you borrowed?” It was Emma, and the socks she was referring too Jack was very conscious off given that they were providing the filling for the rather well filled bra he was wearing.

“Oh God, yes, sorry,” he said and started back for the cubicle but another man carrying a new suit beat him to the door.

“No need for the cubicle, sir. Here, let me.” And with that Emma reached down inside the front of Jack’s sweater, under his bra strap and gently pulled the socks out. She repeated the act on the other side, and then stepped back.

“Oh dear, that leaves you looking a bit flat. We need something to stuff them with,” she said as she eyed his chest. Spying the bulge in his trouser pocked she said “what’s that? That will do.”

“Errm,” mumbled Jack. “That’s my socks. I didn’t have time to put them back on.”

“Perfect!” exclaimed Emma. They will do fine and she pushed her hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled the socks out. As she did so her hand rubbed against the tip of his satin clad cock, causing more stirrings.

Rapidly, Emma inserted a sock into each bra cup and then stepped back to make sure they were even. After a further adjustment she appeared satisfied and smiled at John. “I do hope you will visit us again soon, sir.”