I couldn't believe I'd left it so late. John's retirement party was Saturday and I'd literally nothing smart enough to wear to such a fancy venue. Now Thursday and I was in desperation mode. Working the late shift was a blessing though, the shopping village was empty at this time of day and I anticipated an easy smash-and-grab. Half-hour tops. I'd googled “men's smart casual” so I had an idea of what I wanted, so this would be easy.

I ambled the concourse, looking this way and that, reading shop names, nosing in windows until I came across the first menswear store. There were suits and shirts in the window and I tried imagining how they'd look on me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd worn anything that wasn't a hoody or set of overalls. But I wanted to look good for this party, push the boat out and look the business because according to the guys in work, John's daughters were hot, single, and were going to be there. This night out would be the first chance I'd had to meet someone since the split at the start of the year. I'd been through the apps, but it was a meat market. So impersonal and awkward.

I'd met my wife, ex in the not too distant future, in a pub, and had charmed her and made her laugh in a way I found impossible to replicate in text messages.

In short, I was going 'on the pull’. At 43 years old, I only hoped I wouldn't make an asshole of myself.

I pushed the double door and stepped inside. I was the only customer in a deserted shop, just me and the blonde girl behind the counter, who was marking, or pricing or sorting, a bundle of clothing.

I shouldn't have really been surprised, but the shop was full of different suits. I know, in a suit shop! Who'd have guessed. But the variety! Materials, colours, patterns, I didn't even know my size. I liked this olive jacket, but what colour shirt would that go with, and would it match the tan boots I already owned? Oh shit, I was out of my depth. There were rules weren't there? No brown belts on Blue trousers or whatever?

The young shop assistant looked up and smiled warmly at me, but I was almost too panicked to return it.

She must have sensed my confusion because she stepped from around the counter and asked if I needed help. I reassessed my initial assumption. She was closer to my age than I'd credited at first glance. She dressed herself in a well-fitted business suit that gave her the air of someone in charge. The manager perhaps? Her blonde hair, dyed I suspected, was a tangle of well-defined curls, like a lion's mane. She was tanned, a well-applied fake I judged, and strikingly attractive. I barely had the wherewithal to acknowledge that right then though. I was lost in a satorial world I didn't understand.

“Hi, yeah, I wonder if you could. I'm looking for an outfit. A jacket and shirt maybe? To wear with jeans? That's a thing, right? You can do that?” I laughed to disguise my embarrassment.

“Yeah, sure. I know what you're thinking, let me help.” She beckoned me to follow her. I did. I was now betting everything on this lady's fashion sense.

“Take that jumper off, try this one on.” She instructed, ready to hand me a light blue jacket.

I obeyed, pulling the jumper over my head, tangling it in the tee shirt underneath, almost pulling both off, but still exposing my naked torso to her. I straightened myself out. I was almost sure I was blushing. At my age! I felt like a schoolboy in the company of this attractive, smartly dressed woman.

“Oh, I see. You're a lot broader around the chest than I thought.” She noted, staring closely. “Next size up I think.” She replaced the jacket she had and reached up, on her tiptoes, to the rack above, searching for the right one. The tailored fit of her trousers showed off her perfectly shaped ass as she stretched. I couldn't stop staring as it jiggled slightly when she bounced to unhook the right-sized item.

She turned and I looked away quickly, too quickly maybe. Had I made it obvious I was looking?

“Try this.” She said, handing it over.

I slipped it on, standing in front of her.

I instantly felt uncomfortable, unaccustomed as I was to anything bar loose-fitting casual clothes. I raised my arms over my shoulders, assessing the fit.

“Nuh-uh!” She chided me, “When are you going to be doing that when you're out? Suit jackets aren't meant to look good with your arms up there.”

“Well, I thought I might get on the dance floor, throw some shapes.” I laughed.

“Trust me, you'll look so good after I've finished with you, you won't need to be on the dance floor, the ladies will be queuing up for you.”

Shit, was I blushing again?

She stepped closer and pulled the lapels together, assessing the fit. “Perfect size, this looks really good on you. What were you going to wear underneath?”

I told her with my eyes that I didn't have a clue.

She smiled, “Would you like me to put together an outfit for you?”

“Don't go to any trouble.” I pleaded.

“Trouble? Does it look like I have anything better to do?” She indicated the empty shop.

She bustled about, selecting a pale blue shirt and stone chinos.

“Here, go back there and try these on.”

I pulled the curtain of the changing booth and started dressing. The worn look of what I had been wearing, now cast down over the stool, stood in contrast to the smart new outfit that had been picked for me.

I stood and looked in the mirror. No doubt about it, I looked smart and stylish. I walked back through the curtain, ready to pose and seek approval from my new stylist.

“Well?” I asked, arms open.

She came closer, into my personal space, smoothing seams, tugging lightly at the jacket, and pulling it into shape.

Shorter than me, her head was around my chest level, and I caught wafts of her perfume that activated something inside me. I had to physically stop myself from leaning into her, putting my face into her beautiful blonde mane and inhaling her scent. My body reacted, and I felt the first stirrings of an erection forming. She took a step back, leaving me to mourn her absence.

“You know, I thought the blue would go well with your eyes, but let's try something in earthier tones. Ready to try one more for me?” She asked, looking into my eyes directly for the first time. The way her gaze locked into me left me unable to answer coherently, and I stumbled out something in the affirmative.

Feeling a little hot under the collar I returned to the changing area. I stripped off the ensemble and carefully tried hanging the items back on the hangars, in showroom condition. It was taking me some time as I stood there in just my underwear, doing my best to make her job a little easier, when the curtain flapped open and she walked into my cubicle, back first through the divide, with clothes in both arms. She spun to face me, shock immediately registering on her face when she took in my almost complete nakedness, her eyes noticeably settling on the bulge at the front of my boxer shorts. The moment hung in space for an infinite amount of time, the charged moment of branching possibilities wound out in front of us. A gesture here and events would collapse into embarrassed apologies, the right word there and who knows what could happen. I remembered to breathe.

“How do you like this outfit?” I asked, gesturing my briefs.

“No. Take it off.” She replied, eyes not leaving my body.

Fuck. Fuck. Fine. I dropped them. Stepped backward out of them and leaned against the wall, tummy sucked in, tensing my muscles the best I could, posing for her wandering eye.

The balance of power was against me. I was vulnerable and exposed, she was fully clothed and in control.

She stepped towards me and reached for my chest, resting her hand there as if feeling for my heartbeat, wanting to test my nerve.

She lifted her gaze to mine and this time I didn't resist my urges and dropped my face to hers, touching lips gently, before they parted and we explored each other with a passionate kiss. I pushed her curls from her face, taking in her dazzling amber eyes. I couldn't help but let out a gasp when her hand found my now hard dick and slowly moved up and down it.

My own hands reached around and felt her ass, as big and firm, as it had promised to be. She smiled at me but turned away towards the pile of clothes she had dumped on the stool.

She turned back, now holding a silky blue necktie. She wrapped it around one of my wrists, twisting it behind my back then wrapping it around my other one. The knot wasn't tight, she obviously had skipped girl guides, but I had no inclination to want to escape. Tied to her satisfaction, she let her hands roam my torso, teasing and testing the ridges and angles of my body. By the time she dropped to her knees, I was insensible with lust.

The first soft touch of her tongue on the tip of my cock was electric, a shock that flowed through my entire being. She pushed her hair behind her ear, the better to keep eye contact as she slipped her lips around my entire length. I closed my eyes and let the feeling consume me. But all too soon she let me go with a wet pop.

She stood and unbuckled her trousers, letting them fall away, then did the same with her black lace knickers. Half naked she undid my bond before sweeping the stool clear of clothes.

"Help me up?" She smiled daringly

She took my hand for balance and climbed to stand on the stool, facing the wall, her ass at my eye level. She leaned forward and I took the opportunity to push my face between her thighs, parting her cheeks with my hands to better find her most sensitive spots. Her hips moved in small circles as my tongue probed and danced around her most intimate areas, eliciting delicate moans of pleasure from her.

She squatted, ankles together, knees wide, bringing her pussy to my hip level. I wasted no time in searching for her opening, finding it warm, wet and inviting. My hand ran up her spine, under her mane of hair to the base of her neck, pushing her forward so she could use the wall to balance. My other hand supported her weight under her buttock, helping her bounce gently on my throbbing cock. It had been a very long time, and it might have been recency bias, but she has the best pussy I'd ever fucked, so wet, so tight.

I pushed my hand under her black jacket and creme blouse, feeling the warmth and soft curve of her body. I pushed up further until I found the rough texture of her lace bra. I squeezed firm breasts, then sought to pull down one cup and set free a hard nipple, rolling and gently pulling it under my fingertips. All the while letting the constant, steady rhythm of my thrusts push her closer to orgasm. The sound of our bodies slapping together, of the soft wet claps of my form into hers filled the space and I buried my face into her hair, nuzzling into her neck, inhaling her aroma of Jasmine and expensive shampoo.

As soon as she started making noises of high-pitched satisfaction I knew we were entering the end game. I gripped a handful of her hair and fucked her harder, hoping beyond hope I could bring her to climax before I lost control.

“Oh fuck, yes I'm cumming, don't stop, just like that.” She wailed.

Well fuck. That was that then, no stopping me now.

“Me too, can I?..should I…” I tried to ask.

“Oh yes, do it, cum inside me, give it to me baby.”

In short order, I let go of the first jet of my cum deep inside her, but I didn't slow my pace, I didn't savour the exquisite joy of release, I kept going until I felt her body tighten and let loose her own orgasm. We came more or less together, each of us taking joy from each other's gratification.

I finally pushed myself as far as I could into her, making sure every drop of cum was hers.

I slid out from her and she quickly spun and sat cross-legged on the stool, still fully clothed from the waist up.

“So, did sir find the right fit?” She giggled playfully.

“I think I found something I wouldn't mind slipping into again.” I countered.

And just like that, in the very first shop I had entered, I wondered how I'd found something that suited me so easily.