Working with Trista

My daydreaming was interrupted when Trista called me over to a section she was looking at. When I got there she held up this bright royal blue men's thong. "This will look perfect on you I think," she exclaimed. "What? No way," I immediately said, "there's nothing to it! There's no way I'm going out to the pool in that."

Trista just smiled at me and said, "Do you want to rub lotion on me so I don't burn? Up my legs and on my back? My inner thighs and even my chest? If you wear this for me, I'll let you run your hands all over me with lotion."

Well naturally, that somewhat sweetened the pot but I still wasn't sure. She then said I could wear my board shorts out to the pool but when we sat down I could take them off, so I'd not have to walk to the pool like that, I could somewhat get my bearings first. Between that and the prospect of getting to rub lotion all over her, I agreed.

She took the thong up to the front where the gal at the register looked at the thong, at Trista, then at me and then back to Trista before ringing it up. Trista said to her, "The hope is that it won't look quite as small if he's wearing this." The girl giggled and said, "Of course," as I stood there my face as red as can be.

From there we went upstairs to our respective rooms to get changed. I slipped on the thong and if it was possible, it looked even smaller once in it was on than it did in the store. I stared at my now hairless body in the mirror. I looked very different. The fact that this suit was royal blue sure seemed to call out "look at me" as well. I put on a tee shirt and my board shorts over the thong and waited for Trista to come get me.

Once she was changed, we headed down to the pool, found two chairs next to each other, and Trista took off the tee shirt she wore. As I tried to keep my eyes from popping out of their sockets, she wore a very skimpy top that showed more of her boobs than it seemed to cover.