Clothier

I have hips. Hips that swell past my thighs and curve into a tiny waist.

But hips none the less. Hips that make it near impossible to find a pair of jeans that fit.

Add in a dash of broke and that I am 5 feet tall and a trip to the mall is a recipe for disaster.

I sighed stretching my back and adjusting my bra straps that were digging into my shoulders.

34 F, it was probably time for a new bra too. I'd been boucing around the mall much to the slack jaw stares of the young teen age boysloitering around waiting for mall security to herd them along to another spot.

I'd just decided to stop looking when I happened to look in a store window. A tiny mannequin with bold hips was sporting a pair of great looking jeans. I was suddenly walking into the store and up to a man whom had his back to me and appeared to be folding shirts.

“Exscuse me? Can I find out how much those jeans in the front window cost?” I said.

The man turned around and I suddenly really wished I had taken the time to put on lip gloss and a nicer shirt.

He was tall broad shouldered, with a wide neck and a square head and jaw. A wide mouth with thick model type lips dusted with a light beard. His eyes were black with thick lashes and he wore a trucker style hat with a dragon cocked on his head.

I let my gaze quickly take in his narrowed waist and strong looking legs and his wide strong forearms that he brought in front of him to cross while he smiled and looked at me.

“You are a size 14-16 women's right?” he said softly.

I immediately got testy. “Why? Don't you carry anything that big here?”

He smiled letting his arms drop and held out his hand. I hesitated then put my hand out and he began to lead me to a dressing room.

Once past the door I realized it was not just any dressing room it was a private dressing room. He sat down in a large chair and punched a button on the wall and said somethine rapidly in Italian.

I was about to ask what was going on when three women walked in with a rack of jeans, two glasses and a bottle of something that looked like champagne. They immediately left and I was alone with this man.

“I um, I think I probably can't afford your clothing I probably should not have asked about them.” I went to open the door and suddenly the man lurched to his feet.

“Wait! Wait, please, for me just try on a few pairs. These are samples so if they fit you we can work something out.” He smiled.

“I don't even know you” I said peering at him.
“Marcus, my name is Marcus, and this is my store.” he said.

Suddenly my heart began to thunder in my chest. His store, and he wanted me to try on his clothes?

“I want women, real women, beautiful women to wear my clothes and I need to try my clothes on real women, will you help me?” he walked toward me. “I am sorry, I don't know your name yet.”

“Ella, and yes. You need help, its work right? So I will help you and work for a pair of jeans.” I said.

I held out my hand to his chest, he started then looked down and took it in his and carried it up to his mouth and kissed it.

“Thank you Ella” he murmered.

Oh god.

He turned and took a pair of jeans off the wrack and handed them to me.

I took them and stared at him.

“Put them on” he said.

“But, your in the room.” I said.

He laughed. Then seemed to realize I was serious so walked out of the room. I put on the jeans and opend the door after I was ready.

He came in and stared at me. He came up and ran his hands aong the seams of the jeans. He turned me and pulled me toward the mirror and placed his hands on my hips and asked me “How do they feel?”

I barely squeaked out “They fit great.”

“Take them off” He growled. And stormed out.

I tried on another pair.

Same treatment, this time running a hand down the thigh. The fit was great but again they were just jeans.

“How do they feel?” He said hands on my waist looking at me in the mirror. “They are great jeans.”

Again he shook his head and walked out of the room.

Three more times the same thing and I was getting ready to tear his clothes off. I pulled on the last pair of jeans and turned in front of the mirror.

Then I froze. They were perfect. They were soft, but sturdy, made my legs look shapely but not too tight.

Marcus walked in behind me. He placed his hands on my waist and I covered them with mine leaning my head back to inhale the scent of him.

“How do they make you feel?” He growled in my ear.

“Powerful, sexy, and beautiful.” I said.

I turned around and pulled him into me and kissed his wide lips. Forcing them apart with my tongue.

He quickly lifted me up and held me against him while I wrapped my arms and legs around him.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Marcus pulled away long enough to swear and call out “What?!”

Someone said something fluid in Italian and I began to laugh softly while he glared at me and then growled and kissed my neck.

He gently put me down and I whipped out a piece of paper wrote down my address and number, grabbed my old jeans and quickly changed.

Threw the new jeans at him and said “I hear this store delivers”

And walked out with a swagger and a smile.

That night I wore my nicest bra and a very tight white tank top but answered the door in the rattiest pair of shorts I could find.

There stood Marcus in a pari of dark jeans, a black tank, grey scarf, and trucker hat with a koi on it.

He looked at my shorts and raised an eyebrow.

“I just have nothing to wear” I said raising a hand to my brow.

He let out a laugh and held up a bag with a bow on it.

I opened the door wider and invited him in.

He came in and looked around at my apartment and the large white buuldog staring soulfully at him.

“Hello bellisima” he said leaning down to pet the dog.

“Ah now Sadie is going to be your girlfriend forever, you've been warned.” I said in mock severity.

Marcus looked up from where Sadie was leaning in to his leg with determination and winked.

“Hungry?” I said.

“Starving” he said staring at me.
I turned around and smiled at him and he stepped forward and put his hands around my waist kissing me softly at first then reaching down and grabbing my ass and pulling me into him and kissing me harder making me pull at his hat and want to pull his hair.

Then Sadie decided to go in between our legs and sit down.

Marcus began to laugh and I took a deep breath and reminded him I had cooked.

I lead him to the table and sat him down.

“OK I” said, “It probably isn't super authentic, but I think it is good. Fettucine al Carbonara with Panchetta and antipasta. Then for desert strawberries and crème fraiche.”

Marcus looked at the table loaded with food and his eyes widened.

“You made all this, from scratch?” he said.

“Hell yes!” I said proudly. “I am a chef at a major restaurant, I even made the pasta last week!”

Marcus nodded in approval and pulled out my chair for me as I sat down, then sat down across from me.

We ate dinner and laughed as he pretended to sneak Sadie food when I wasn't looking. I found out about Marcus growing up in Italy and moving to the United States to open a store. He found out about my being trained in my father's restaurant and then going to cooking school to become a chef and heading up my own restaurant.

We were both full after dinner so we took dessert into the living room when suddenly Marcus said “I want to see your closet!”

Mortified I quickly backpedaled and said no but he began walking through my apartment and quickly found my bedroom and my walk in closet.

“Nice” he said. Walking into the closet. “I knew you weren't a wall closet kind of girl.”

I walked in after him blocking Sadie the shoe chewer.

He turned on the light and saw my dusty Singer sewing machine in the corner.

“This is a classic!” He walked over touching it reverently “Do you sew?”

“No, I mean I can sew a seam, but I havn't learned how to do anything else.” I said.

“I'll teach you.” he said, waiving a hand. He picked up a pair of large silver scissors.

“Wow, these are nice.” he said.

He walked towards me. Still holding them.

“Marcus, what are yo doing?” I said.

“I am getting rid of those horrible shorts.” He said with his lips spread in a wide smile.

“Hey! I like these shorts, they are comfortable.” I argued playfully jutting a hip out and putting a fist on it.

Marcus snapped the scissors shut and cocked his head. “Nope, they have to go.”

He looked around the closet. Quickly eyeing my tall black club boots that lace all the way past my knee.

“However, I think I have something to replace them with.” he said tossing them to me.

I put on the boots slowly stroking the leather. After I was done I turned around so that he could see how far up they went and how they lifted my ass.

“Oh these little things?” I said innocently.

Marcus came up behind me pulling me toward him. He reached in front of me and slid his hand down my stomach past my waist band of my shorts, then pulled them out and used the scissors to cut the waist band. Then sliding his hand down again he made a cut on the other side.

Then he turned me around and reached down and with two quick rips with his hands had the short off and was on his knees kissing my belly through my shirt and putting the scissors n the floor.

He hesitated and looked up at me. “How much do you like that shirt?” he asked his voice rough.

I reached down and knocked his hat off and pulled his hair so his head was level with mine.

“Cut it off”, cut it all off! I whispered.

He quickly ran his hand up my ribcage between my breasts and made two cuts then one at the base and with a rip had it in pieces and was kissing and licking my breasts and belly.

I felt him pull at my nipples through my bra and the cool metal against my skin as it cut away the straps and then his wet mouth as he fell upon my breasts sucking them to hard points.

Then biting and kissing down my rib cage and watching him as he slowly cut one, then the other side of my bikini panties I spread my legs to let them drop and he knealt back as if to take it all in.

He looked up at me running his hands up my thighs, over my breasts, to my face, kissing me deeply.

Then backed away and began to take off his clothes.

“Wait.” I said.

He stopped and I walked over. I ran my hands under his clothes. Slowly biting and issing his flesh, licking his nipples and scratching his back. He tried to touch me but I placed his hands firmly on his head.

I worked my way slowly up his neck enjoying the salty swee taste of him before finally snapping the tank over his head.

Still holding his hands over his head I kissed him deeply pulling his hair and gripping his ass. Hearing a moan escape his lips.

I pulled awayand slowly licked my way down to his belt which I undid and took off looping it around my hips.

“Look, a handle” I said winking at him.

He eyed the belt with his hands still above his head and groaned.

I began to rub and bite and writh against him not allowing him to use his hands, finally unbuttoning his pants and finding he was commando.

“Ah! So naughty!” I said in mock chastisement.

Now he was naked, and he was mine.

I stood up and looked at him. He was delicious.

I turned him around so that he could face the mirror I had in my closet.

I put my hands on his waist next to his large beautiful erect cock.

“How do you feel?” I said.

“Turned on, excited, wanting to please you.” he grunted.

“Lets do that.” I said.

I walked in front of him and pulled his head down so I could kiss him and he quickly took my face I his. Crushing me against him he finally picked me up and opened the door of the closet and took us crashing into the bedroom and onto the queen bed.

Feeling his need and how wet I was I quickly pulled a condom out of the bedside table and gave it to him. Then turned around and presented myself to him so we could both watch in the mirror I had next to the bed.

He kissed my back coming in behind me and slid his large cock into my slick wetness with a loud moan.

We both began to rock together, tempe getting faster and faster as my breathing became more labored. I began feeling a warmth building in the place below my belly and began to rub circles on my clit. This caused Marcus to notice and increase his rhythem and become firmer in his strokes driving me closer and closer to the dam breaking until finally I felt ripples and then a rush and I cried out as I came. Then Marcus quickly followed panting and moaning loudly as he stiffened against me and then collapsed against my back kissing me and murmering in Italian.

I went into the bathroom for a moist towel and when I came back Marcus had gone and brought Strawberries, crème fraiche, and Sadie. He was lying on the bed under the sheet feeding her crème fraiche.

I shook my head and crawled in beside them.

Marcus said “She was crying and I thought you would be hungry.”

I was. I stripped off the boots and Marcus fed me a berry dipped in crème.

“I am always hungry in between but I need a few minutes to recharge” Marcus said eyes twinkling popping a berry in his mouth with a smile.