I was at work one day in in the 1980s when I overheard a colleague complaining about an assistant in a sportswear store who looked in on him when he was trying on a pair of swimming trunks. The colleague described him as a pervert and said he would never use the shop again.
I immediately decided to go to the shop because I love being seen nude by clothed people. The store was on two floors and the changing cubicle was on the second floor. A curtain was pulled over the entrance.
I saw an assistant, an immaculately suited man of about 50, and said I was looking for a pair of shorts. I picked out a pair of white shorts and he beckoned me to the changing room, drew back the curtain and said I could try them on before he left me to it.
I had stripped to my briefs when he drew the curtain slightly back and said I could remove my briefs because the shorts had an inside gusset. So I slipped off my briefs and stood there naked before trying on the shorts. I asked to try on a second pair and removed the first pair. He returned and had a good look at my cock, which remained flaccid. I said I was not sure about the shorts and that I would return when I had made up my mind.
About two weeks later I returned to the shop and this time I stripped naked in the cubicle while he sorted out a selection on shorts. By the time he entered the cubicle I had a huge hard-on. He stayed and handed me the shorts as I tried them on.
Over the next 18 months I visited the store about once a month and always ended up nude, trying on shorts, swimming trunks, jock straps, etc. But I never bought one item.
Over time I started to masturbate as he watched and he would help me on and off with the clothing. But, frustratingly, he always refused my invitation to touch my cock.
I think he was a voyeur, a looker but not a toucher. I even invited him back to my place but he was not interested.
I eventually moved to another town. About five years later, during a visit to my old town, I visited the store. The changing room had been moved downstairs and there was no sign of my man. I often wondered whether he had left or been sacked because of a complaint from a customer.