"Now Kevin, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to remove your shirt and pants." says Rachel Lovejoy, as she prepares to measure you. You are in the back room of her tailor's shop, being fitted for a suit. You don't want to wear a suit, but your uncle's wedding is coming up soon, and you will be the ring bearer, so your parents have decided that you need a suit. But not just a cheap off-the-rack suit. Your uncle is paying to have the suit custom fitted, but that means you need to go and get measured and poked and prodded.
When your parents dropped you off at Ms. Lovejoy's shop, you just wanted to get it over with quickly. Your parents, rather than waiting around, decided to go see a movie while you get fitted. The movie they chose was the latest Avatar sequel, which is over three hours long. So of course, even if your fitting gets done quickly, you'll still have to wait ages for them to come and pick you up. You aren't looking forward to that.
"I'm sorry, what?" you say, sure you didn't hear the question correctly.
"I said remove your clothes, darling. I can't measure you properly with them on," she says, slightly impatiently. "You can keep your underwear on, obviously."
You stare in stunned silence as she looks at you impatiently. Your stomach twists into knots at the idea of being naked...well, mostly naked, in front of anyone, let alone a pretty adult woman.
"We don't have all day, Kevin," she says, trying to keep impatience out of her voice. "You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Now please, strip."
"O-okay..." you mumble nervously as you unbutton your pants, and slide them down. Then with shaking hands, you pull your shirt up over your head and set it on a nearby table, leaving you standing in front of Ms. Lovejoy in nothing but your boxer shorts.
You've never felt so exposed, and a blush creeps up your cheeks. You can almost feel her eyes on your body.
"Good," she says. "Now step up onto this platform please, and I'll take your measurements."
You do as you are told, still blushing bright red as the pretty young woman touches you here and there, holding her measuring tape against you. Several times as she reaches around, her soft breasts brush against your arm.
To your horror, you feel your small young cock beginning to get hard. You close your eyes and try to think of anything un-sexy, to keep your erection from growing, but it's no good. The embarrassing feeling of being naked and looked over in detail by this pretty woman is too much for you, and soon your erection is pitching a tent in your boxers.
It doesn't take Mr. Lovejoy long to notice.
"Oh! Oh my..." she says as she looks down at the bulge in your boxers. "Well, this is rather awkward, isn't it?"
"I...I'm sorry ma'am," you say shakily, blushing even brighter red. "It's just that you're really pretty and stuff, and I can't help it. I didn't mean to..."
"Oh, it's quite alright, dear," she says with a wry smile. "It's not the first time that something like this has happened. It's only natural."
You smile sheepishly, and then look away, trying to look anywhere but her face.
"I know boys your age get...aroused quite often," she says as she reassuringly rests a hand on your bare shoulder. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
She thinks for a moment and goes on. "Honestly, I'm quite flattered. If I may ask, what was it that...did it for you?"
"It...it was..." you stammer, feeling cornered and afraid, but also increasingly turned on. "Y-your boobs...I mean breasts! Your breasts, rubbing against me, and...and I couldn't help it..."
"You like my breasts then?" she asks with a smile.
"Y-es ma'am..." you say, nodding but still looking away.
She looks thoughtful for a moment, then appears to arrive at a conclusion.