Page 6 of Little Saint Nautilus

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured or obligated.”

His head tilted back to look me in the eye, and he gave a nod. “I’m sure.”

“Okay. I have a shop close by. We can get you some clothes, and…talk?” I pointed across the sand.

The man slid his hand into mine, squeezing my fingers while he clutched the blanket with his other hand. The simple action made my heart leap. I liked the way his smaller hand felt in mine, and the way he seemed to want to touch me. It was all bizarre, and so far out of what I would normally do, but now that our fingers were entwined, I had this feeling that I never wanted them to leave.

We stayed quiet as I led him to my shop. I saw a few people watching us with curiosity. I knew most everyone here, from the fish and chips shack to the surf shop to the regulars and had not been with anyone in a long time. I certainly hadn’t walked around holding hands with a naked man.

I gave an awkward wave and ushered the man inside. Not wanting any more onlookers, I rolled the metal door down and slapped a “be back soon” sign on it. Inside, I blew out a breath and placed my hands on my hips. What did I do now? I was alone with a naked man in my shop. Sure, I’d had plenty of fantasies of bringing a guy back here and fucking him against the counter, but this wasn’t exactly how I pictured it. And as interested as I was, it wasn’t the time for that kind of fantasy.

He watched me, waiting, and my eyes drifted down to see a noticeable bump in the blanket. I swallowed audibly.

The man noticed where my attention landed, and he shirked off the blanket. “It’s okay. It occurs with stimulation.”

His bluntness had me choking on a surprised cough. He was rock hard, and I practically salivated at the sight. A real fantasy right here in my shop. Not just the porn kind, but the literal man of my dreams. A man who seemed completely unbothered by the fact he was naked—and erect—in front of me.

I cleared my throat and picked up the blanket—trying not to look his cock in the eye—and handed it to him. “Yes, I’m aware of how dicks work. Let’s get you some clothes, I think.”

His lips fell into a frown as he wrapped himself back up. “Does it not appeal to you?”

Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I suddenly felt much warmer than I’d been earlier. I swiped it away with the back of my hand. My own dick was thickening in my jeans at the image of him. “It does, believe me, but that’s not the problem. I think we should talk, and I’m not going to be able to concentrate with you naked.”

He hummed and nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

“I have a few things over here if you want to take a look.” I walked toward the racks of clothes, more grateful than ever to have a variety of stock on hand. He followed right behind me, so close his dick rubbed against my jeans and he let out a gasp as if the sensation surprised him as much as it did me, and now I was readjusting myself as my pants grew tighter.

“My apologies,” he whispered and took a small step back.

I almost pulled him back to me, to hear that sound release from him again, but I forced myself to concentrate on the racks of clothing. Holding out a jacket for him toinspect, he wrinkled his nose and shook his head, making me chuckle.

As he watched me slide the hangers around, he began to do the same, and when he pulled out a pair of white linen pants, his hand rubbed over the material. They were a light, summery fabric, but I kept them year-round for warmer winter days and people on vacation.

“Do you like those?”

He nodded. “Yes. It doesn't feel itchy or heavy.”

“All right then. They’re yours.”

His answering smile made me feel like I was basking in the sun. I took them off the hanger and handed them to him. They were traditionally purchased by women, but I long ago stopped labeling items as men’s or women’s. Clothes were for anyone.

That was reinforced a while back with a couple who came by on roller skates, as people often did. The tattooed man bought a skirt for his boyfriend, and I’d never seen anyone so happy to twirl around in a skirt while skating. They were regulars now. Dash and Evan. The two were hot, but especially Evan, who often showed up in crop tops and skirts, and the level of affection Dash had for him was clear as day.

The petite man before me held the pants, trying to puzzle them out. I asked gently, “Do you need help putting them on?”

“I thinkso, yes.”

It was strange that he didn’t seem to know what to do with elastic pants, but it wasn't as concerning as it should have been. The look on his face was beyond endearing and my heart melted a little at his trusting expectation.

“See here? The tag inside? That’s the back. These pants don’t have any zippers or buttons, so they are pretty simple. You just stick your legs in and pull them up until the top is around your waist.”

He bent over and put both of his feet into the holes, and then started to topple over when he tried to lift the material. I caught him before he could fall, stifling a chuckle. I supposed I needed to be a little more specific.

“All right, how about you hold on to my shoulder for balance? You put one foot in, and then the other.”

When he grabbed my shoulder, I felt another static charge pass between us. The man before me let out another gasp and the blanket fell away in time for me to see his cock twitch.

Fuck me! I forced myself to look away, the heat of his touch searing through my jacket. This man was testing the limits of my control, especially as unabashed as he was with his nudity. He leaned against me, and a moment later, he was pulling his pants up, stuffing his cock inside, making me bite my lip at the sight.

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