The girl looked up into his smiling face and blushed. "Yes," she squeaked, turning her attention to Grant's waist. She paused, and traced her hand up Grant's leg, placing the tip of the tape against his groin. After taking a breath she measured the length of his athletic legs. After making some notes she left, fanning herself with the pad. I looked at Grant and laughed.
She returned shortly after and handed me some hangers with a suit and shirt. "These should be your size, you can change in there," she gestured to a door in the corner and returned to Grant. "I'm so sorry. I need to take your chest measurement again," she said softly as she wound her fingers through her hair.
I stood there with my mouth open not quite believing what was going on. Was it always this easy for Grant? The girl looked over her shoulder at me and frowned. I sighed and headed for the changing rooms.
As I pulled on the pants and the crisp white shirt I heard giggling from outside. I stole a peek around the door and saw Grant standing in just his underwear, the girl's arms wrapped around his back, her head pressed tight against his chest. I could see him taking deep exaggerated breaths trying to break her grip. I returned to buttoning the shirt, tucked it in my pants and pulled on the waistcoat, but it was too tight across my chest.
"Have you got the waistcoat in a larger size," I asked leaving the changing room.
The girl quickly stepped away from Grant. "I'm sure we have," she replied searching a nearby rail. "Yes, this should fit you." We exchanged items and the fit was perfect. "I have to go to our back storeroom to get a suit to fit Grant," she looked at him, "perhaps if you came with me it would save time with the fitting?"
Grant looked at me. I tipped my head and sighed. "Yeah, sounds like a good idea." I watched as he followed her through to the back of the shop. A few minutes later he reappeared, "She's begging for it. Swap with me. It feels like I'm cheating on Becky."
I didn't need to be asked twice. Mark was prime beef on his own, but paled against Grant. I sat and pulled myself from Mark. The small chair did little to support his relaxed body. His head rolled back, his shoulders spread and his arms dropped to his side stretching open the shirt and waistcoat. I lifted his head and looked into his vacant expression. He was good looking and strong. He'd make a perfect husband. I felt a touch to my back--Sandy, "Hurry up, she'll be wondering where Grant has disappeared to."
She eased herself into Mark's body, bringing him back to life again, "Get your ass into gear," he chuckled, "I've warmed her up for you."
Grant looked relaxed lounging in the chair, quickly I slipped inside him again and blinked to find Mark standing over me. He jerked his head in the direction of the back room. I grinned and bumped his fist as I went to find the girl.