Aroused At The Wrong Time

I had an experience about 25 years ago when I was in my late 20’s that I'd like to share. I had been having chronic back pain since an injury that I sustained in high school during wrestling practice. An MRI revealed that I had a few disks that were herniated and required some additional support when they would become inflamed. My doctor wrote me a prescription for a back brace to help alleviate the pain.
I made an appointment for a fitting at a Mom & Pop medical device store that handled this product, and showed up for my fitting early one Saturday morning. The brace was actually more like a girdle that fits snuggly around your midsection and extends down to the top of your tailbone. In the back of the brace were slots for metal stays that had to be custom fitted to match the curvature of your spine.
Upon arriving at the store, I met a woman who was probably in her late forties or early fifties. She was not particularly attractive, and was certainly much older than my tastes at age 27. I was ushered into a tiny fitting room that had a mirror on the back wall and a curtain that separated the room from the store to permit some privacy for the fitting. The woman entered behind me and drew the curtain shut. She sat down on a very short stool and asked me to turn around and face the mirror as she wrapped the brace around my torso and began lacing and clipping it closed. As she got to the bottom of the brace she explained to me that I would have to lower my pants to allow her access to the lower portion of the brace. I dropped my jeans as instructed and she proceeded to fit adjust the brace to fit me. Facing the mirror, I happened to glance down and realized that the white cotton briefs I was wearing, were an older pair that had been washed so many times that they were embarrassingly see through. I hadn't even stopped to consider that I'd be dropping my pants for this fitting and immediately began to feel a little panicked over my potential exposure.
The woman proceeded to fit metal stays into the back of the brace, removing them and bending them to contour to my back repeatedly. At some point she told me to turn around, which I did with a little hesitation. When I turned I realized that at the height she was seated, her face right at the same level as my crotch and thread-bare underwear. Immediately, my body started to respond in the way I feared and I began to get very hard. She was fussing around with the lower laces on the front and reaching around behind me to turn and twist the brace into the appropriate position, and I was dying inside as my underwear began to tent out in front of me.
This was one of the most awkward moments of my life, and I wasn't sure what to say or do, so I stammered a quick apology as my penis stretched out under my worn-out briefs about 3 inches from her eyes. She smiled and told me that it was perfectly normal for this to happen, and that it was nothing to be embarrassed about. Something about the awkwardness of the situation made me more excited than I've ever been before. I was as hard as I'd ever been and could feel the wetness from the tip of my penis spreading out and making my underwear all wet in the front. The woman went on about her job as if nothing was happening and very casually finished the fitting. All in all I stood in front of her with a painfully erect hard-on throbbing inches from her face for at least 10 minutes. Only once during the fitting did she accidentally brush her arm against my erection, but it might as well been a hand-job for how great that felt.
When she was finished and asked me if it fit properly, she told me that I could pull my jeans up and head to the prescription counter to check out. It took me awhile to regain my composure and to fit back into my pants, but I did as she instructed and met her at the check-out counter red-faced and paid my bill. She thanked me and told me to come again soon, which I planned to do as soon as I got home.
I have *********** over that experience many times, often imagining her sucking me off or giving me a hand-job in that tiny little fitting room, but really the thrill was the embarrassment and shame that I felt for that short time.
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51-55, M
Jan 15, 2013