Sakura’s Winter Break – part 1: Tuxedo Fiasco by GideonBard

It was warm in the back room and Brian and Sakura were organizing the tuxedo shipment that they just received.

“It’s Friday night! You got any plans tonight, Sakura?”

Brian had been working with Sakura for about a year and had hoped to hang out with her outside of work. Although she was very attractive, he knew she didn’t go out at night much. Shyly Sakura responded, “Um, no. Maybe just watch something on TV. What about you?”

“I was planning on going to hang out with some friends at this cool bar here in Escondido with amazing live music. You should join us?”

“I thought Mormons didn’t drink?”, Sakura said with a sassy snark.

Brian laughed, “Hey some of us do… don’t get too judgey.” He smirked, “I am surprised a little Japanese hottie like you isn’t celebrating with your girlfriends about the end of the semester!” Sakura smiled at his comment and flipped her hair in jest.

Brian was kind and her best friend at work. Sakura loved their daily banter – he was easy to talk to and connect with. He was a large overweight man, about 5’10” foot tall with curly brown hair. Although he flirted with her often Sakura knew it would never go anywhere. He wasn’t her type. His goofiness was matched only by his short-sleeved button-up shirt and brown 70’s tie he must have gotten from Goodwill.

Truth be told, Sakura didn’t have a lot of friends. Last year, Sakura received a scholarship to study abroad in San Diego from Japan. Although it was a big leap, she jumped at the opportunity. Sakura took a part-time job at the Tuxedo shop as a way to meet interesting people and escape the loneliness of being away from her friend and family. Brian was like a big brother to her. She confided in him and he made her laugh often with his antics. Getting daily compliments from Brian was also a plus.

Ding. The ring chime alerted them that someone had entered the tuxedo shop.

“You’re up!” said Brian, “I had the last group and I need to take my lunch hour.”

Sakura was kneeling in the back room organizing the new suits on the bottom rack. Sakura stood up, put on her jacket, and headed onto the sales floor. As she rounded the corner she saw a group of handsome men and greeted them.

“Good afternoon. Welcome to Gary’s Tux Shop. How can I help you?”

The group of men were all well-built, thin, and in their 30’s. “Hi, they are the Johnson party. I’m getting married tomorrow,” said the handsome man that stepped forward. “My name is Bill. These guys are Max, Chris, and Dave, my groomsmen.” Sakura looked up at the tall groomsmen and greeted them.

She was immediately struck by the physical attractiveness of each man. Chris was a sexy, very tall dark-skinned man with a haircut that was short as if he was a military man. Dave was a slender and athletically fit man, reminding her of a surfer, with wavy brown hair that hung down past his ears and Max had a chiseled jaw, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes. It was Max who truly caught her eye. He was charming, witty, and incredibly handsome.

Their conversation paused as they took notice of her. Sakura was a beautiful short 5’6” Japanese girl with flawless tanned porcelain skin, almond-shaped eyes, and a curvaceous figure. Sakura could immediately feel all of their eyes dart to her cleavage and then her eyes. Sakura smiled, enjoying the attention, “Please hand me your pick-up tickets and I will see if I can find your suits for you to try on.” Sakura collected what she needed and walked to the back room and grabbed their suits.

One at a time, she brought out their suits and set up each guy in a dressing room. Through the stalls, the men poked fun at Bill’s last day as a bachelor and cajoled him about the great night they had at the bachelor party. Their laughter was infectious and it made her smile as Sakura moved from stall to stall to hand over vests and shoes.

The first to come out was Bill. She was thankful to see he had a perfect fit. He seemed to be very nervous about something going wrong at his wedding, like many grooms, and she assured him it was going to be a wonderful event. Sakura reviewed all of the aspects of the outfit with him which included the jewellery and hosiery. As Sakura adjusted his outfit she showed him the quick-release belt tabs on his pants to help him tighten them. He stood in the mirror admiring the tuxedo and vest.

Next, Sakura helped the taller man, Chris, who stood at 6’8. He was much more muscular than Bill. His ebony skin made his white wingtip shirt pop out. He was so tall that Sakura stood on her tiptoes to help him with his bow tie, in doing so Sakura lost her balance and fell against his chest. His wide grin and deep brown eyes stared down at her, sending a chill down her back. He epitomized American manliness to her and it made her heart skip a beat.

“So does Sakura mean beautiful in Japanese?” His forwardness caught her off guard and Sakura blushed. “No, it means Cherry Blossom. Most of her friends call me Sake.” Sakura blurted out. “I love cherries,” he said as one of his large strong black hands held onto her waist to steady her while the other traced down her backbone to just above her butt. Sakura, enjoying his warm and innocent embrace, finished tying the bow tie for him. “Why do they call you Sake? Is that your drink of choice?” “Well,” Sakura replied meekly, “ I guess my drink of choice depends on my company?” She winked. Sakura began to notice Chris’ growing bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach. Their trance was interrupted by the opening of another stall door. Chris gave her a wink back before getting back into his stall to undress.

She could feel the temperature tick up in the room. “Dave, give me one sec so I can take off my jacket,” Sakura said. “Sure, no problem,” said Dave and he put on his cuff links. As Sakura strutted to the counter she could feel him watching her butt away from side to side continuing her roller coaster of excitement. Her white blouse was thin and allowed her to release the heat building up around her. Sakura returned back toward Dave and noticed in the mirror that her nipples were erect and piercing through her B-cup push-up bra. She immediately making she regrets her decision to take off her jacket

“I feel so lucky to have a sexy woman like you helping me with my fitting?” Dave said clearly, eying her shirt. Dave was tall but shorter than Chris at about 6’4. He was thin but very fit. Our short conversation was filled with flirtatiousness which was eclipsed only by his appearance. When Sakura looked at him she giggled to see that he had buttoned both his shirt buttons and tuxedo studs. “Do you mind if I fix that?,” Sakura said. He shook his head no and flashed a boyish smile. Her hands glided up his chest as Sakura slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Sakura untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it down to the bottom stud and then buttoned him back up correctly. His strong tanned chest and abs peeked behind his white shirt. “I’m a runner, it looks like you might be one too?” He said looking down at her large brown eyes. “How can you tell?” He smiled, “I could tell from your beautiful legs and firm butt. I would love to take you out for a run one of these weekends.” The compliment made her glow. “It’s a deal, ” she said with a smile.“You’re so far the best part of my day, Sakura!”. He was so gracious and gentlemanly that it made her smile.

Lastly, Sakura turned around to help Max who watched her flirting with Dave from his stall. “So, how do I look?” He said. Without thinking she said, “you look amazing.” His long dark hair, dark eyes, and athletic form were enough to set her heart fluttering. He stood at 6’2 to her short 5’6 frame. Sakura inspected him thoroughly from his broad shoulders to his confident stance. As her eyes moved down she immediately noticed that his pants were too long. Sakura grabbed her tape measure and dropped to her knees to check his pants. The top button of her blouse fell open allowing him to enjoy the cleavage created by her Victoria’s Secret push-up bra. He unbuttoned his coat jacket and spread it apart to get a better view. She was smoking hot.

Sakura tucked and marked his pants with chalk then to ensure she made both sides even, she measured his pants inseam from his heel to his inner thigh. As her hand holding the measuring tape rose, Sakura grazed a large and long bump on his leg. her palm opened and Sakura stroked it to feel what it was before Sakura realized what she had done. But instead of removing her hand, Sakura let her small hands linger on his tool, letting her normal shy disposition be replaced by her hornyness. Then Sakura let her hand move up further to get the final measurement of 33”. Her eyes slowly looked up, first glancing at his long stiff bulge then to his eyes where he beamed with a wide smile. Sakura was so embarrassed and yet turned on. “Did you get what you needed? ” he said. Sakura simply nodded, aroused by the moment.

“I’m back”, said Brian who broke the tension between Max and Sakura. Sakura quickly stood up and gathered her thoughts.

“Well I have some bad news,” Sakura said to the bridal party, “I need to hem up these pants and it may take a few hours. Can you guys come back at 5 pm?” Immediately Sakura saw the panic on Bill’s face. “they can’t come back – they have a dinner event tonight in Hemet – that’s 45 minutes away! The wedding is in the morning – isn’t there anything else you can do?”. Sakura felt so bad for him and wanted to make it right. A darker side of her also wanted to see these guys at least one more time. “Well,” Sakura bit her lower lip, “I guess I could drop it off at your house tonight.”

“Really! That would be awesome – you’re a godsend Sakura!”. All of the men seemed pleased with the suggestion. Their positive feedback made her beam from ear to ear. Sakura collected the men’s clothes, put them back on the hangers, and wrapped them up for them to take. Max was the last person left and was still in his stall with his door slightly ajar. From the outside Sakura could see that he was putting his Jeans on. He could see her peeking in. “Sake, I want to thank you again for offering to drop off my pants tonight and giving me a personal fitting. I am looking forward to seeing more of you.” He finished dressing, grabbed his stuff, and before leaving kissed her on the cheek. her heart was beating a thousand miles a minute.