Not all exhibitionism events have to include nudity. With clothing on, I can actually mill around in public while showing off. That's pretty hot.
I was making a work-related errand run at Wal-Mart. I was in the painting section, and was really the only one back there. Since I had come from work, I was nicely dressed: tie, button-up shirt, belt, slacks. My master had previously sent me texts talking about making me wait 2 weeks before I could cum. I told him he was making me get hard while in a store, and we had a back and forth exchange that ended with him telling me he would love to play with a plug in my ass and make me cum while wearing thin white pants in public. Well that really got me going. Now, I'm a leaker. I will just ooze and ooze precum before getting noticeably hard. I told him I was leaking badly, and he responded with a text telling me to get hard.
So, finding myself in a very empty part of the store, I started to let myself get hard. Sometimes that's a really difficult task for me (sometimes it's embarrassingly easy). I generally need what I think is more stimulation than normal to start physically responding. I was on company time, there were kids about, I wasn't allowed to touch myself, and I was nervous about someone getting mad at me and causing a scene -- these things did not add up to a relaxing or arousing environment. Eventually I started boning up, mostly by thinking about how exposed I would look in thin slacks and a belt. I got erect, but not my hardest, or even close to really being rock hard. Just full enough that you could see a rigid bulge extending towards my left pocket. And, oh yeah, a cum stain a bit larger than a quarter near the bottom of my crotch.
Unfortunately, at this point I began to chicken out. I had the choice, mentally, to continue getting hard. If I did that, I would begin to enter a state where I wouldn't be able to back out of my choice. My cock would just give itself positive-feedback and ignore my mental protests. It would have been so hot, so sexy, to let that happen, but at that moment I was too scared. I didn't let myself reach that mindset and my cock deflated just a bit and held steady. It was still painfully obvious, to me at least, that I was aroused: precum stain and obvious tenting from almost any angle you approached me from.
Determined to get some thrills out of the situation, I made my way to the pharmacy section that was at the other side of the store. I passed a few people, none who took special notice of me. On the way I also passed a young male employee, close to my age. He was looking at a shelf and didn't see me, but I decided to get his attention (I just wanted to talk to someone while in this state) and asked him where the rubbing alcohol was. I was watching his eyes. He looked me in the face at first, then his eyes and entire head tilted down and stayed liked that for more than what could be considered a passing glance. It felt good. I wish I had been fully erect. I went to the pharmacy, poked around a bit, and then checked-out.
I think my master will have me revisiting this scenario. Take out the kids and the fact I was actually shopping and also on company time and I think I can have much more fun with this.
Follow the winds
=Sab
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