Depends on what you mean by safely

But fate had other plans. As he reached the end of the aisle, he heard the unmistakable sound of giggling. He turned to see two young women, their phones in hand, staring at him with wide-eyed amazement. "Oh my God!" one of them squealed, and before John could react, they both dashed over to him.

"Want to be in our selfie?" they asked, their voices high and innocent.

John's heart dropped into his stomach as they raised their phones, their screens lighting up with the flash of cameras. He stumbled back, his hands still clutching his crotch, trying to cover up. "No!" he yelped, his voice high with panic.

But the girls were insistent, their giggles turning into full-blown laughter as they pushed his arms away, each one holding it away from his cock. The cold air of the store hit his cock, making it jump with arousal. He couldn't believe this was happening.

The girls leaned in, their phones at the ready, and John felt their warm breath on his sensitive skin. He tried to back away, but his legs wouldn't move. His body was in a state of panic, his mind racing with the fear of being exposed even more. But his cock had a mind of its own, and it responded to the proximity of the young, pretty faces with an intensity that was almost painful.

One of the girls, the blonde one, leaned in first. She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and then she flicked her tongue out. It brushed the tip of his cock, and John couldn't hold back a gasp. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before. The other girl, a brunette with a smattering of freckles across her nose, followed suit, her tongue darting out to lick the underside of his shaft.

John's knees buckled, and he almost fell because he was so sensitive. His cock was so hard, it was pulsing with his heartbeat. He looked down, his eyes wide with shock, and watched as the girls took selfie after selfie, their heads bobbing up and down, their tongues swirling around his cock. The flashes from their phones illuminated their faces in a strobe-like fashion, casting shadows across the lingerie displayed on the racks.

The pressure was building inside him, the sensation of their tongues too much to handle. His body was screaming for release, and he knew it was coming. The first spurt shot out, hitting the blonde girl's cheek and making her squeal. She giggled and leaned back, snapping another selfie with John's cumming cock in the background. The brunette, unfazed, continued her ****, her tongue flicking against his frenulum.

John's orgasm hit like a freight train. The second spurt was powerful, and it landed on the brunette's phone screen, obscuring the view. The third spurt went into her hair, and she squealed with delight. The fourth spurt hit the blonde's chest, and she let out a surprised yelp. The fifth and sixth spurts painted a messy line across the floor, and the seventh spurt shot straight up, falling back down like a sticky rain.

The girls were laughing now, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They took more selfies, capturing the moment forever. John felt a mix of humiliation and arousal as his cum shot out, each spurt more powerful than the last. He could feel their eyes on him, their excitement feeding his own.

And then it was over. His body was spent, his cock still twitching slightly. The girls looked at him, their expressions a mix of glee and disbelief. "Oh my God," the brunette said, her eyes wide. "That was amazing."

John's face was scarlet, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had to get out of there, fast. He turned and bolted back down the aisle. The sound of the girls' laughter followed him, echoing through the store.

He stumbled into the changing room, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking as he tried to pull the curtain closed behind him. He could still feel their tongues on his skin, the cold air of the store making his cock even more sensitive. He leaned against the wall, his heart racing.

He looked down at himself, his cock still half-hard, surrounded by a mess of sticky white fluid. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life. The sound of Rachel's voice calling his name from the changing area was like a slap in the face. "John? Are you okay back there?"

John took a deep breath and pulled on his jeans as fast as he could, trying to ignore the sticky wetness on his skin. He threw on his shirt, not caring if it was inside out or not. The fabric clung to his sticky chest, but he had to get out of here. He grabbed his boxers, stuffing them into his pocket. "Yeah," he called back, his voice shaking. "I'll...uh...see you in a week for the alterations."

He could hear Rachel's footsteps approaching the changing room. "John?" she said, her tone concerned. "Is everything okay?"

John took one last look in the mirror. He couldn't meet his own gaze. He turned and stepped out of the changing room, trying to walk with some semblance of dignity. Rachel's eyes went wide when she saw him, but she quickly composed herself. "John, let me help you clean up."

He waved her off. "It's fine," he mumbled. "I'll just go."

Rachel looked torn for a moment, but then nodded. "Okay. I'll have it ready for you in a week."

John didn't bother to respond. He just turned and bolted out of the store, the bell chiming behind him. The cool evening air hit him like a slap in the face, jolting him back to reality. He just needed to get home.

The walk was a blur. He kept his head down, hoping no one would notice the state he was in. He just wanted to get to the safety of his apartment, to wash away the humiliation of what had just happened.

When he finally reached his building, he took the stairs two at a time, his legs burning with the effort. He fumbled with his keys, finally managing to get the door open. He stumbled into his apartment and made a beeline for the shower, stripping off his cum-soaked clothes along the way. The water was cold, but it felt good on his overheated skin. He stood under the spray, letting the water wash away the stickiness, the smell of sex and embarrassment.

John's mind raced as he tried to process what had just happened. Rachel had been so...aggressive. And the girls...they hadn't even asked before they started licking him. It was like they knew he wouldn't be able to say no. He felt a twinge of anger, but it was quickly overshadowed by the memory of their tongues on his skin, the way they had giggled and squealed with delight. He knew he should have been disgusted, but instead he felt...excited.