Go inside

Your resolve as hard as your cock, you peek around to make sure nobody is around. Once you’re sure the coast is clear, you sprint towards the double doors, your dick slapping against your thighs as you run.

You don’t think about it until you’re about to go through the doors, but you have a fleeting thought that there could be someone right on the other side, and there’s no way they wouldn’t see you if you burst in.

Thankfully, there was no one there when you go in, but you hear voices and footsteps nearby, so you quickly duck behind some trash cans. You wait there, holding your breath, clutching your shirt in preparation to cover yourself if needed. The footsteps approach, but the talking has ceased.

Suddenly, one of the cans you’re hiding behind is moved, and you freeze in fear, certain you’ve been caught. Miraculously, the person who had grabbed it had headphones in, and wasn’t paying enough attention to see you as he wheeled it away. Unfortunately, as he moves away, you spot someone who has his back to you. If he turned, you’d be in plain sight, crouching down with your dick standing at full mast. You’re unable to move, paralyzed with fear. You wait to be spotted, but the man walks forward, and into a room slightly ahead of him. You breathe a sigh of relief, but the relief is short lived as you hear more footsteps. You glance towards the doors. You could escape; you still had the chance.

But...

You get up and start running deeper into the back room, away from the doors and the footsteps. The sound of your bare feet slapping the concrete floor seems annoyingly loud. You go past palettes of products as you run all the way to the back, where products in the “ad section” sit. You get down behind one of the palettes stacked with stuff, and stop to take a breath.

You’re still clutching your shirt, but for some reason, it’s starting to make you feel tight, and hot. It’s annoying you.

So, after taking a look around and seeing no one still, you grab the hem of the shirt, and lift it up and off your upper body, looking down at it in awe as it rested in your hands.

It was a simple gesture, but just like when you stepped out of your other clothes, the act left you feeling waves of arousal, however this time, it was different. Now, you were completely and utterly nude. Not a stitch of clothing on your body. Your dick and ass in full view. Bare...ass...naked.

Unable to stand it anymore, you set the shirt aside and sit down, firmly grasping your throbbing member. You began to pump it, and as soon as you do, you groan in satisfaction. The cold, air-conditioned room combats your hot, warm arousal. You’re already leaking precum, and this immediately becomes your most intense masturbation session ever. You doubt you’ll last long.

You speed up, pumping it hard and fast, your hips lifting up with the ****, and you become lost in your own arousal, becoming oblivious to your own surroundings. You’ve never felt more alive.

But, just as you’re about to reach the greatest climax of your life...