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I went through the drive-through of the bank with little incident. Although it was still damp, the spot on my pants would be hard to see unless you were staring. I immediately made a beeline to the bathroom in the grocery store, and as I saw nobody was in there, I went into the stall and immediately began stroking myself. It seemed like the only way to get this thing down. It seemed slightly bigger than before, and as I set to work I was immediately streaming precum.

After painting the inside of the toilet, my cock grew softer, and I left, embarrassed, but thankful nobody saw me. That said, I think someone heard the sounds of all the cum splashing down, because people were staring. Well, women were staring. It was uncomfortable and odd, because I am neither used to or interested in all this attention.

I moved about my business, picking up this and that. I kept drawing female attention, all of which in the form of odd glances and confusion, as if I were wearing a weird shirt. Or if I’m actually tracking their eyes… weird pants? A thought crossed my mind. Is my cock attracting this much attention? I feel it stir below me as I maneuver the cheeses, and hear a gasp as the outline is solidified. I turn to see a young woman staring directly at me, a shapely brunette in jeans and a stoner t-shirt. I clear my throat and see her blush furiously and look away, pretending to be shopping.

“Can I help you?” I step towards her.

“I’m sorry, you’re just uh, really handsome”, She said, looking abashed, “I didn’t mean to stare”

“Do you want my number?” I took the gamble

“Yes! Yes, sorry-” Her eyes met mine “-I’m not sure what’s going on with me.”

We exchange numbers, but we don’t part ways yet, as we both awkwardly continue our shopping in the aisle, occasionally making small talk. As the minutes crawl by, I get some glances at her body impressed upon her jeans. Testing my limits, with a now erect penis, I pay more attention to her face. She’s definitely becoming more flushed, and I know she’s done in this aisle, but seems unable to leave first. I pretend like I’m grabbing something on the shelf she’s at, reaching around her and pressing against her back.

I, too, am incredibly flushed. This is incredibly inappropriate, and if we got caught it could be curtains for me. But as I brush against her toned ass, she gasped, and as I pulled back she turned to face me, and we both looked down to a newly reformed dark spot on my pants. But we both look at each other.