Leave the clothes behind

Once you’re absolutely sure the girls are gone, you decide to kick it up a notch, and get even more daring. You creep down the end of the aisles until you find a display with what appears to be a small section of empty space between it and the aisle itself. Looking around, and peeking around the corners, you slip your pants and boxers into the section, until they are sufficiently out of sight. Once they’re gone from view, you are left standing completely bare from the waist down with nothing to cover yourself with other than your shirt and your hands.

Speaking of, you nervously pull your shirt down in the front, not quite covering everything, leaving the bottom of your shaft and your balls exposed, and basically showing off your entire ass. You take a step away from your clothes, your heart racing. Then another step, then another, and eventually, you’re several aisles away from your clothes. You stop when you hear voices, this time of a couple of guys. You peek around to see them taking stuff from the shelves to put in their cart. They are racing away from you, so before you can stop to question yourself, you jump out of hiding, and pull up your shirt, exposing yourself for a couple seconds before ducking back out of sight.

At no indication of being seen, you can’t help but giggle a little. Arousal is burning through your entire body, and you gently caress your throbbing cock as it begs for attention. You still don’t want to give in yet, though it take a lot of willpower to resist jerking off right then and there.

Instead, you continue, and actually enter an empty aisle. You’re nervous to go too deep in at risk of being unable to escape if someone suddenly shows up. Even so, you start taking steps in, scanning the shelves to try to distract from your need to masturbate.

You’re about a third of the way in when you hear footsteps from the other side. You panic and freeze for a moment, pulling your shirt down so tightly, you felt like you were gonna rip it. You quickly recover, and turn on you heel, sprinting away, hoping you get away, as there’s no way they wouldn’t notice your bare ass out in full view. You manage to round the corner and flatten against the end of the aisle, getting shivers at the feeling of your bare cheeks against the cold metal of the aisle. You hear voices, but nothing that sounds like an exclamation of having seen a half-naked man.

Your heart feels like it might explode out of your chest. That was way too close. He almost got caught. Yet you wanted more. More and more, always more. So, despite how anxious you feel, you let go of your shirt, and it flies back up, your dick emerging from underneath, it’s stiffness allowing it to make itself fully visible. With determination, you start walking past the aisles.

The store is beginning to fill up some more, so you see more people as you go by the aisles, each one so close to seeing your stiff cock. You resisted the urge to run, and instead kept at a brisk pace.

Until someone came out of one of the aisles.

An elderly woman nearly made you jump out of your skin, and you quickly ducked into an aisle to avoid being seen as she started moving past where you just had been. You breathe a sigh of relief, but your relief is temporary, as someone comes into the aisle from the other side, leaving you trapped!

Even as you panic, your dick throbs, which you hide under your shirt. Your mind races to come up with a plan, and actually manages to do so. As the man at the other end comes closer, you face him sideways, holding you dick under your shirt, but not so much that it’s obvious you aren’t wearing anything down below. The man takes a glance at you, and miraculously, he doesn’t notice. But he’s still coming closer, scanning the shelves as he walks. You look over and see the elderly woman still hasn’t gone into another aisle, and is moving so unbearably slow.

You look back and see that the man has stopped, looking face on the shelf. You look back and are relieved to see the woman beginning to turn into an aisle. You look back, and you pale as you see the man, halfway down the aisle, looking at you curiously, examining you.

You decide to go for it, and sidle away, not allowing the man to see either side of you, and once you’re sure you’re out of sight, you rush to the meat and cheese section, and squat down behind the center area, where the workers cut the food. You place a hand over your racing heart. He’d noticed. He’d noticed that you weren’t as you had seemed.

You peeked over the counter, not seeing him anywhere. You sit back down, once again shivering at the sensation of the floor against your bare ass, and even your balls. Then, you look up, and see some double doors with a sign above saying “Employees Only”.

Your mind races with possibilities, and while one part of your brain is telling you it’s a terrible idea, the other is telling you how thrilling it could be...