Play it safe

You try to keep walking toward the exit, but with each step you take the sensation is building and building. You try to power through and simply will yourself not to take pleasure in the sensation, but to no avail. If you could only make it to Alex, then he could fuck you and make you cum. As you're thinking this, you realize that there's absolutely no way you could make it there without cumming. In fact, you probably couldn't make it past the next shop before cumming.

You can barely think over the sexual fog clouding your mind, but you realize that cumming means probably being taken back to the officer you just got fucked by and landing into even further trouble, you instead choose to stop and take a break. You're on the upper floor, so you move out of the main walking area and instead walk over to the railing between you and the gap down to the next floor. You lean on it, squeezing your legs together, willing yourself to calm down from your sexual high. Looking at the people pass by you below, you notice the men. You think what it would be like to fuck them. As one man passes, you think about being beneath him -- being pressed into the wall of a bathroom stall as he fucks you. Another man, you imagine riding him cowgirl in the backseat of his car.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that weren't helping your condition. You spin around, now leaning your back against the railing and facing the store you're standing in front of. You close your eyes and stand there, trying not to think of anything sexual for a little while. Just as you're beginning to calm down, you open your eyes and notice a guy leaning against the wall opposite you, staring in your direction. More specifically, he seems to be staring at your crotch.

Could he tell how turned on you are? There's no way he could, it must be your imagination. Before you can think about it any further, he makes eye contact with you and starts walking toward you.

"Exhibitionist?" he asks. You look at him, puzzled. He leans closer to you. "Your pussy is hanging out," he whispers in your ear, the breath tickling your neck tantalizingly, "and I can tell how wet you are."

It takes a second for the words to take hold in your sex-addled mind. Your pussy is hanging out? How? You're wearing shorts. You quickly shoot him a shocked look.