It's an embarrassing disaster.

A flattered blush spreads across my smiling face, I already knew she thought I was sexy but hearing her say it out loud—when I'm clothed, no less—instills a sense of pride in me, and well, she probably doesn't mean it that way, but I don't fail to notice how she suggested I'm hers.

Immediately, that is to say, a few seconds, after pulling away from the curb in this luxurious car, a gust picks up in the direction opposite where we're driving, and it is no mere zephyr; the wind blows by with so much power that it swipes the sunglasses clean off Ming Zhao's face, and unfortunately, also tears away the threadbare old flannel I'd been wearing for hardly even fifteen minutes. I yelp at the unwelcome feeling of the cold air rushing across my bared skin.

The sultry businesswoman's recently uncovered eyes trace intensely over my recently uncovered chest, and she takes more than just one moment to take in the contours of my rippling bare muscles, before tearing her invested gaze off of my now blushing body, and back to the road. She amends her previous comment, "Okay Ahab, I am now more delighted."

We continue the drive with me embarrassingly shirtless, soon becoming a point of attention for numerous female motorists, who all got great opportunities to ogle my bare chest, since there was no roof to shield me from their leers. They got more obvious at lights, where the dirty women would lean out to stare as much as they wanted at me and always took the chance to catcall, like so;

"Wooo! Where can I get one of you?"

"Hey sexy, let me see if you're missing your pants too!"

"Woof."

"That girl looks like a hillbilly, you should join me, good-lookin'!"

"Is your cock as gorgeous as the rest of you?"

"I wanna lick you all over, handsome!"

I try with all my willpower to endure the humiliating catcalls and wolf-whistles coming from the ladies in the cars and trucks surrounding us, by giving Ming Zhao the directions to my apartment, she's trying her best to look sympathetic, but there's a blatant expression of arousal overtaking her features, she is after all, the woman with the best view of me by far, and she knows what I look like... naked, so even as she tries to assuage my embarrassment, she's biting down hard on her soft red lips.

It thankfully doesn't take much longer to reach my place, but I'm groaning into my hands and blushing pink, still recovering from all that licentious harassment, as I walk out of the car and across the complex's lawn, not watching where I'm going.

"That was the most horrible car ride of my entire life."

"If it's any consolation, I threw a rock at one of those girls."

While I certainly enjoyed her retaliatory gesture in the moment, it hardly made up for the other twelve women who harassed with impunity, and I'm too embarrassed to respond to Ming Zhao as I keep making absentminded strides toward my home. A careless step gets the cuff of my pants caught on a sprinkler head, and I'm knocked over backwards, leaving me leaning on the wall leading into the plaza of my apartment.

Now, tripping because I didn't watch where I was walking is embarrassing enough, but the abject humiliation sets in when I notice that I lost my pants during the fall, exposing my large cock to my crush for what felt like the millionth time today.

Ming Zhao is blushing, staring straight at my crotch, I'm mortified already, but…