Ingrid

"Surprise motherfucker!" Shouted Ingrid from behind her flashing camera phone.

"Ingrid!?" I I turned in view of her phone still snapping pictures so I threw my hands before my crotch if only to cover this embarrassing leopard-print jock. "What are you doing here?!" I yelled blushing.

"Oh, I'm just here by sheer coincidence."

"I can hardly believe that! I don't see why you would come into an athletics store."

"No really, I came along shopping with Scarlet because she wanted to pick something up for Santiago. We honestly ran into you here by chance."

That tracks. No doubt Santiago has more sports demands from having a coach like Womak. Man, can you believe my luck? I had to run into the world's worst fashion designer at a time like this? Bridget ran over and gave her friend a hug. They exchanged simple greetings and before I took the chance to slip away, they turned back to me. "Hey where do you think you're going? I still have my twenty seconds."

"Yes, but I also said no pictures!"

"I agreed that 'I' wouldn't take pictures. It's not like I have any control over what pictures my friend takes." I was about to argue but Bridget held up a hand, "Tell you what, if you just let my twenty seconds begin now, you don't have to turn around. She wont take any pictures of your backside."

At this moment, this seemed like the best deal I was going to get. I promised Bridget twenty seconds and this way Ingrid wont get any photos of my all-too exposed buttocks in this embarrassingly revealing jockstrap. I nodded in agreement. The sooner we get this over with the better. So I held my ground with my hands on my hips and started counting while Ingrid flashed away on her phone.

These twenty seconds are going to feel like forever.

About halfway through the count, Bridget walked up to me and placed her hands on my bare chest. My eyes widened at her touch and her hands slowly slid down my abdominal area creating goosebumps in their wake. I smiled despite myself. I don't like people ogling me when I'm naked but I do like Bridget's admiration. Her hands rested on my hips as she moved in close. Standing up on her tiptoes she gave me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around her kissing her back. We held each other like that so intimately I hadn't even realized that we had already gone way past the twenty second mark. With all our passionate kissing I had already forgot about Ingrid taking pictures but I came to my senses when I started hearing clapping coming from all around us.

I looked up from Bridget's mouth and saw that in the time we were making out, a collection of customers and store workers had gathered around us stopping to take notice of the nearly naked man in the leopard-print jock kissing the hot blonde. My face flushed pulling away from Bridget. Before this crowd started breaking out their own phones, I dashed back to the dressing room closing the curtain behind me. I was eager to be rid of the embarrassing garment so I quickly pulled it off of me. As as I stepped out of the jock the curtain opened up behind me. "Why don't you hand that to me? We still have plenty to try on." I turned to Bridget, quickly noticing the curtain was wide-open enough for the crowd of customers standing behind her to get a good view of my dick. There was a lot of whistling and applause. I covered up shoving the jockstrap at her. "Take it already! Just shut that curtain!" Bridget grabbed the leopard jockstrap and closed the curtain immediately. I breathed out as I decided I was done shopping for the day. Turning back in the dressing room, I noticed something terrible. My clothes were all gone! I searched left and right and...well it was such a cramped dressing room there was nowhere else to look.

Someone had taken my clothes.

I popped my head out of the dressing room holding the curtain close to my naked body. "Who the hell stole my clothes!"

"I did."

I turned to this new voice and my blood ran cold when I saw who it was.