I guess I have always been a bit of a pervert, and as I get older it seems to get worse (or better depending on your point of view). But let's be clear on one thing first, I was never a ladies man, jock, or stud, I grew up a nerd. I liked to read and study and watch cartoons instead of running around my neighborhood playing games with the other guys my age. I had my crushes of girls in my school but I was always too shy or geeky to even consider saying a word to them. The few times I tried came out a mumbling mess to be followed by high pitch chuckles.

The only interaction I had with females came from the magazines I found in my brothers closet. He only had a few of them and they were in pretty bad shape, I think it was hand-me-down porn from a friend. They were lower grade porn (I know that now) of hairy ladies of various sizes but as a young teen all I cared was it was "tits and bush' as my one friend called it. We had those 4 books memorized. Then one day the two of us were on a Christmas shopping trip in the downtown area of our town when we found BAGS of porn magazines in a bookstore. There must have been 12 books in the bag for only 5 dollars. We thought the main problem would be buying the bag but the clerk walked over and said he would sell them to us for 10 dollars. Now the big problems was to explain to our mothers how we each 'lost' 5 bucks.

As the years went on and I got older I learned about the many varieties of pornography and fetishes. My collection went from a few magazines to a few boxes of videos and magazines. And then the internet happened. I ended up dropping my collection in a Salvation Army drop box as a joke. I didn't need to keep it any more or have it around the house worrying that one of my few dates and eventually my wife and daughter would accidently find it. And the best thing about the internet as it has grown over the years, even more perversions and fetishes keep popping up all the time.

This brings me to the current day and my current kink. I started watching videos of sharking and public masturbation. While the idea of sharking is interesting there is no way I would even be so bold to do something like that. Public exposure is another thing.

It actually started by accident. I wasn't even thinking about it.

I was in a large box chain store looking for some work boots when I looked over and saw a mother trying to fit some shoes on her daughter. I had a perfect view of her small pointy nipples (my personal favorite) right down her top. The bra was loose enough for me to see both nipples with a slight turn of my head. I was in heaven. Without even thinking about it I reached down and rubbed my growing erection. I slid my zipper down, reached in and adjusted my cock and got it pointing in the right direction. The problem was the direction I had it pointing was at those amazing little tits. I had pulled out my throbbing cock in the middle of the store and stood there in the shoe aisle stroking it. And three feet away knelt a cute brunette, with small firm breasts, fitting her daughter with a new pair of shoes. When I realized what the hell I was doing I quickly turned away and tried to tuck my hard-on back into my jeans, all while scanning the ceiling for a camera and expecting store security to come escort me away. I was flushed red and sweating. My heart was racing. I was basically scared shitless. I turned out of the shoe department and headed for the exit. At first I couldn't wait to get out of there but then I realized that it might seem suspicious if I moved to fast so I slowed down and stopped to look at a few other random items while doing my best to act nonchalant. My pulse was still racing when I got in my car. It was then that I understood it was no longer fear but excitement that had me shaking. I sat in the car for a while trying to compose myself before going home.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Wondering if someone in the store security saw me on the camera. Wondering if there was anyone else besides me, the lady with the amazing nipples and her daughter in the aisle, or even just walking by on the main hallway that could have seen me. And then there were all the possible scenarios that I just day dreamed about. What if she had looked up and seen me, what if her daughter had? It was an exciting proposition to fuel my fantasies. I started watching more of the public masturbation videos online; jacking off on a train, on a bus behind some lady, in a parked car by a busy walkway. This got me even more excited. I just had to try this out, intentionally.

I started by scouting out random stores that weren't too busy. Just go in and look around at silly things and try to look for security cameras and the angles that would keep me from being seen if they had it on tape. I stayed away from my original place of indiscretion and some of the other large stores and malls that would have actual security employees.

In the end I chose a cheap closeout, discount store with full shelves and not a lot of customers. I unzipped my pants in the car and pulled my shirt down so no one could tell. I walked around the store for about 10 minutes until I was brave enough to slide my finger into my zipper and try to coax my cock to life. I was excited about the idea but he wasn't. It wasn't until a lady walked up the book row that I was in that I started to come to life. There was a thrill knowing that while my left hand had 2 fingers sliding along my shaft there was a 50ish lady about 5 feet to my right. I was about to slide my hardening cock from my jeans when a store employee came around the corner on my left. I just made a quick adjustment with my left hand and picked up another book, doing my best attempt to act innocent. The employee asked us both if needed any help and went on her way. I was pretty sure she didn't see anything and when I turned back to continue my 'work' the other lady had left too. I walked around the store for another few minutes looking for some 'inspiration' but I had no luck. I ended up leaving the store with mixed emotions. I was excited for trying but disappointed that I could only play for a minute or two before ultimately giving up.

Over the next 2-3 months I would return to that store every few days and try my luck. I even started buying a certain bag of candy every time so the staff wouldn't get suspicious of my frequent visits. I learned the best aisles for secrecy and which of those would be frequented the most by the lady clientele. The arrangement of the store had the rows going in different directions with some of the aisles ending up at the side of another aisle. I chose the stationary section as my person stomping ground. It wasn't too far from the candy so I had a reason to be on that side and more importantly all of the clothing rows ended at that area. I could walk by and reach out and touch a little bit of a silk bra or rub some lacy panties while I pretended to look at the pens and pencils. On more than one occasion I actually took the panties off the hanger and stroked my cock right there at the endcap.

Summer was in full swing by now and I had taken to wearing my cargo shorts commando for much easier access. Normally I would go commando only in my jeans because my shorts are looser fitting and I didn't like things falling out of place. But now the feeling was amazing. I loved the easy access and not having to shift too much around. And there would have been a lot of shifting going on too seeing these females of all ages in light fabrics, silky tops, and the incredible invention called a tank top. The store had great air conditioning and they kept it nice and cold in there. I always told myself that they did that for my enjoyment and not to keep the customers comfortable. There were always plenty of harden nipples on display which kept me 'awake' on my walks through the store. Breasts and nipples of all sizes, races, and ages were there for me to stare at. On more than one occasion I had the honor of stroking my shaft in the panty aisle while ten feet away there was a set of harden nipples poking out to say Hi while their owner looked for school and art supplies, oblivious to what was happening to the left and back about a foot.

One day while I walking around the store I noticed a bleach blonde MILF in halter top. She had larger tits and I kept thinking of the sharking videos I have abused myself to. I envisioned just walking past her in the aisle, turning and yanking that top down. I even walked past her twice but I didn't have the balls to do it. Giving up that fantasy, I walked up to within 5 feet behind her. I slowly slid my zipper down, hoping she couldn't hear that distinctive noise. I reached in and pulled it out and gave my dick a couple of strokes when a mountainous man in black Harley t-shirt walked up to her and asked when she was ready to leave. I quickly turned away with my dick in my hand and was doing my best to cover up when I literally bumped into an older lady, dick first. I was so focused on the blonde I didn't even notice granny sneaking up behind me. She was looking down at my hand as I said 'excuse me' and walked around her and out of the aisle.

I strolled around a little more to cool my body parts down before doing my usual candy purchase when I noticed a pretty mother daughter pair. Both were wearing light weight fabric tops, the mother in shorts and the daughter in one of those little skirts that barely covered her cheeks. I followed them up and down a few rows, passing them only to stop and look at something dumb until they passed me again. After only a couple of rows I just had to walk away. I was doing my best to not seem to obvious a stalker, and my cock was throbbing. Having already had some excitement on my shopping trip, I was keyed up. I could easily go off at any minute. I strolled through the store to get my bearings back and to get the tightness in my shorts to slacken, but it wasn't much help. I couldn't stop thinking about the mother daughter duet. I kept imagining myself eating out that young little pussy while momma sucked me dry, not very good thoughts to make my erection go away. I wound up in the cleaning supplies area, reading labels, just to get to 'half-staff'.

I walked over and grabbed my usual bag of candy and did another lap around the store. I ended up in my usual corner by the end of the panties row near the stationary. There, bending down to look at the coloring supplies, was the mother of the duet. I stepped closer and grabbed a pen so I could try to peek down her top, but her hair was blocking my view. I let the pen go and took my usual 2 or 3 steps back to admire her back side. It only took a second before I was hard as a rock again. I sat my bag of candy down and picked up a pair of the silky panties. I pulled my throbbing cock from my shorts again, wrapped the panties around it, and slowly gave it a couple of strokes.

It was then that I noticed movement on my left. I froze there in mid stroke. About 10 feet away from where her mother was kneeling stood the daughter. And she was looking right at me, or rather my cock. I knew I was busted. I was sure I was going to jail. And worst of all, I would have to find a new store to prowl.

Then it happened. She made eye contact. And smiled. Then she licked her lips and I thought I was imaging things. My cock jumped in my hand. I watched as she slowly raised her hand to her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Then as she slowly lowered her hand she lightly brushed her small breast, giving it a slight squeeze. I was in a trance. Here was a beautiful young lady watching me stroke my cock and she was enjoying it. And then it happened.

Her mom spoke to her and we both jumped out of our skins!

She was cooler about it than I was. I started to turn and hide but she just answered her mother and walked over to her. She smiled and licked her lips again as she walked by so I turned back towards her. She walked around to her mother's right side so it put her mother between us. She looked right at me again and smiled. Then she gave me slight nod towards my cock and begin to stare. She watched as I slowly stroked my cock, only looking away to answer her mom's questions.

My eyes took in her body, running up her legs to the tiny skirt, over her perky little tits to that beautiful face. She kept biting her lip, which was a big weakness for me. I don't know about her but I was sweating, my heart was racing, my breath was getting faster. And the whole time she just stood there staring, just like she was watching Pretty Little Liars or some other TV show.

The only noticeable reaction I saw from her was when I came. And I came hard. I shot a rope across the aisle. The next blast went half as far. The rest ended up in the panties and on the floor at my feet.

She gasped. And stared. She watched me milk every drop of cum. Her mother asked her if she was ok because she heard the gasp and she just mumbled something about forgetting something at home.

She watched with a smirk on her face as I cleaned off my cock head, put the panties on the shelf next to the bag of candy, and tucked my cock away. I turned and walked back up the row, shaking and sweating the whole way, trying to get back to normal. I headed for the door as quickly as I could. I was scared. Scared at what I had just done. Afraid either the girl or her mother might turn me in. I could not believe that I had just done that.

I got to my car and quickly drove away from the store. I pulled into another store parking lot a few blocks away where I sat and composed myself. As I sat there I realized that this was the same store where I first pulled out my hard-on in public just a few months ago. After a few minutes I went into the store and cleaned up my sticky hands and head in their restroom. Then I went home and tried to act normal around my family.

It took me over a month before I went back to my store. I had visited other stores in the area to help with my obsession, but I had never finished myself off like that in public again. Eventually I created a sort-of rotation of a dozen stores in my area, not allowing myself to get too comfortable in any one place. I have even been enough of a pervert to jack off in my local fast food drive thru, leaving my dick hanging out in hopes that the girl would be able to see it.

I often wonder what happened after I left. Did the girl walk over and check out the sticky panties? Did her mother notice anything or recognize the smell of cum in the air? Did anyone slip in the goo puddles on the floor? What were the employees' reactions when they had to clean the area up and if they realized what exactly they were cleaning up? I like to dream that she stole the panties. Or that she walked over to them and stuck her finger into the load and tasted it. I imagine her mother stepping into it and slipping, and that beautiful smirk on the daughters face as she laughs knowing what was on the floor.

I have often considered going on craigslist or one of those type of sites just to see if I could find a girl to meet me in a store and 'spy' on me. While it would be exciting. I don't think it would same as my small breasted beauty. She will always have a special place burned into my mind, and every time I go into "our" store I look for her. Someday I hope to meet her again and just smile at her as we pass in the aisle.

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