Fifteen minutes later, they were walking down the aisle of the grocery store, and Cindy was picking off packages from the bottom shelf, deliberately flashing Gene her pussy when no one was in the aisle with them. Cindy, despite her bravado, was nervous about her outfit and spent a lot of energy pulling on the skirt to cover as much of her ass as possible.  When she met people in the aisle, she crossed her arms awkwardly over her breasts.  She had always enjoyed men looking at her and loved showing her body in sexy clothes.  This somehow felt different.  She had crossed some arbitrary line in the sand where this felt like exhibitionism.   Or it was some kind of predicament sex where she could not push the cart, keep her skirt down, cover her boobs, and pick off groceries from the shelf without exposing herself.  What surprised Cindy the most was how much putting herself in this situation turned her on.  Her vulnerability, her exposure to probing eyes despite her best efforts not to show off her ass, tits, and pussy left her wet, and with an arousal inside of her that was slowly consuming her.  Gene refused to help her and was struggling with his own arousal.  It was so obvious that Gene had no control of his body, but she wondered how much of the same thing was going on with her with every minute that passed.  Men were all looking, smiling, staring, and even saying hi to her.  She sensed she had just entered a new stage in her sexuality; was she now on a path to becoming an exhibitionist, she asked herself.

Gene couldn’t believe Cindy had gone through with it and got out of the safety of the car.  Seeing how uncomfortable she was being half-naked was a huge turn-on in its own right.  Even trying not to expose herself, he found it easy to gawk at her breasts and the way her nipples had gone erect as she got turned on.  Her skirt rode up on her ass cheeks and had to be pulled down constantly because it was just too small to cover her ass.  Whether she bent over at the waist or squatted to get something off the lower shelves gave him an opportunity to see her pussy. When she leaned over the cart or the meat aisle, his eyes were torn between her swinging breasts or exposed ass.  When she reached a higher shelf, nearly half of her ass cheeks were exposed.

And oh, did the cage hurt. He wondered how he had ever got this crazy fantasy in his head.  His penis was compressed and felt like it would explode; the ring pulled on his balls, and he was going mad with how his penis kept pointing down.  Inside the tube, his penis jerked and fought its cage, and the pressure of semen inside him wanting to get out made him think his balls would rupture.  It was awful and wonderful at the same time to be so turned on, and as the minutes rolled into hours, his frustration grew to a level that it was almost impossible to act like everything was normal.  He wanted a timeout even more than he wanted to fuck Cindy.  His reality was bigger than the fantasy, and he felt so much more out of his control than he thought possible.  He could sense that there was a growing panic in Cindy, too, as she realized she had gone too far.