My cock exploded, blast after exciting blast of warm horny male cum into the air and onto the floor as the lady next to me, a stranger, observed my cock having a volcanic cum spilling eruption.
The expression on her face was surprise, then shock, and then awkwardness -- all in one.
But not horrified or angry.
That sent a signal to my brain and cock. All was not lost. This sort of humiliating experience might not turn into a disaster.
It started when my wife dragged me downtown to an indoor flea market area to buy cheap clothes, pants, shirts and jackets, which could then be tailored, again cheaply, to look expensive. Since we were in an Asian and Latino section of the city, the store had a large staff of seamstresses who basically worked cheap and did a great job.
This clothing store had the flair of a family-style restaurant. You know, the old type of place where the customers sit at large tables of 12 or more people, and where you do not know the person sitting next to you. But you do it because the food is so good you put up with the lack of style and comfort. Well, this clothing store had racks and racks of clothing and changing stalls which were not well concealed from the shoppers so that you could basically see the person in the dressing stall taking off her dress or putting on a bra. I got many naked shots and this had gotten my cock rock hard in the first place. It was mostly partial tit shots and a little bare ass, but no matter it was a turn on.
Most of the clientele were Asians or poor older white ladies. And none of them seemed to mind that they were on display in the changing stalls. But it wasn't' the changing stall that had me pop my nuts; it was in the seamstress area where a Chinese looking lady, maybe 20, maybe 30, maybe 40 years of age had me take off my pants.
My 36 year old wife had chosen five pair of pants and two sport jackets for me to get tailored and then she left me in the tailoring area so that she could go shopping for herself. The tailor area had 20 or so Asian looking women bent over working at sewing machines and with several changing areas which had a curtain made of a bed sheet. The seamstress area had two large fans blowing air to cool off the desperately hot humid air and the women working at the sewing machines all had their dress or skirts raised above their knees to keep cool. I had a very nice view of legs and even one or two crotch shots. It was hard to tell their age since their faces seemed so clean and soft and wrinkle free. They could be 20 or 30 or even 50 years old. As far as I could tell, all the Asian women looked alike. Yet my hard-on did not go down while I waited my turn. I fantasized burying my head between one young looking Asian seamstress legs and licking her fishy tasting cunt with al her pussy juice. Or I fantasized about sucking on Asian titty and then cumming all over her face. I kept myself occupied during my 15 minute wait.
When it came for my turn, a happy looking Asian lady, with her hair tied on top of her head motioned for me to follow her. The first thing that I noticed was that her breasts were large, round, not small and puny like many Asian women. I was led a down a log hallway, 300 or more feet to the back of the large room away from the sewing area and where there were no fans and very little air circulating. She took me behind a curtain, but first had to move several boxes containing mounds of clothing.
She said in a dead pan voice, "You take off jacket and pants, leave on shirt and underpants. I measure you from head to toe then we try on each pants and measure. Then jacket and maybe you want shirts, too. They cheap. Ok.".
She did not say please and she never left the makeshift changing room.
I waited, not sure what was gong on. But I was realizing that privacy was not going to be part of the picture.
As a few second ticked off without me taking off any clothes, she said, "What are you? You maybe German?"
I was taken aback by her off the cuff remark [no pun intended] and replied, "No, but close. My mom and dad spoke German but they came from Belgium. I was born here in California."
She said, "Your hair different color. You have blond hair. Not brown or black. Interesting, no?."
She waited and probably was thinking it was perfectly normal to watch a guy change his clothes in a department store changing room. Well, maybe in China.
Then she said again nonchalantly, "Why no take off clothes? You no little boy."
I removed my jacket and realized I had to drop my pants and that my hard-on would be very obvious; sure it would be covered by my boxer shorts but my cock was definitely sticking out. It would be hard to miss since I had a very decent size dick, not bad I might add for a guy just over 41 years of age with a very active dick. Just ask my wife!
And then this Asian lady is sitting on her haunches, like in a squat, and I can see down her blouse which is loose and her bra is not real tight to her tits so I can catch glances of her whole tit and almost her nipples.
I take off my pants and turn to the side which only makes it obvious that I am trying to hide the erection that is pushing out my underwear. As the dead air hardly breezes on my now bare legs, my cock nevertheless is twitching inside my boxer shorts. But she stands behind me and measures my arms and back and has me stretch out my arms and then she puts the tape around my neck. And she writes the numbers down and now is sitting on her legs again.
She is sitting in front of me on her haunches. And I see her notice my bulge. But she says nothing. A flash went into my brain and registered but I was not able to put it in words. Not yet, anyway...but it registered.
Instead she takes the tape and comes closer to me to measure my waist. Once I feel her hands contact my skin, I am on fire. Now at my side, she puts the tape at my waist then brings it down to my knees, and my cocks is now twitching a real lot.
She says again in a dead pan voice, "You should be dishonored. If you young boy, I give you spanking."
But it was her tone of her voice; there was no malice, no real anger, just a simple fact of a mother talking to her 10 year old son and wondering how to best handle him as he goes through this horny stage.
She was younger than my wife; I took her age to be about 31, give or take. Her skin was gorgeous and her face while not real pretty was cute in a sweet way. And she did not run away. She sat quietly, sort of.
She was keyed on my bulging cock, watching it twitch inside my undies.
I attempted to joke. "It has a life of its own. It won't go down." I looked at her imploringly, but that had no effect on her.
I joked. "Maybe a spanking would help." I said this without thinking but knew it was the right move, since she had not hollered or screamed or got up and left. I was able to figure out that she had some interest in me, my sex, my bulging cock.
She had not left the small room, had not moved a muscle, and sat coolly quiet, taking in this stranger with a hard-on in her sewing room. Most revealing, there was not a trace of anger or fear on her face. I was keenly aware that no one was real close to our cubicle. That no one could hear us speaking unless we talked loudly. We had a dash of privacy.
So I went for the gold. I said, "Look!" and pulled my briefs down over my hard-on and half way down my legs to my knees and stood tall.
Her eyes now widened and she was about to speak so I quickly took hold of my cock and when my hands came in contact with my throbbing man meat, I lost it. I shot a glob of cum across the room and the more squirts and more until I had emptied my balls.
She never said a word. Her eyes were focused on my twitching cock and my shooting cum and she seemed frozen and mesmerized. I figured I was in trouble and began to apologize.
She then sprang into action. Quickly she stood up, told me to be quiet and left the room and in seconds returned with a no-label box of tissues and began to wipe the cum off the floor. She handed me a wad of tissue and I cleaned off my cock. The fear of exposure was great and I was afraid that I had gone too far, but when I felt her eyes on me, on watching me wipe the cum from my cock, I knew that she would not scream pervert.
I took my time. I milked the cum from my cock, letting her see the cum drip from the cock tip. When I wiped off the cock tip, I smeared cum over the cock tip to make it appear redder, more shiny. Then I cupped my balls and let her see all my sex organ. When I finished wiping, I handed the bunched up tissue to her. To her credit, she did not seem to mind that the tissue paper was wet with my cum. This left an impression, but no words were spoken.
