Jake's day didn't improve much over his wife's day. He kept getting erections for no particular reason, losing it as soon as a woman came near. As soon as she moved away, he went erect again. It drove him crazy, more so when he was working and his arousal went up, making him rub his crotch. Then it simply vanished, leaving him with a sigh.
At lunch, he spilled ketchup on his shirt, heading for a nearby store to buy a new one. As he went to the front to pay, a teen girl with dark hair walked up to him, her smile making her look fifteen instead of the eighteen Kate Wilson really was.
"Hi, can I ask if you..."
Jake looked at her as she lost her smile, staring at his crotch. He looked down to see he was in full erection, the cock moving back and forth as if waving. He found his arousal going up as he looked at the frowning face before him.
"Yeah, forget I was going to ask you anything, pervert. I'm not interested in what you're thinking."
She turned, walked away, and as Jake watched that ass moving in those short running shorts, his own arousal went up more, his erection almost moving to wear a hole in his pants. He stood stunned, never experiencing this sort of thing.
He finally moved to the front, standing behind her in the check-out line, still unsure of what was going on, only knowing he felt desire and lust at the sight of this young girl who finally turned around. She frowned.
"You stalking me now, pervert? You can't find a woman your own age to do that sort of thing?"
"Sorry, I'm not sure what is going on."
She smirked at him, his arousal notching up.
"I'm eighteen and I know what's going on. You're a horny old pervert who wants to get it on with a young virgin. That pretty much sums it up for me."
She turned to look at the next customer being helped. Jake felt a hand on his ass, making him suppress a moan. The girl spun around.
"Listen to me, pervert. You touch me again and I'll have security toss you out if not have you arrested. You get me?"
She turned back as Jake blinked. He never touched her, didn't even come close and if there were security cameras, it would prove he didn't. On the other hand, calling to miss a meeting because he allegedly accosted a young girl wasn't going to go well either. Jake took a step backwards to put more distance between them.
A hand was on his ass, even if no one was behind him. He was suddenly pushed forward, Jake unable to stop as he pushed into the girl who spun, slapping him soundly, Jake's head snapping to one side.
She turned back to set her pile of clothes on the belt for the cashier to run up. Jake apologized, claiming he didn't know why he fell forward.
"Uh-uh, pervert, you have a lot of that. You don't know why your dick is waving for attention when I walk by, pretty much as it's doing now, you don't know who stood behind me to touch my ass while you were the only one there and now you don't know why you leaped forward to rub your dick into my ass for a quick feel."
The cashier was an older man who was vastly interested in the conversation, his look at Jake telling him the grandfather in him wanted to let Jake know what was what.
Her pile came to almost sixty dollars as Jake apologized again. She pointed to the bags on the belt.
"Pay for those and let me leave in peace. I won't file charges. Otherwise, your ass belongs to a lawyer who you better make sure is good."
Arousal going up to the point he was ready to hump the belt before him, Jake quickly agreed to pay for all her items. He was still paying as she walked out the door, Jake's erection and arousal dropping within seconds. Walking to his car, the ketchup covered shirt in the bag, he spotted the young girl walking to a bus stop. His dick went into overdrive, his arousal matching it degree by degree. Jake could only stand between cars, staring at that ass as it walked across the lot to the bus stop.
She disappeared, his body went to normal, and he made it to work in time for the meeting. Afterwards, sitting in his office, his mind went to the girl, his body going into some arousal but not as much as actually seeing her. It drove him crazy the rest of the day considering how badly he reacted when other women were around. What was it about some teen girl that set him off?
As he went over some work at home, he kept thinking the same thoughts. He was in full mast when he went to bed, snuggling over to his wife who acted like she was trying to wake up. By the time she asked what he wanted, his dick was shriveled. He only rolled over, trying to go to sleep.
The next day he got out of his car to go eat when his dick went erect, his body responding. Jake looked around to see the girl from the day before leaving a fast-food place, drink in hand, not realizing Jake was there. He got back into the car, slowly following her to a cheap motel a few blocks away. She went into one of the units.
Pulling into the parking lot, he sat in his car, watching the door. He was ready to hump as his hand massaged his erection, twice Jake catching himself at it. The door opened, the girl walking straight to him, Jake lowering the window, not even thinking of trying to drive away from the reason for his embarrassment.
"Pervert, you followed me, didn't you? You're a stalking pervert!"
"No, no, please, miss, it's not like that. Really, I'm not stalking you."
"Really? Oh, I can't wait to see which door you go to so you can embrace your friend you're visiting."
Jake was caught, knew it, still didn't think of driving away. He stammered a few times before she shook her head.
"I'm going inside, you want to come in, fine. I'll have my taser with me, you strip and play with yourself while you try to convince me you're not a pervert."
She walked back inside, Jake shaking as he watched her close the door. He wasn't a pervert, he just found her arousing and lusted like crazy for her. He had no idea why as he got out of the car, walked over, opened the door, and stepped inside. The place smelled, looked dirty and he regretted coming in. Except for the part where he closed the door, standing by it, the girl in a chair a few yards away, a taser in one hand.
"You remember the next steps, pervert? Strip, stroke, and talk."
Jake had no idea what was going on as he undid his tie, undressing in front of a total stranger, soon wearing nothing but his waving erection.
"Not a junk yard, pervert. Pile your clothes nicely on the bed and not scattered all over. This isn't the Ritz, but I do like neatness."
Clothes piled on the bed, neatly folded, he started stroking his manhood, before trying to explain he wasn't stalking her, he was simply trying to discover why he had so much lust for her. She laughed at him.
"No difference, pervert, stalking or lusting. Either way, you followed me to where I live and sat in the car to see where else I might go. Or were you waiting for me to leave so you could force your way in, to set up cameras?"
