The Amateur Exhibitionist

"Stay here and stay quiet for a moment." She said, and walked off. He did as she said, and sat down, his face still burning. He actually got caught, but this wasn't what he was expecting. It seemed like she knew what was going on.

His suspicions were soon confirmed when she popped up again. "Are you an exhibitionist?" She asked, making him jump.

"Y-yeah..." he said.

"I thought so." She said back. "Now that you've...done that..." she said, her referencing his masturbation session, making his hands around his crotch tighten. Her eyes on him are already starting to make his dick harden once more, "...I'm assuming you want to get out of here?"

"Yeah..." he said again.

"Where are your clothes?" She asked. Ben turned to where he thought he threw his shirt, but to his horror, he didn't see it. He was so lost in his arousal that he didn't actually pay attention to where he had thrown it.

"I, uh...my pants and boxers are out there, hidden..." Ben said, pointing towards the general direction of the main store, "but I don't know where my shirt is, give me a second-"

"No." She said suddenly. "You don't have time, you need to get out of here now. They're sending people back here really soon, you're lucky I was the first to get here." He felt his face pale. She was right, he had to leave.

"Wh-what do I do?" He asked.

"How did you get here? Car?" She asked, and he nodded. "Alright, you can't go back out the double doors, you'll likely be seen. You'll have to go out the back."

"What?!" Ben exclaimed.

"You'll have to make a run for your car." She said. "It's the only way, now get your naked butt up and let's go!" She said, and walked off again. He got to his feet and followed as fast as he could.

She lead him through the thankfully empty room to the furthest point in the back, where a trash compactor, recycling compactor, and loading docks were. She took him to the door to the outside, and stopped.

"Is there anything else you think you might need?" She asked.

"You're sure there's nothing I can wear or something?" He pleaded.

"Not enough time, now go!" She said, opening the door. He started to go, but stopped and looked at her.

"How are you so calm?" He asked. Her face reddened, and it hit him. Is she...? He looked down at her name tag, and read it. It said 'Ashley.' "Thank you, Ashley." She seemed shocked at first that Ben knew her name, but then seemed to remember the name tag. She nodded, and gestured for him to go. Footsteps and laughing could be heard approaching. He gave her a nod, and walked out into the sunlight.

"If you need me, just knock on the door. I'll try to stay nearby and keep others away." She said, and he nodded in thanks. She finally closed the door behind him, and he didn't waste any time running around the side of the building to the parking lot.

It was such an odd sensation. The air conditioned interior of the building was one thing, but feeling the warm rays of the sun on his naked body made Ben want to lay down and do some naked sunbathing. But now was not the time. He rushed to the corner and stopped, peeking out.

To his horror, the parking lot was much more full than he would've thought at this time of day. People were walking back and forth to and from the building, seeming to give almost no opening to run to his car, which, while it wasn't that far away, wasn't necessarily all that close either, especially for him to run to in his naked state.

He leaned back against the building, thinking of what to do. He remembered seeing some cardboard boxes outside the building. It wouldn't be great, but he might be able to use them as cover, or he could just wait for an opening and make a run for it nude.

Despite the smarter part of his brain telling him that using the cardboard as cover, even if it was bad cover, was better than going naked, Ben couldn't help but feel a stirring inside at the prospect of sprinting naked across a parking lot. So he came up with some dumb excuse for himself that explained that trying to fashion the cardboard into something usable might take too long, or something along those lines, and decided to just go for it.

He peered around the corner, his body pressed against the outer wall of the building, leaving his dick squished between his stomach and the sort of popcorn textured wall, which seemed to be effective at getting him fully hard once more.

It took a couple minutes, the amount of time it would've taken to make something out of the cardboard anyway, but when it finally seemed empty enough, with the only people outside being ones on the other side who probably wouldn't see him enough to tell that he was naked. He gave himself a couple seconds to psyche himself up, and started running.

For whatever reason, he decided not to cover his junk, so it flopped around as he sprinted faster than he'd ever gone before towards the nearest car, and quickly dove out of sight, against the door. He put his back to the car, and shivered at the metal against his lower cheeks. He shook his head, trying to dispel it, and not fully succeeding. He peeked over to make sure the coast was clear before he sprinted to the next car, then the next. Soon, he was already about halfway to his car.

But, as he stopped at one car in particular, he was almost startled out of his skin (which is all he had left) when he heard a dog barking above him. But that wasn't the worst part.

"Brinn, what is it?"

A voice rose from the other side of the car, and Ben paled. The driver was still there, mere feet away from seeing his nude body crouching there. And their dog was doing it's best to give away his position.

"What? Is something over there?" The woman said, and he heard her footsteps approaching. He didn't have time to check to see if anyone was around, and as she moved around the car, he did the same, eventually ending up on the opposite side, where she now stood where he had been. The dog was still looking in Ben's direction, having followed him, but with him now out of sight, it stopped barking.

For a moment.

It jumped across to the driver's seat and poked its head out of the window. Once it saw him, it started barking again, and he quickly tried to think of a plan. It was too risky to try to outmaneuver her again, as it would take up valuable time. On the other hand, he couldn't stay here.

Just as the woman started walking towards him, Ben quickly crouch-ran away, around the opposite side, and behind the car beside hers. He pressed his body tightly against it, his heart racing. He tried to hold his breath and listen to see if she gave any indication of seeing him.

"Seriously, what are you barking at?" She asked, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't spotted, at least not by her. Hopefully he wasn't seen by anyone else either. As the woman reprimanded her dog and locked the car, Ben continued on his trek to his car.

Finally, he reached it, and as he reached for the handle, something suddenly struck him; a sudden, horrifying realization:

He didn't have his keys. They're back in his pants. Which means...he needed to go back inside.

He groaned loudly, and turned back to the building. He would have to make the trek back, meaning all that risk he just took was for nothing. He sighed, his excitement starting to partly turn into annoyance. He started creeping his way back to the building, thankfully not having too much trouble on the way.

Until he got to the open area between the building and the last car. There were too many people for Ben to not get seen by at least someone, and he knew he couldn't stay there for long. He'd have to go, and try to make it out of sight before someone fully saw him.

Still, he waited until there were only a few people, and he went, sprinting to the building, feeling his dick flopping around once more. As he was about to reach the side, he heard a gasp, and a voice.

"See! I told you!" The voice sounded familiar, and with horror, Ben realized it was the girls from earlier, specifically the one that had seen him. He didn't stop though, and kept going, as fast as his legs could carry him. He heard the faint sound of pursuit, but didn't stop for even a moment until he rounded the corner to the back of the building, and slapped himself against the side, breathing heavily, his legs burning. He heard their footsteps approach in the distance, and then slow to a stop.

"But...I swear I..."

"There's no one there, why would a naked man be running around here?"

"But maybe if we keep going-"

"Do you really think we can just go to the back of the building without getting in trouble? Just let it go."

"But...urgh, fine!"

With that, he heard the dejected girl and her friend walk away. He couldn't help but laugh a little. That poor girl. He couldn't help but feel bad.

But Ben had his own issues. He slowly made his way back towards the back door, hoping that Ashley was still there, and that no one else opened that door. He'd have no way of explaining.

He walked up, and after hesitating for a moment, knocked on the metal door. He stood there, his hands over his crotch as he waited. Finally, after a few agonizing seconds, the door opened.

Ben breathed a sigh of relief when he found Ashley standing there, just like she said. She went wide-eyed at his appearance.

"What's wrong? What happened?" She asked.

"I uh...can't get into my car. My keys are in my pants." He explained. She sighed, and motioned for him to come inside. He did, feeling her eyes on his ass as he entered. He quickly flipped back around and faced her as she closed the door.

"Well, there's almost no way you won't get caught if you go out there to try to get your clothes." She said. "Tell me where they are, and I'll go retrieve them." Ben smiled, surprised by how helpful this random girl was. Then, his smile fell.

"I...I don't remember what aisle..." Ashley groaned, and he quickly added, "but I do know that I hid it behind a display at the end of one of them." She put a hand to her chin in thought, then looked behind her.

"Alright, I'll go look. Stay here, and try to stay hidden." She said, and walked away and out the double doors.

"I mean, what else would I do?" Ben muttered aloud as he went over to the farther side of the recycling compactor. There wasn't enough room between it and the wall to hide behind it, or else he would've. He just had to hope no one came to drop off trash before she got back.

His hopes got quickly dashed when he heard two female voices approaching.

"Doing the outside trash is the worst." One of them said, and Ben paled. "I'm always scared it's gonna start leaking down my pant leg...again."

"At least you didn't have to do it alone this time." The other girl said, and he was left panicking. They were close enough that he didn't think he could go anywhere without being seen, so he was left powerless as they came into sight. One of them, a tall girl with short brown hair and bright blue eyes gasped as she laid eyes on him, and nearly dropped the trash bag she was holding. The other, a petite girl with black hair and brown eyes went wide-eyed as she stopped.

"What in the-" the brown haired one exclaimed.

"It's...it's a-"

"Um...hi." Ben said. The two girls stared at him intensely as they walked over to the trash compactor and threw their trash bags inside. Their gaze was mostly focused on his crotch, leaving his hands to clutch even tighter against his dick.

"Damn, he's kinda hot." The black-haired one said, and the other nodded. Their looks of shock turned into ones of mischief.

"Look, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for this-" Ben started to say, but the black haired girl waved her hand, dismissing it as she pulled out her phone with her other hand. His face turned a bright red as she started snapping pictures. "N-no, please don't do that!" He pleaded. It was useless, and the other girl started doing the same.

"Look at those muscles...there's even a hint of a six-pack..." the brown haired girl said. Ben started to regret going to the gym. "Now I'm just curious..." The two looked to each other, and nodded in silent agreement. A bad feeling raced down his spine as the petite girl walked over to him, and suddenly grabbed onto him. Before Ben could react, she flipped him around, exposing his ass to the two girls. The brown-haired one gave him a wolf whistle as she snapped more pictures.

"Nice and tight~" she said as she examined you. He tried to turn back around, but despite the smaller girl's size, she seemed to be pretty strong, and held him in place. Then, she placed a hand against one of his cheeks, her cold touch making him jump in a mixture of shock and arousal. Those feelings intensified as she gave it a squeeze.

"Mmmmm~" she moaned as she ran her hand over Ben's ass. "Damn~"

"As much as I'm enjoying this," the other girl said, "I want to see the front~" Ben started to panic as the petite girl flipped him back around, and moved behind you. She pressed herself against his back, the small mounds on her chest pressing against him through her clothes. His dick throbs at the sensation. As she pressed against him, she reached out and grabbed tightly onto his hands, and started pulling. He tried fighting back with everything he had, and was able to hold her off for a while, but eventually, he gave out, and she pried his hands away from his crotch to his sides, and then held them behind his back, still doing her best to push as much of her body against him as she could.

"There's the main attraction~" the other girl said as she started taking pictures of Ben's now exposed, fully erect, throbbing cock, standing at attention. His face turned a deep shade of red as he struggled against the girl's hold on him, to no avail. The brown haired girl got closer, only increasing his embarrassment further as she got closer pictures of his dick.

"You're enjoying this, huh?" She said, noting how it frequently twitched under her gaze. Ben didn't know what to say, but he felt horror move through him as she reached out towards his dick, a hungry look on her face as her fingers approached-

"Hey!"

A voice startled all three of them, and he looked up to see Ashley walking over, holding his pants and boxers in her hands. "What are you doing?!" She exclaimed.

"Having some fun~" the brown haired one said as she mercifully backed away from Ben's dick. He released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Ash, what are those?"

"Don't worry about it. Please, just let him go." Ashley said. Ben could see she was trying to be respectful and keep her eyes away from him, but he saw her stealing glances, probably unintentionally.

"And why should we do that?" The brown haired one asked, walking up to Ashley, showing their height difference to a good degree.

"Because...just, please let him go, and forget this ever happened." Ashley said, not backing down. The girl put a hand to her chin, mockingly thinking it over.

"Alright. We'll stop, and we won't rat him out," She said, then smiled wickedly, "on one condition."

"What...?" Ashley asked hesitantly.

"You do the dare." She said, and Ashley seemed to nearly drop Ben's clothes in shock as her face turned a deep crimson. He heard the petite girl behind him make a noise like "oooooh".

"B-but, I-!" Ashley said.

"Do it, and I'll let him go. You don't have to do it today, but soon. We can work out the details later, alright? Deal?" She said, and held out a hand. Ashley looked over at Ben, and he felt a pang in his chest. Whatever this "dare" was, Ashley really didn't want to do it. Yet...

"D-deal." She said, and shook the girl's hand. The girl smiled widely, and snapped her fingers. The girl behind Ben let him go.

"We're keeping the pictures, though~" the brown haired girl said as she started walking away to resume her work. The petite girl started following her, but stops, and turns to Ben. She suddenly grabbed one of his hands and placed it against one of her breasts, making Ben gasp in surprise. He only had a second or two to experience the soft, squishy mass under his hand before she let go. She gave him a little wink, and as she backed away, she made a gesture of "call me". She skipped away happily. Once they were gone, both Ben and Ashley let out a sigh.

"Thanks..." he said, and she nodded. She glanced down, her face still red, and Ben realized his dick was still standing upright in full view, so he quickly rushed over and grabbed the clothes from her, putting them over his crotch. Once he had them, she stood there awkwardly.

"So..." she said.

"Hey, I can tell you're taking a bullet for me, so really, thank you...so, so much." Ben said. She nodded, seeming to be silently debating something. Finally, she nodded to herself.

"Meet me after work, at 2pm." She said, and he goes wide-eyed. "Can you do that?" She asked, unable to meet his eyes. He nodded, and she let out a shaky breath. She turned, and walked out, leaving him standing there with his clothes. Well, most of them. Ben quickly slipped on the boxers and pants, happy to be clothed once more, and, after checking to make sure no one was there, he ran over to locate his shirt. Once he did, he slipped it on as well, and finally made his way back to the door to the back of the building. He stepped out, and rushed to his car, checking the time on his phone. He had a couple hours before she was done, so he decided to head home for now, and come back later. Once to his car, he unlocked it, and got in, happy to finally be out of the terrible situation he'd left himself in. He turned on the music, and drove home.

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Later, Ben pulled back into the parking lot, and got out of his car, locking it once more as he walked to the front of the building, where he saw Ashley standing there, fiddling with her hands.

Once he was close enough, she looked up and smiled when she saw him. She walked towards him, meeting him halfway.

"So... what's-?" Ben started, but she shook her head, stopping him.

"I...want to show you something. Try...something with you. If you're up for it." Her voice was shaky, showing her uncertainty. Despite that, he nodded, and she gave him a smile again.

"Where's your car?" She asked.