I was just running into the store real quick, rocking my gray sweatpants—no underwear. Didn’t think much of it until I caught her staring. Her eyes dropped, lingered for a second on the outline stretching down my thigh, then snapped back up. She blushed, lips parting like she wasn’t expecting to get caught. I smirked. She looked away, but not for long, I could tell she was curious. I smirked and adjusted slightly, just enough to make sure she saw every inch of what had her flustered. Her breath hitched, and she tucked her hair behind her ear like she needed something to do with her hands. Tried to ignore it, but ran into her again in one of the aisles. This time, she didn’t hide it. Her gaze flicked down again, slow, like she was memorizing it. I stepped closer, pretending to grab something off the shelf, letting her feel just how close I was. By the time we ended up in line together, the tension was thick. She was in front of me, shifting on her feet, adjusting her leggings—thin as hell. When she bent over slightly, reaching into her cart, I got the full show. She stayed there just a second too long. Are tights were so thin I could tell that they were leopard print.We walked out at the same time -  She hesitated by her car, so pulled up to see if she was okay. Before I could say anything she just opened the door, slid into the passenger seat of my car. A few minutes later, those leggings were halfway down her thighs, her nails digging into my arms as she rode my big black cock, breathless, biting her lip to keep quiet.I wonder many girls here actually react when they see a guy’s bulge out in public. Even crazier how many have actually acted on it?