Chapter 66
I woke up on Sunday with India's arms around me. When I moved, she tightened her grip. "Where do you think you're going?"
I answered, "To the bathroom." When she released me, I did as I said I would, but ended up sitting on the balcony drinking coffee.
India came outside and hugged me from behind. "I thought you were going to come back to bed."
"I'm sorry. I'm kind of wide awake now. Want to do anything?" It was just nine in the morning.
India sat beside me and queried, "Got anything in mind?"
"I'm hungry. I could eat something."
"We can't just go anywhere in your condition." She reached over and grabbed my cock. After giving me a couple of tugs, she released me. "You want me to make something?"
"No. I want to go out."
"Okay. But you're going to have to wear some stuff of mine." She grabbed my cock and had me follow her inside to the master bedroom. India opened the top drawer of her dresser. She tossed me a pair of her panties. "Here. Try this on." I pulled them up and my balls were hanging out of both sides and my dick stuck straight up and out of the garment. "No. Those won't work." She stripped them off of me. She opened a lower drawer, pulled out and held out some shorts. I could barely get them past my knees. "No." After I shimmied out of them, she went to the closet and retrieved a skirt. "Try this on." I grabbed it and ripped the side a bit pulling it up, but was able to get it to my waist. However, my hard on just pushed the fabric up and revealed my crotch. "Nope. That won't work." She pulled it down, I stepped out of it and she said, "I don't think I have anything that will work. Maybe we go across the hall to see if Heather or Hillary has anything." She grabbed my cock and dragged me next door. After briefly waiting after knocking, Heather opened the door. India quickly asked, "Do you have anything he could wear so that we could go to brunch?"
Heather held the door open for us. "I'll check. Follow me." India continued to drag me by my cock into Heather's room. Heather went inside a walk-in closet and started going through her clothing. She came out with a long sun dress. "How about this?"
India let go of me, grabbed the dress and handed it to me. "Put it on."
It ripped a bit as I inserted my arms and pulled it over my shoulders, but it covered me a bit. Sure, my cock stuck out, but the fabric hung down to my upper knees. I admitted, "I guess this could work."
India grabbed my cock with the fabric and began jerking me off. "Yes. This could work." She looked at Heather. "Do you want to come?"
Heather agreed to come. "Yeah. I could use something to eat. Where are we going?"
India answered, "That place right across the street." She grabbed my cock, marched me to her apartment to get me some sandals and the three of us set out for the restaurant. During the walk through the apartment complex, she held my cock and intermittently squeezed me until I had to pause while I exploded all over the inside of the dress. From there on out, I was allowed to walk on my own, cock smearing cum all over the inside of the gown as it swung around. After walking by some awestruck women in the parking lot right outside of the office building, we exited the complex and approached the intersection. Numerous horns were honked as cars passed by. Horns were leaned upon as cars stopped to allow me to walk by on the crosswalk. I tried to avoid looking, but caught a glimpse of the people in the front seats of every car at four-lane intersection: a man and a woman who looked with wide eyes and mouths agape at the length of my dick; two women who rolled down their windows to cheer me on; a couple of men who looked irritated by my presence; and a couple of young women who were immediately on their phones taking footage of the scene for whatever reasons one would do so. When we reached the other side of the street, India grabbed my cock again to turn me around to face traffic and smiled. "Look at all of those jealous people." She began jerking me off. When the light turned green and the cars at the front of traffic did not move, those in back began honking their horns with the exception of the one that had full view of my predicament. Just as India said "Cum for me," I did as directed and soiled the dress on the inside for the second time. As I was cumming, numerous cars jerked and there were several small accidents that occurred with minor bumper damage. Sensing that we would be questioned by the cops who would soon arrive to assess the situation, India let go of me and yelled, "Let's get out of here!"
By the time that I caught my breath, the two girls were well ahead of me, having run through about a quarter of the large parking lot that abutted many different businesses. I finally caught up with them when they stopped about two thirds of the way through the lot. We then began walking to the restaurant. Heather looked over at her dress and said, "You've pretty much saturated that thing." Indeed, I had. My dick must have sprayed cum in all directions because it was as high as chest level and dripping from the edge of the skirt. "You can keep it."
I responded, "I'm sorry."
Heather replied, "Don't be. It was cheap and I hardly ever wore it."
Upon getting to the restaurant, before entering, India grabbed my cock. I followed her inside and was met by the astonished looks of two hostesses, one a pretty brunette and the other a cute blonde. As they stared at my crotch, which was becoming see through, the brunette slowly asked, "Do you have reservations?"
India looked around at all of the people who were waiting for seats and admitted, "No. How long of a wait is it?"
"It's going to be about twenty to twenty-five minutes." She smiled at me. "However, I'll see what I can do."
India thanked her. "Thank you." We slid off to the side and allowed others to take our place. She kept a hold of my cock through the fabric. Eventually, a couple was summoned and we took their seats. As Heather made room for herself on the other side of me, placing her hand on my thigh, India began imperceptibly jerking me off. While she was doing it, I stared at the blonde hostess, who was busy staring at me. When she smiled at me, I ejaculated again, drenching the fabric and making my cockhead visible.
Right after I finished, the female manager stepped in front of us and said, "I'm going to have to ask you three to leave. This is a family establishment."
With her hand still around my wet clothed cock, India looked up at the middle-aged redhead and asked, "What's the problem?"
As if India were my owner, the manager talked to India. "He's not wearing appropriate clothing and he's clearly soiled himself. It's obscene."
Heather stated, "It's sexy."
"I don't want to have the other customers be subjected to him."
India asked, "Can we at least order something to go?"
"I'll allow that."
India ordered for all three of us and then, after being asked to step outside, dragged me out and stripped the sun dress off of me in one motion. She positioned me so that I was sideways in front of a window and began pumping away. I queried, "What are you doing?"
India answered, "Protesting."
As people inside the restaurant paused what they were doing to look at me, the manager emerged outside. "What do you think you're doing?"
India childishly replied, "Nothing."
Heather stood between the two women. "Just let her get her jollies."
The redhead loudly declared, "I need you to leave now!"
As India turned to face the manager, she repositioned me to do the same while her hand sped up. "But we've ordered and paid for food."
"I don't care. You're being ridiculous."
Heather stepped sideways and stated, "We're not leaving without what we paid for."
As I took a deep breath to try to keep from cumming, the bosomy redhead ordered us to, "Get out of here!"
India declared, "We want our food."