It was then I decided I wasn’t even close to done having fun with this random man. You know those gorgeous strangers you sometimes see in public? The kind that you only see once before they fade into obscurity? Well I’m not going to let this one get away quite that easily.
I move my hands away from his groin. The man let’s out a sigh of relief as he attempts to compose himself in his apparent phone conversation. I wasn’t paying much attention earlier but it seems like his employer is on the other line.
I take out the book and make some rather meaty adjustments to society…
“Full-on public phallic exposure is seen as a definite marriage proposal. They can come from any level of prior intimacy, even from complete strangers (those that is exceedingly rare). Instead of going to amusement parks or fancy restaurants and making a proposal spectacle with a ring, people instead expose their cock of their significant other. All public nudity that is imposed by an outside party is as good as a legally binding marriage license. Trying to contest the arrangement is probably the worst taboo in modern society. Even thinking of contesting a proposal is too shameful to even consider.”
Hmmm. As I was writing I wanted to make certain that I throughly thought out this particular change- as it would theoretically be easy to abuse for not only me, but for the rest of society. With this kind of volatility, every guy would be walking around with fucking padlocks on their belts! I had to keep it somewhat controlled if I wanted my particular prize…
“People however don’t got around randomly pulling down waistbands, or worse, forcibly stripping each other to secure these marital relationships. It’s a very bold move that the vast majority of the population of course avoids. Unless they… happen to possess a book with the universe’s rules in it.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes after writing that one. Not really subtle but it should get the job done.
As I closed the book I took a moment to really take in the handsome business man before me. I chuckled to myself as he was blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, still on the phone discussing some incoming company merger and other corporate talk.
I approach him and begin tracing my finger across the front of his bulge. A subtle shift in his stance tells me he wasn’t expecting to be approached again so soon, or at all for that matter.
I continued to trace my finger alongside the shaft of his cock from the outside if his briefs. He soon seemed to momentarily drop his tense expression. Probably mentally prepared himself and was ready for another polite groping. Boy was he in for a shock.
In one swift motion I pulled his waistband well below his thighs- his newly freed cock bobbed to full mast.
The man immediately ceased his conversation, stunned at what I had just done, what it all meant.
The passengers of the train, who hardly even noticed my groping earlier, began to fawn over the apparent proposal as if it was a cute romantic act of spontaneity… unaware that this man didn’t even know my name, or I his for that matter.
“I-I have to… call you back.” The business man uttered in a slightly trembling voice as he ended his phone call. Just in time, the train arrives at its stop.
The passengers promptly exited, a few chit-chatting about proposal locations and theorized if the public transit held any sort of sentimental value to the newly weds.
The business man picked his boxer briefs back up before finally leaving his daze long enough to look at me. His expression was one of genuine bewilderment. He looked like the human equivalent of a computer blue screening.
Well… I did just sort of sidestep some large social barriers here so I’m not surprised his brain needs a second to comes to grips with just happened.
As I can clearly see he can’t quite find what words we might want to tell me first, I make it easy on him.
“Hello, my name is Jason. I guess I’m your new husband.” I grinned. This was shaping up to be quite fun indeed.