The Hazards of Extreme Edging

This story is completely true although the names have been changed to protect the guilty. I'm a committed, persistent, long-time edger. I began as therapy for a too-quick-to-cum problem and all too soon discovered the many pleasures of long sessions of self stimulation. I have not masturbated any other way in a very long time and have no plans to change. In short I love the guilt free pleasure of teasing myself to the knife's edge of orgasm and staying there for extended periods of time. Those periods of enhanced arousal can, I have discovered, be further amplified by occasional intervals of relaxation. Depending on my mood and the type of inspiration I'm engaged with those relaxation spells can last from a few minutes to a few hours. But with each cycle the background arousal level notches up another increment. The building arousal can be almost intoxicating and it is a sublimely erotic exercise to leave my masturbation for a while knowing full well that I am going to return. This self denial and the anticipation it generates is almost as titillating as the masturbation itself. These longer sessions of stimulation, relaxation, denial and re-engagement take quite a long time and the longer they go the higher the arousal level seems to climb. There is probably a limit somewhere, but I've yet to find it. There is, however, at least one hazard that I did not anticipate. I'd been having one of my marathon masturbation sessions on a Saturday which had serendipitously fallen into my hands, so to speak. Prior to this unexpected opportunity I'd had a few days of my customary brief intervals of penis play but nothing out of the ordinary. I was pretty horny though and when I learned that that particular Saturday was all mine I was excited to have the chance for a longer term session. Things were going well, I surfed a few of my favorite picture sites where I indulged my real weakness for braless women and their delicious pokie nipples. I dropped in to a couple of chat rooms during my relaxation periods and generally kept myself at a fairly high level of arousal most of the morning. I relaxed briefly a few times, let myself go flaccid here and there and brought myself to that wonderful edge several times over a period of a few hours. Having the whole day to prolong this erotic overdose, I decided that a longer interval of denial would be fun and settled on an errand run as a productive distraction. It would be erotic I thought to go out among the normal population while in my state of hyper-arousal. I'd be raging horny and all these other people would have no idea of the state of my over the top libido. Naturally, I wore my blue jeans commando. Among my errands that day was a stop at the local supermarket for household provisions. As I made my way through the market my always watchful eye caught a glimpse of a gal who's appearance was particularly striking. I turned into the aisle where she'd gone in hope of stealing a better look. She was young middle age, quite fit looking and one of those girls who was very attractive without any of her individual features being especially noteworthy. I managed to capture a pretty thorough image of her as we passed on our respective missions and I even allowed myself to give her a courteous nod when our eyes met. She was really pretty hot for an average looking woman and her image stayed with me as I shopped. My over anxious penis had apparently taken notice of her too as it began to swell just a little. I ordered it to calm down, I didn't want to embarrass myself or anyone else with an overt display of my uber horniness right there in the shop. The little head retreated into its proper relationship to the rest of my consciousness while my shopping continued. Until, that is, I saw her again. And where did our paths cross, the curious reader might wonder? Why, in the frozen food aisle, of course, where else would such a chance encounter happen. Now frozen food aisles are, by their very nature, cold. Quite cold, in fact. Did I mention that I have a weakness for pokie nipples? Well I do, a real honest to goodness lifelong fascination type of weakness and that lovely gal whose image I had earlier captured for my background erotic entertainment was sporting the most wonderful pair of ultra hard, super erect, poke your eye out nipples I had seen in a very long time. I swear that in the fraction of a second it took me to become aware that her beautiful breasts had those amazing nipples in just the right place my flaccid penis became as hard as it has ever been. Boing! Instant erection. Commando style. If she didn't notice it could only have been a miracle because I didn't even have time to get my basket of groceries in front of my groin before I was fully erect. And in addition to being suddenly hard and unexpectedly, sharply titillated I was also overcharged with semen from my morning's edging. Uh oh, then there's that funny feeling that I get 'down there' when some semen has leaked. This is bad. I can't get the image of her and her awesome nipples out of my mind. Any other time I'd be trying to commit it to memory but right now I desperately need to get it out of my mind's eye. I'm in big trouble here and have to clear the market as quickly as I can while trying to make my unwelcome erection go away. The rest of the shopping list will have to wait as I work my way through the self-checkout and finally get myself out of the store and into my truck. Whew! That was close. I'd almost made a real mess there. And then she appears again. Her minivan is parked across the parking lot aisle and a couple of spaces down. I'm secure in my truck so I indulge myself once more and watch as she loads her goods into her vehicle. She is so trim and athletic and I can't help but recall our brief encounter in the frozen food aisle. What? Wait, what's happening? Good grief, I'm cumming!! I am completely surprised when I spontaneously ejaculate my huge, saved up load right into my jeans. Sitting in my truck in a shop parking lot in my soaking wet jeans. Two minutes ago I was a hair's breadth from shooting this load in the frozen food aisle directly in front of Ms. Nipples!! So consider yourselves warned! Edging and orgasm denial are great fun and can produce the most amazing pleasure but, like most things, there is a potential down side to overdoing a good thing.