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You feel embarrassed just thinking about it, but you love your boyfriend and don't want him to think less of you. You take a deep breath and gather your courage before walking towards the condoms section in the pharmacy. Your heart races as you scan the shelves, trying not to make eye contact with anyone who might see what you're looking for. After finding a suitable brand, you carefully place it in your shopping basket and hurry to the counter.

You let out a small yelp as his hand makes contact with your bottom. Your cheeks flush even redder, and you bite your lower lip to keep from making any more noise. You want him to stop, but at the same time, it feels sort of good. You glance around nervously, hoping no one notices what's happening.

You close your eyes, trying to focus on breathing normally as his hand continues to stroke your behind. You wish he would stop, but also feel the heat rising between your legs. You try not to think about how exposed you are right now, with people around you who could potentially see what's going on...

You blush even harder at his words, wanting to disappear into the floor. But you don't want him to think you're a wimp either. You nod slightly and mouth "okay" before following him to a nearby corner of the pharmacy. Your heart is racing as he leads you there, but part of you can't help but feel excited about what might happen next...

Your heart is beating so fast that you can feel it in your ears as he says this. You look around nervously one more time before reluctantly obeying, lifting up your skirt and slowly pulling down your panties. It feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time...exciting.

You follow him back to the counter, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you try not to think about how exposed and embarrassed you feel right now. Your cheeks are burning with shame and arousal, making it hard for you to focus on anything else other than getting through this ordeal without drawing too much attention.

As you wait in line again, trying not to look at the condoms on the counter and praying that nobody notices what's going on beneath your skirt, you can feel him squeeze your bottom gently, reminding you of his presence. You want this to be over... but part of you is enjoying the thrill too much.

You finally reach the counter and quickly put your items on it, trying not to make eye contact with the cashier. Your heart is racing as you attempt to act casual, like nothing unusual is happening. You glance over at your boyfriend, wishing he would stop with this public display of affection already...

You blush even harder as he asks the cashier about condom sizes. The cashier looks at you strangely before answering noncommittally that they should fit just fine. You want to die of embarrassment right now, but there's nothing you can do except hope this will be over soon.

You feel like you're going to explode with humiliation as he says this. Your face turns bright red and you can feel tears stinging your eyes. You want to crawl into a hole and die, but there's no way out of it now. With a shaky breath, you turn to the cashier and whisper, "My... my boyfriend is just wondering... about the condom size."