“Meet you at the bar in a little bit?”“Sounds good,” Taryn said as she wrapped a towel around her and grabbed her street clothes. “See you s...ortly” She smiled and went to her room. She peeled off her wet swimsuit and hung it shower to drip dry. She started to pick through her clothes trying to decide what to wear to dinner. She hadn’t planned on meeting anyone or doing anything remotely like this, so she had only brought a couple of basic plain bras and panties. Well, white bra and white cotton. He walked directly back to where the booths are located. I needed to calm down just a bit, so I took a leisurely tour around the store and then went back to the booths. I saw him standing outside a booth and followed him inside. He locked the door and we immediately dropped our pants to our ankles. I also removed my t-shirt, so he did the same, so we were naked from the ankles up. He fed a bunch of tokens into the machine, wrapped his fingers around my still hard cock and took a step closer,. I looked at my pants but no. The fly was closed. Okay. ‘It’s nothing just go back to your seat and act natural’ I said to myself. One of my friends asked where I was. ‘To the bathroom’ I replied. ‘For that long? Are you sick?’ he asked. ‘No. I was just checking my locker and stuff’. I said with a smile.‘Are you hiding something?’ I freaked. Did he know? How? ‘No, what should I’ve been hiding?’ I replied.He looks kinda worried to me and whispers ‘are you doing d**gs’? What?! No! Never ever would. I reached down and squeezed my cock from outside the shorts. Had I been at home I'd have already been well on my way toward improved forearm tone and an orgasm, but I was in someone else's house... in the living room, for crying out loud... and I didn't have a sock to catch the spunk on. So I rolled over onto m y side and tried to get those thoughts out of my head.I had just begun to relax and fall into a slumber when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a sharp whisper: "J, wake up! Wake up!" It.