When we walked by the bar every guy and a few of the women, watched her walk by. I know for I followed her about 10 steps behind just to see the react...on of others. We sat down and the server gave us our menus. I kept looking over the menu at the people around the bar, and catching some looking at her. Smiling I commented to her, "They are checking you out my dear, they like what they see."She was almost blushing, " I noticed too Sir, even a few women seem to like as well." "They wish they had. I got so turned on by it I had to jerk off in the bathroom. I just had to do it again but wasn't sure how. From that day on I made sure to have a bulge no matter what I was wearing. And each day she'd stare down at it each time she had.The next day I wanted to flash my whole dick to her but her friend came to pick her up. I walked out in different boxers this time and a hard on bulge again. But she left with out giving me a chance to flash her. 20mins later she came back and said she forgot her. I had a submissive streak in me, though, and my **** fantasy bubbled to the surface every once in a while. The story I'm about to tell is about how I came to be rid of that fantasy forever, and I'll tell it from my point of view, twenty years ago.I was visiting my sister out in California, taking a break from both Junior College and work to come out and see the sights, and to get a first-hand look at the lifestyles in L.A.I had been with a few men before, and was always eager for sex, even so. I admit that is a very big ask, so I am determined to endure her getting even on the hope that she will tire of it and come back to normal.I sat in the dead silence of our neighborhood. What to do? Walk in and find that she has brought someone home or that someone has brought her home and has been asked to stay the night.I got out of the car and felt the hood of the black car. It was still warm, so it had not been there long. I thought about the situation for a while longer at the corner of the.