I frowned thoughtfully, and more carefully looked around. Then I saw him, seated in a booth and in a conversation with some other men. All of them wer... dressed more or less as he was, though one must’ve been a new arrival, as he had his own fresh white meat on his arm, which made the booth full. I decided it was safe enough to be on my own in the main room, and strutted my way past him, trailing along his shoulder as I did so. He looked and gave me a nod of acknowledgement and then went back to. "Hmm, he's ready too. Bet he wants to come out and play." she smiled intently, holding me with her eyes. "Huh!" was all I grunted, an involuntary sound, which meant nothing. But she took it as assent and proceeded to grab my balls tighter, driving me backward into the gloom of the parlor, steering us to deluxe peepshow booth. Pushing me down onto the seat she locked the door and her colleagues on the outside. Hand on my chest she used the other to deftly undo the buckle of my belt and the top. I have often watched myself in the mirror masturbating but seeing another man stroking his cock in sheer pantyhose while I stroke my cock is a big turn on. I remember the feel of his cock rubbing on mine the last time and suggest that we should run our cocks together again. He moves in close and holding each other's waists we begin to grind our hard nylon covered cocks together. It is a fantastic feeling as the pre-cum soaked pantyhose rub together. After a few minutes I move behind him and. I could feel her body responding to mine with a fire that made me want her all the more. She responded by pushing her hips to mine and gently gyrating against my, now diamond hard cock. Soft moans of anticipation were all that could be heard, besides the heavy breathing! She knew what she wanted and was not ashamed to get it. I was in no mood to argue. My hands found the round fullness of her ass, and I pulled her even tighter to me. All thoughts of any wrong doing no longer matter, and I was.