Sometimes three times in a day, I'd find myself looking for a quiet discreet spot to relieve myself. In bathrooms at work, in my apartment, in a bathr...om in the mall even. The image was burned into my mind.I should tell you, I'm 28 yrs old, single, at 6'2 I'm fairly tall, and in pretty good shape. One night, after getting a few happy hour beers, I started surfing the craigslist ads. Again, I started flashing back to that one message, so I decided to reply. It had been almost a week since I. The club was thinned out by now and I asked where his gf was. He lied and said it wasn't his gf. I knew it was but I played along like a dumb blonde. I told him to show me his dick, right there in the club. He didn't know what to do or say. I knew he wasn't going to pull it out right there, so I told him to go stand by the mens room door and I would follow him. So we did. I was at the ladies door and he was about 10 feet from me. I asked no I told him to pull it out. He said he wasn't hard. I. “UHHHNNN!” he replied, obviously annoyed.I pulled my robe back over my shoulders, covering myself back up. I then gently pushed him back down and started stroking his penis again.“NNNNNN!” he grunted loudly. He wanted more than my hand.“I will not submit myself to you for paper and ink!” I insisted.“Uhhhhnnn.” he grunted, touching my lips with a finger.“No! I will not put that in my mouth... not for a wagon-load of paper and ink!” I protested.“Huuunnn...” he groaned. He then looked down at me. She did this for what seemed liked minutes. She was alluding to the big bulge in my trousers.Karen said that I could not go out with that thing sticking out like a tent; it looked highly embarrassing and people would laugh at us. I apologised to her, and admitted that the morning before we go to competitions, I jerk off so that it would not happen. Unfortunately that morning I had overslept and by the time Karen had rang the doorbell to pick me up, I had not had the time to play with myself..