The other patrons, five men, one woman, and two couples, paid me no heed as I was shown to a square table in the corner, by the window.I slid onto the...seat. The girl departed with a bow and returned to her role as greeter at the door. An instant later, another girl appeared at my table, bowed, and presented me with a laminated menu.I studied the items before me. Pictures of the food and English words accompanied the Japanese descriptions, for the benefit of dumb foreigners like me."Kore," I. “Warm almond oil, I buy it especially for this,” he said pouring some of it onto my cock. It felt nice.He spread that oil out over my stomach and then poured some onto my thighs that he caressed making me jerk with pleasure. “Is it ok?””Oh yes,” I groaned as he started to rub my cock with one hand and cup and stroke my balls with the other. It really was bloody fantastic and I was continually squirming my body and arching my back trying to gain every bit of pleasure and excitement from what he. But we had picked restaurants at opposite ends of the same town. We both got dressed up, me in a short skirt and a tight low cut white top with a pair of patterned tights and him in a nice pair of thin trousers and a loose fitting shirt. We kissed each other goodbye and went our separate ways.My office is a mixed bunch of fairly average people who I get on well with but he works in an office with four women and I new it was just him and them going for a meal. After a couple of drinks, my. I sure wished that he was allowed to go to the vending machines himself but he could only move from his assigned seat to go the bathroom and nothing else. They also discourage cross talk between tables but they didn’t seem to mind that day. It all depends in the Correction’s Officer on duty, I guess.So I adjusted my cock as best I could before standing up and walking toward Juanita. By this time Juanita had gotten what she had gone after and looked right at my crotch then smiled at me. After.