I didn't want to come home. I nursed a beer when another text came."Please come home and you won't have to masturbate tonight."Well, that was a first....She never initiated sex via text. Hell, she got mad at me for initiating it with her via text because "her coworkers could see."So, I told her I would be home in 5 minutes and grudgingly went to the car. Maybe I had a bit too much to drink - 3 beers - but I feel I was safe to drive. I got home and opened the door with trepidation. When I got in,. We got done and she sat down again. I pulled my dick back in as to make it appear as it wasn't on purpose. I sat down for a bit and got up with my dick poking out again from my shorts. I began to fix the pillows on the couch in front of her. She'd peek now and then. I finished and sat next to her but also put my dick back in my shorts but still had a big bulge showing. She was watching a cooking show and I took advantage of that. I told her the chocolate candies they were making on the show. She reached out and took the empty glass from my hand. She placed it on the table then looked straight into my eyes. ‘Only one way to find out.’ She stood again and looked at me as if to say, 'well, are you coming or not.' I stood and she turned and I followed her, watching her sharp heels as they clicked on the stone floor. I watched as her arse swayed, tight in the green leather. She hailed a cab and it stopped. They never do that for me. She gave an address, not far away. She took my hand. I stand there as you stare at my chest for a moment. You make eye contact with me again after what feels like forever as my body feels a strong urge to cover back up. You dart your eyes again, this time to my bottoms, and then back up to me. I take a deep breath before slipping my bottoms down. I stand there naked in front of you, partially terrified and partially turned on. You look up and down my body. You lift your foot and put it between my legs and put pressure against my left thigh. I.