As usual, I put on my porno pants and take off my underwear. I prime myself that I. Will. Show. A. Stripper. My. Cock. However, I get out of the shower a little late and therefore hit the road a little later than I want to. This babe Lexi's party starts at 7, and I don't want to be late enough where another guy's there. Just me, the strippers, and my wang hanging out.
I drive like a banshee to make up for lost time and somehow make it to the condo right around 7. When I turn around and park on the street so I don't have to turn around and take off when I leave in, like, 20 minutes, I see another guy leave his car, carrying what looks to be a camera or something. He was white, tall, kind of sad-looking because he was looking down on the ground while walking -- in other words, except for the color of his skin and his height, me.
So, for all my worries that I wouldn't be the first one at the party because I didn't get there at the very beginning, they might be moot. As I started my way to the end of the cul-de-sac where the party was at, I was hoping that the man lived there. He began walking the way I was walking ... Are you gonna take a right there? ... How about a right there? ... Please take a right there ... No, he went right around the corner of the complex at the very end of the dead end. He was there first.
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Well, I was there, still going commando, still trying to salvage a moment of showing a beautiful stripper how she truly makes me feel. Have to make the best of things -- that's what I've grown to learn these past few years. So I marched in there, where Lexi, the guy, and a couple other dancers were huddled around the kitchen counter.
As I usually do, the first thing I do is go to the bathroom, which is where I unbutton my fly. I ask Lexi for permission to use her facilities and take a right, where I see a light coming from around where the bathroom door would be. Is there somebody there?
Yes -- it's Tori! She's brunette, kind of buxom, has big tits (which are fake, as I learned when I got a dance from her at the last party I attended), she's studying to be a nurse, and she kind of sounds drunk even though she might not be drinking. She was in the bathroom -- door open -- with her normal clothes on, putting on her makeup.
Everybody else is in the kitchen -- fairly close, but I don't think they're listening to me. Here's my chance.
"Hey," I asked Tori, "do you mind if I pee?"
"Go ahead," she replied, "You're not the first guy to do it in front of me, and you're not gonna be the last!"
Uh, so this has happened before, which means ... that maybe she doesn't think it's a big deal. I press on, because it's a big deal for me. I'm so nervous/excited about Tori allowing me to expose myself in front of her that after I whip myself out and I expel only, like, a drop.
Peeing wasn't really what I was in the bathroom for. But I still didn't know if she was thinking what I was thinking. So I just hung out there, even twisting it in her direction. But Tori, she's a pro. She was still putting on make-up without missing a beat, even after I asked her, "Do you mind touching it?"
Instead, she carried on a normal conversation. She asked me that if I knew any other publishing software because her professor wouldn't allow her to use PowerPoint on this brochure she needs to make for class. I answered her questions and tried to help, all the while with my penis peeking out of my fly. As if it were perfectly normal. This whole time the door was ajar, so anybody, especially that damn guy, could've seen me in my altogether. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Finally, Tori broke off the conversation with, "I don't think I can be here while you're peeing," and headed for the door. But, like I learned before, a girl just cannot help but look down when you're flashing her. So just before she closed the door behind her, she gave a quick peek at my manhood. It was a peener, small due to a combination of feigning urination and fear of getting caught. But she saw me anyway. Mission partially accomplished!
Next time I hope to be a tad more ... aggressive. Maybe I should have masturbated myself in front of her. Maybe next time I'll take myself out and freak her from behind while she's putting on mascara -- maybe even touch her boobs, over and under her top, or even reach into her cooch.
Maybe she's down and willing, and I just need to ... prod her a bit more. I have a goal for next time!
She didn't tell on me, did she?
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