Feed The Need

There he was sitting with what I assumed was his wife. But he was openly staring at me across the room. I could feel the fire in his eyes and new that look all to well. My dick was hard under the table and when I reached down to rub it I saw him raise his eyebrow and give me a little smile. He was acting like she wasn’t even there and she seemed oblivious to the attention he was sending my way. I had to get up and go to the bathroom, adjust my cock, relieve the hard on that was raging in between my legs. I felt his eyes following me as I walked past his table. I wondered if he would be so bold as to get up and actually follow me. Pushing open the bathroom door I was both relieved and disappointed that he hadn’t followed me. Locking my self in a stall I pulled out my dick and sat down to stroke it and relieve my hard on. After spewing my jizz into some toilet paper I adjusted myself, washed my hands and exited the restroom. There he was at my table, the woman no where to be found. I sat down to find a drink sitting before me. I didn’t stop him as he ran a hand up my thigh. When he reached my dick which was already growing again he didn’t even flinch. He slid under the table concealed by the table cloth and gave me the best blow job ever. When he came back up, he pressed a hundred dollar bill into my palm and left without a word. I didn’t even get his name.