Lauren unzips me.

Lauren kept a steady pace and there wasn't much I could do about it even if I wanted to as I was pinned down by Scott's barrage of small-talk questions. I tried to keep a straight face as I was being pleased and while it was difficult, it was worth it.

Then, Lauren caught me off guard just as I thought I could handle the situation. I felt two fingers grasp the zipper on my fly and begin to pull it down. As this happened, I took a big gulp of water to diguise my contorted face as the hand that had just unzipped me began to fish around inside my pants. Lauren had found her target -- my cock sprung free of my pants as it shot out of the open hole in my boxers. Shit! I thought. Not good at all. There was no way I could discreetly tuck my pecker back into my pants at this point if need be; it was just too hard to do that when it reached full length. Well, I mean, I could tuck it in, but everyone would see me playing with my dick at the dinner table and that was definitely not a viable option. And I had to make a decision soon as I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Lauren's touch stimulated me even more as her hand was now in direct contact with my penis. She squeezed the head and a few droplets of pre-cum leaked out. As she rubbed up and down the length of my exposed cock, more pre-cum began to drip and dribble down my shaft into her hand. I slid my chair in as much as it would go, just to make sure my tool was fully hidden under the table.

I tilted my head slightly to the left to catch a glimpse of Lauren. There she sat, a calm, cool, and collected young woman who was simply waiting for her entree to be served. Under the table, however, she was a fiery seductress, taking pride in her sexual conquest. That wonderful bitch, I thought to myself. Would the intense pleasure she was giving me counterbalance the (good) probability of total humiliation?

Just then, I realized...