The Man With the Book

With a sting of embarrassment, you realize you're semi-erect. Geez, they probably think you're a pervert, sitting in a park wearing women's clothes and popping a boner! You've got to get out of here before someone reports you.

Dressing up like a girl didn't feel like a big deal at Bob's place; you liked the way he looked at you when you wore a skirt, and you liked how sexy it made you feel, but sitting in the park like this is starting to make you feel weird. But this is probably what bob wanted isn't it? For you to dress like a girl when you went out too?

The more you think about it the angrier you get that he didn't find YOU sexy, but the idea of you as a girl is what got him off every time. You keep running through the events of the past few days. It was humiliating, and worse yet, you now had full on erection in the middle of a public park.

Before you could snap yourself out of your wallowing, and run back home, you felt weight shift on the bench. When you looked up, you saw that the man with the book had walked over and sat next to you, and was now holding his book you to you?

He's refusing to look at you, but as you continue to stare at him and the book, admittedly completely lost at what was going on, he gets impatient and looks over at you. Or, more precisely, he looks at your boner, and then up to your face with what was either exasperation, or discomfort. but probably both.

"I thought you might need something to..." he pauses and looks away, like he doesn't have the right words. But, when he turns back to face you, he's almost glaring at you, "don't you want to cover up?"

When it clicks, every ounce of shame is pushed out of your body as let out a full body laugh, because, yea, tenting this stranger's book over his erection was gonna solve all of your problems. In between gasps, you manage to ask "And you were gonna lend me your book for that?"

As you dissolve into another fit of giggles, you feel a little bad about how progressively flustered and lost he's becoming. As you struggle to compose yourself, he finally blurts out, "Well, what was I supposed to offer? This isn't exactly a normal situation!"

"I think most people would have offered a jacket or something to tie around may waist," you smirk.

And with the way he's now fully facing you can see that he's kind of attractive. The game with Bob had made you wonder if you could find other guys attractive, and with his dark features, and broad shoulders, you've decided that you can, in fact, find men other than Bob attractive.

"Well, I don't have a jacket, or I would've offered," he huffs out. And you realize that thinking about bob must have really shown on your face because the man's eyes get a little softer, and you're shock by his next words, "Are you ok though? If my book isn't helpful, is there anything else I can get for you?"

"well-"