Man that was a tough session. My physical therapist keeps amping up the number of repetitions and weights.
It's working. Finally I have muscle mass back throughout my chest, arms and legs.
Feeling pretty good right now. Looking pretty good.
Good enough to wear shorts and sleeveless tops in public.
And last week's Low-T treatment kicked in.
The problem with that - every female looks good to me.
Dawn knew what that treatment did to me.
She likes my built up look.
I figure she is ready for sex after such a long surgery recovery, where I was prohibited from providing anything to her.
She was nice enough to give me handjobs while I laid on my back.
She is OK with handjobs, but doesn't like a cock in her mouth.
Didn't know that until after we married.
I asked about cowgirl position. The therapist didn't say no, but didn't say yes. She left it up to me and Dawn.
Dawn is ultra conservative, not a risk taker.
So taking her view into the decision making, we decided to wait. We being Dawn.
I was ready to explode into something other than her hand.
She has more patience than me. I was ready for intercourse with her. I thought cowgirl would work. I kept asking her.
She kept saying no.
Because I love her and respect her, I stopped asking.
While she waited for the all clear on sex, we decided to buy her sex toys.
We had a hard time finding a dildo that matched me. Most had the long length but not the girth.
Finally we found one close enough, bought it and a vibrator.
I tried to use both with her, but I have no experience and it showed.
Dawn said she would take care of herself but didn't want me to watch or be around her. She locked the bedroom door. Sometimes I would listen at the door to her moans and muffled screams.
After all, just two more sessions and we are a go for any kind of sex!
I think.
I will ask Gwyneth next session. I need to know. I am so horny.
Every session I thank God for such a hot therapist. The others in the facility were older and frumpier.
I decided to reward myself after such a tough session with her.
Down the block is one of the family favorite restaurants.
Dawn, Tom and I, decided to have the Friday night wedding party dinner there, the whole place rented out for our private party.
Should be a great time for all.
And... Dawn and I finally get to meet Giselle's Mom.
We talked to her when the kids held an audio call with the parents to announce the engagement.
No contact since then so we are looking forward to meeting her.
We didn't even catch her name.
Giselle's Dad just disappeared out of her life so he was unavailable to walk her down the aisle. I volunteered. What a good guy I told myself.
My session ends at 3.
Happy hour at the restaurant starts at 3. Yay!
Usually I sit at the bar when I make stops like this. I chat it up with Misty my favorite bartender.
She has the best ass. I love it when she bends over in front of me to retrieve the cool chardonnay from the fridge.
I didn't see her. I asked. She had an acting audition. How cool! Not unusual in LA.
Didn't know the replacement bartender. I decided to sit in the one open booth that faces the back wall.
I pulled out my phone to kill time while waiting on the bartender to make his way to me.
The person in the next booth I was facing, quite loudly cleared their throat.
I looked up to see a female, pretty face, blue eyes, and short blonde hair. All in all, very attractive, slim face.
My eyes drifted down.
Jeez!
I dropped my phone in shock staring at some of the largest breasts I have ever seen.
And... she was showing them off with a u-shaped top that plunged down low. An immense amount of cleavage visible, a hint of her areolas peaking out, hard nipples visible through the thin cloth.
It was cold, like it always in this place.
Maybe that why her nipples were hard?
She said, 'Are you showing off?'
I was confused.
'What? What did you say?'
'Are you deaf? Are you showing off your big muscles?'
I fought the temptation to ask her about her cleavage.
She brought it up.
'Yes, I am showing off my tits. I believe you shouldn't hide what you have been blessed with. Just like you - showoff.'
She broke out in a smile.
'Just messing you with you. The real problem is that sorry baseball team you root for.'
I forgot I was wearing my favorite ball cap.
It is not the awesome local team.
It was my hometown team.
'Oh and you have something better?'
She reached down under the table. What are now my favorite breasts, resting on the table, pushed up and out of her top.
One breast I could see the whole big light brown areola and diamond tip nipple.
I felt my cock growing.
My mind drifted and fantasized her on top of me, working my cock like a porn pro Squeezing her breasts, holding them in place as she bounced up and down on my hard cock.
Too fucking horny.
Just then the bartender arrived with my drink.
'You, you are hanging out again,' he said to her.
She straightened up, baseball cap in hand. She stuffed her breasts back in the top.
'Sorry, Will. It won't happen again.'
'Yeah until the next time. Will you please put move your stuff next to you on the seat? You are going to get me fired.'
'Yes, yes, sorry.'
She put the hat on. She looks so cute. It was my hometown geographic rival.
'Next time I will have to ask you to leave,' Will said.
'Understood. I am going to leave you a big tip for your troubles. What if you give me your...'
He cut her off, 'Luna, please stop the sexual flirting with me.'
He pointed at me, 'Pick on him.'
She said exuberantly, 'Working on it!'
I think I am going to leave. Temptation was crawling into my thoughts.
She abruptly changed the whole conversation.
'So whereabouts in your hometown?'
'East side.'
'Oh, that was a nice place to grow up.'
'Yeah, not bad.'
I just should stopped, paid my bill and got out of there. God she looked so cute and kind of sexy in the ball cap.
'Whereabouts for you?'
'Same kind of neighborhood, lots of money. As an only child I received Mom and Dad's wealth. Never have to work again, but I do,' she replied.
'Nice.'
From that point on, we had a great conversation. Given our ages and geographic upbringing, we hit off. Bantering back and forth, laughing, teasing - but not sexual.
Damn I was having a good time.
We connected like we were friends for years.
I even stopped looking at those great tits, fantasies shut off.
It reminded me of the time when Dawn and I were dating.
We would sit in a booth and talk for hours. We lost track of time in the outside world, the bar closing down around us.
Will was great at keeping the Happy Hour drinks coming. I was getting a buzz. I hadn't had a crumb of food in eight hours.
The fantasies, the temptation was sneaking back in.
Me on top of her looking on that attractive face, her short hair splayed on the pillow. She begged for more and more of what I was giving her, pushing her pelvis up, trying to get extra inches inside her.
So tempted to touch my growing erection.
The next time Will brought a drink, garnering her attention, I let it out from my jockstrap. Freedom to grow!
The dinner crowd was filtering in, but we kept our two booth's and our distance.
When my phone rang, I jumped. It was Dawn.
I put my hand over the mic.
'I have to take this.'
I slid out of the booth and stood up.
My mistake. My rock hard cock pushing up against my shorts, the head peaking out of the bottom of a leg.
She saw it and smiled. I turned and walked through the crowd at the entrance. Some of them staring, some not noticing.
As I walked, more and more of my erection came out.
I heard a little boy say, 'That man's pee-pee is poking out.'
Now everyone was looking.
At the door, it was packed.
I had to squeeze between two women, the force of which caused my shorts to ride up, all of my cock out.
It was now up against the ass cheeks of a young woman.
She felt it. She turned around and shrieked, 'Streaker! Call the police.'
I heard Dawn say, 'Streaker? There is a streaker where you are?'
The crowd as packed outside as in the small indoor waiting area. My cock brushing up against people as I focused on making it to the car.
I heard a woman say, 'Look at that thing Martha! He is big!'
Martha said, 'Let's invite him to our place.'
My car was parked close by thank god!
I fumbled around trying to stuff my erection back in my jockstrap. It wasn't working.
'Dawn, let me call you back.'
I hung up and dropped my phone. I didn't see where it went.
Then I heard the sirens.
Louder and louder.
Two police cars show up.
'He is in that car. He had his dick out, rubbing it up against all the women,' someone said.
Another shout from the crowd, 'Fucking pervert! In a crowded restaurant, something wrong with that guy.'
'Officer! Arrest him! Get him out of our here.'
Fucking hard on won't go down. Can't get in my jockstrap.
A female and guy were standing at my passenger window.
The female with her phone out pointed at me.
She shouted out, 'He is stroking it! He is trying to cum! He gets off masturbating in public.'
The guy said, 'So disgusting!'
A woman behind her, 'Well, I don't know about that. Tracy look at that thing. Maybe we can help him!'
'Yeah, I volunteer.'
I looked forward. An iPhone in a girl's hand.
Fuck! She was videoing it too!
Oh no, oh no...
I gave up, my cock standing straight up, finally beginning to wilt.
I laid back on my seat and closed my eyes hoping this would all go away.
From the passenger window...
'It's shrinking. What a shame.'
'Get out of my way, I want to video it before he gets limp and get in on my OnlyFans. Maybe he will start stroking it again, I hope so. It's big!
A strong authoritative voice, 'Everyone clear out, get away from the car.'
Two knocks on my window.
I powered it down.
'Sir, I need your license and registration.'
I left my wallet in the booth.
'I don't have it.'
'Do you have a phone with pictures?'
'Yes I do.'
I looked over at the passenger seat, my phone was not there.
Looking around the front seat, I put my hand under the front seat, maybe I dropped it there.
He shouted to his partner, 'Gun!'
'No, no, no I was just looking for my phone.'
'Hands on the steering wheel, sir.'
I gripped it hard, like I was going to choke it.
'Sir, where is your handicap placard? You are in a handicap spot.'
'I have one, it's over here.'
I leaned over to the glove box.
He shouted in my ear, 'Stop! Hands on the wheel. Jim check for a gun in the glove box.'
