It was at this point that I was no longer one of the guys, just sitting around, chatting and having a snack before going out to dinner. When Kirsten kissed me, touched my cock, and then stepped away so everyone could see, I was transformed into the object of their collective feminine erotic gaze. I was no longer Kirsten's boyfriend, the guy who was talking about pianos and rock bands and sound checks. I became the naked guy with the erection who was the stimulus for everyone's erotic thoughts and desires as they scrutinized me and inspected me, making precise mental notes of the shape, firmness and geography of my shoulders, legs, ass and cock. I became the subject of their future conversations and private fantasies. To my surprise, this did not bother me. Though I probably would not have admitted it, I enjoyed the attention. I am sure that was apparent, as it seemed to me that my penis was getting harder and harder. But while I enjoyed the attention, I was more than a little concerned that this was taking place in front of Kirsten.
I was already horny. Seeing Greta's nude photo made me even more so. And while I was not drunk, I was nonetheless under the influence of two shots of bourbon. I shed whatever inhibitions I might have had. I hung up the phone and moved a chair directly in front of the window. I sat down and put my feet up on the window ledge. I was naked, with a throbbing, tight skinned, wet-on-the-tip erection. I started fondling myself while looking at the magazine. I decided to make it worth Greta's while, so I spent quite a bit of time paging through the magazine while touching my cock. After a few minutes, I was ready to come. In fact, of all the things that I could have done at that time, coming was the one thing I wanted to do the most. I set the magazine down on the floor and leaned back in the chair. I grabbed my scrotum with my left hand, and pulled down gently on my balls while stroking my cock with my right hand. After about a minute I was shaking a little, my heart was pounding, and I was ready to climax. For the sake of putting on a good show, I delayed things as much as I possibly could. Then, shaking more, I arched my back and shot my come all over the place. Though it probably only took a second or two, I felt like I was coming for a minute or more.And I did all of this right in front of the window, with all of the lights on me, with Greta watching from another room.
