That's what my therapist told me to do with women. And then this happened the same weekend.
I'm part of a singles group at church and we're all in our 40s-50s. We all don't know each other too well, but we have occasional dinners together at nice restaurants, which happened to be last night. Mind you, this is a church group and we're older so I do my best not to imagine any of the women having horny thoughts much less slutty lifestyles (even though some probably do, I just try not to think about it).
Anyhow, I sit down to enter this large U-shaped booth and I'm about to turn my legs under the table so I can scoot towards the middle, but there were crumbs so I started to wipe them away with my left leg under the table and my right leg resting on the side of the booth. Well, the woman (let's call her Tricia) behind me didn't notice me brushing crumbs away and she just assumed that I would've already moved inside. So, without looking she sat down on my lap - specifically my right leg, which is where I keep my keys, and her momentum rolled her back. When she rolled back, I felt something solid hit my keys. It didn't make a noise, but I could tell it was solid by how my keys dug into my legs. She immediately yelped and threw her left hand back to push herself off, but of course her hand landed on my crotch. When she realized where her hand was, she immediately lifted her hand off my cock which then of course made her fall back onto my leg and that solid thing hit my keys again digging them into my leg harder than before. She let out another yelp. Now I had a solid idea that Tricia was wearing a buttplug and then it was confirmed by a 3rd yelp she let out as she used the table for leverage and rolled on my leg/keys.
By now people were laughing at what happened, but no one knew what we knew. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I was wiping the crumbs away.
We all sit down, talk, eat dinner and Tricia will not look at me - at all. This further confirms to me that she's got a buttplug inside which is made even more naughtier cause we're all church friends and, to me, totally unexpected.
As we're eating, I notice that she is squirming uncomfortably here and there. I don't believe anyone else notices because they wouldn't know to.
I'm having a hard time focusing on anything other than Tricia and her buttplug. And yes, I am hard as a rock. I had to take a piss for awhile, but no way I was getting up!
Then I heard my therapist's voice, "be intentional with women." I'm turned on like crazy.
I take out my phone, pretending to check my email and I text her: are you ok? You seem a bit squirmy...
She texts back: shut up! I know you know! It hurt so much when I sat on your leg. What did I land on?