I was sitting in a burger getting quick bite to eat before heading home, just relaxing and killing time with a little people watching. Watching the young frazzled looking mother with her little son in mismatched shoes tugging at her hand waiting impatiently for his 'chickie nuggisss' to be ready, taking in the trendy teenagers sitting so close all mushy eyed at each other, admiring the distracted tall dark and handsome who kept glancing at his phone while ordering. My eyes roam to the man in baseball gear behind him in line taking in the dirt ground into the side of his leg and hip when I hear very sexual, very female moaning coming from the man with the phone. My eyes swing back to him; he is turning red fumbling with his phone when he drops it, immediately covering it with his black boot muffling the moans. He looks at the cashier gives her a shrug and an embarrassed smile. The man in line behind him is smiling at his back, the mushy eyed teens are staring, the young mom looks shocked covering her son's ear with one hand while pulling him to her hip, effectively covering his other ear.
The man hurriedly bends to pick up his now quiet phone, (I can't help noticing what a nice ass he has behind those blue jean pockets) pays for his food and as he turns around he catches everyone in earshot looking at him. I remain staring at him, taking in his reactions, from the 'yea, buddy' smirk at the man behind him to the embarrassed grimace that starts at the staring teens and deepens at the young seemingly offended mother. However, when his eyes meet mine, having watched this transition of emotions, I burst out laughing. Which, for some reason, breaks the tension in his shoulders but gains me a glare from the young mother. He smirks and gives me a shrug as he walks to a secluded table to wait for his order.
I continue my people watching as I finish the last of my meal, always returning to that man. I wonder what the sexual moaning was all about, it didn't appear that he was watching pornography, it was like he was texting someone. Constantly typing and smiling at his phone. I don't know why but I'm curious, really curious.
After throwing the wrappers in the trash I approach his table, he is so into his phone he doesn't see me standing there.
I want to slide into the booth opposite him. Wanting him to look up startled, slightly glassy eyed, to finally focus on me. "Can I help you?" he'd ask shifting uncomfortably, not like he's embarrassed though.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," I gesture to his phone. "But I have to ask, what was the moaning all about?"
He stares across the table at me before answering that it was a friend of his, they were playing around. I ask what kind of friend that would be. He shifts and mutters something but all I catch is, "...wish it were with benefits." I have the feeling he may just have a raging hard on under the table causing his uncomfortable shifting.
"I can take care of that for you," I say.
He stares at me trying to figure out exactly what I mean. He takes off his backwards facing fitted baseball cap to smooth his dark hair before fitting it back on. I can see he's hoping I mean one thing but obviously not wanting to offend all he says is, "Sorry?"
I slide off my flip flop, reach my foot under the table, ease it between his legs, resting the arch of my foot on his hard on. "I can take care of this for you," pressing his cock with my foot.
Just feeling how hard his cock is under my foot has gotten me wet, all hot and bothered even.
