Nurseguy75
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late teens (cuz that's LIT policy--grin), decide to cut the grass in a pair of cut-offs and nothing else. The neighbor lady asks if I could go ahead and do her yard as well. I start in the front and realize that my cock is rubbing against the denim and I'm getting a stiffy. Neighbor is watching through her front window.
I take a break and drink water from her hose and let the water run down my sweaty chest.....she's still watching........which makes me harder but now the denim is soaked with sweat and water. I go to her back yard. She comes out and offers me a soda. I'm drinking it but she hasn't backed away and the little guy is now not so little...and she is looking right at the soldier.
I go back and start cutting her back yard. She sits in a patio chair, her legs slightly open (shorts and a halter top)....that ain't helping! She crosses her leg over the other and one sandal dangles from her toes, pained a very sexy deep red and my cock is straining to escape the confines of my shorts. Which means it's rubbing right against the waistband now. I am very close to cummin and she is now just watching me, her legs more open. I finish cutting her yard and kill the engine. I'm standing only a couple feet away from her.
"You are naughty to get an erection in my yard," she says in the most gravely voice I've ever heard. 'You are bad' she says more softly but gruffly. as she cups my erectoin and presses down and I cum all over my shorts.
Sigh.......some of the above is true....the erection....the neighbor lady watching closely. What part is fantasy? All these years later, what does it matter?
A couple of years ago I met a guy I thought was Mr Right. He was always a perfect Gentleman, always dressed impeccably, always cheerful, very masculine and handsome.
Two days after meeting, he called me for a date- we had a wonderful evening together at a nice restaurant getting acquainted. He took me home, walked me to the door- always perfect.
Two, three, four, five dates and the guy never made a move on me, and I'm accustomed to being hit on at least the second date. I was really perplexed. Each time I invited him in for a night-cap, "No, I must be up early tomorrow..." I really began to wonder about this guy...
Finally on the sixth date he invited me to a fancy dinner dance at his club. I got to meet several of his friends, their wives, gf's. Very nice. Great progress, I thought... but not enough.
Desert was served to our table of 10 and I turned to him and said, "Gee...I feel a draft; I wish now I'd worn panties this evening..." He dropped his fork and his eyes bugged out of his head in astonishment. I immediately excused myself, went to the ladies room, took off my panties and stuffed them in my purse. As soon as I returned, he said, "Care to go to my place for a night-cap?"
I grinned, looked down and it was raging. I chucked out loud and flashed a big smile. "Please walk in front of me as we exit", he whispered.
He's now my husband...
(Pay attention, JT)
One time I went to a Finnish Sauna, probably one of the few genuine ones on the planet.
In the actual sauna there were a couple of really pretty girls lying naked on the benches, but before I got too obvious the heat hit me and I lost all interest.
( as you do!).
When my fifteen to twenty minutes was up I went outside and jumped into the ice-pool. Well, you guessed it, instant boner.
I was shaking with cold, but the bloody thing wouldn't go away, and there were too many patrons coming and going for me to slip out discreetly.
I think I was close to hyperthermia before I got the situation under control
This happened recently enough that I am still amused by it. I am at breakfast with my business adviser and we're meeting with a small business that is looking for some backing and expertise to skill up. It's not really a business meeting, more of a "get to know a friend of a friend of a friend who might have something interesting". The small business is a dog training (search, rescue, companion) company.
One of the partners is a tall, ice blond, classically beautiful Nordic woman. As we're all making small talk she and I are engaged in some friendly flirting. She's sitting across from me at a picnic table and she has this direct, penetrating way of looking at you that is, well, kind of arousing. Lots of eye contact, lots of smiling.
And I start to get mildly aroused, contemplating possibilities. Now, here is thing - I "hang left" normally. So, when I start to get aroused my cock slides down the left leg of my slacks. But, because of the position I happen to be sitting in, as it hardens it starts to slide down to right leg of my slacks, which is kind of painful, especially as it gets harder and harder. I am sitting there, doing my best not to squirm, and desperately needing to reach down and adjust before it gets too painful.
When breakfast is finished, everyone stands up and shakes hands....except me. I shake hands, but there is no way I am going to stand up because by the end of breakfast I am raging hard and down the wrong pants leg and in a fair degree of pain.
I had two young girls at the urologist office do an ultra sound on my testicles.
So I am laying there not sure what to expect, watching both girls bend over to get things with asses pointed my way.
One of the girls goes to squirt the gel and the lid falls off and the whole bottled dribbles all over my junk.
Now when then grab my dick to move it fingers and hands slide the full length and over the tip.
Repeatedly.
Then again.
Now more carefully and slowly.
I laid there gasping quietly wondering if I could ask for a happy ending.
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True story:
Was on a business trip and we had a casual planned of mixing and mingling. I went to my room and changed into jeans and of course was going to relieve myself after a full day of meetings and being in a cold meeting room (thank goodness for cold air and thin tops).
I laid back for a bit and gave myself a self massage, not quick mind you. I then noticed the time, so I pulled on my Levi’s and tucked myself in. I opened my door and was met coming down the hall by to of my female colleagues. They said hello, but their eyes never looked in my face. I was hanging to the right down my leg. They said my name in a WTF VOICE. I just stood there for a bit and then made my way to the elevator. It nice to hear as you walk away....”you see that?”
Was kinda like the right view.
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So that's how that happens!
I see so many boners in the hallways and elevators at the resort where I work I'm always wondering "isn't he on vacation? why didn't he finish?"
And, of course, sometimes: "I wonder where he's going with that thing?"
So the next time you ran into those two co-workers what happened?
My wife and I went to a Sex Museum to check out what was on display. It was a lot more X Rated than we expected. I was as hard as granite almost immediately and stayed that way for the whole time we were there. Just before we were due to leave, my wife pointed out that a large patch of pre-cum had soaked through the pair of light coloured trousers I was wearing. I managed to grab a pamphlet and hold it over the incriminating evidence as we left.
My wife and I went to a Sex Museum to check out what was on display. It was a lot more X Rated than we expected. I was as hard as granite almost immediately and stayed that way for the whole time we were there. Just before we were due to leave, my wife pointed out that a large patch of pre-cum had soaked through the pair of light coloured trousers I was wearing. I managed to grab a pamphlet and hold it over the incriminating evidence as we left.
Age 28, out of the Air Force and working my first job as executive pilot for a large Midwest corporation, I had a lakeside apartment, ski boat and a Jag roadster. I had the bottom end apartment of a two story eight unit building, and above me lived a tall sexy blonde and her husband. In the other end upstairs unit lived a petite sexy brunette and her husband. I only had to work when there was a trip scheduled, so had many days free when the husbands were away. It was a hot summer and the girls lounged around in bikinis while I wore swim trunks working on my boat or tinkering with the Jag, and I often kept my back turned to hide my ever present boner.A few of you who are fans of my Pervy Things My Husband Does For/To Me thread have encouraged me to start this thread.
I think the title is pretty self-explanatory.
I know you guys have lots of embarrassing boner stories, but surprise, surprise! some of us ladies do too.
So ... embarrassing boner stories!
Let's hear them!