Of course I said yes.
	You gave me a soft warm kiss on my cheek, and my balls contracted.
	I could feel my cock against my briefs and pants and was hoping that it wasn't obvious and wouldn't offend you.
	Every time I moved, I could feel it against my leg, as I tried to think of something else.
	In the shower I'd tried to cool down by using cold water.
	It was no use.
	I grabbed it and tried to relieve myself by masturbating, but I couldn't climax that quickly and in the shower.
	It may have been the stress, but I gave up and finished my shower.
	As we left my place and walked out to the car, you took my arm and moved closer as we walked.
	Holding me that way, you caused a throbbing in my cock.
	I opened the door for you and as you were seated, your skirt got raised by the edge of the seat belt.
	I was afraid that I might climax right there.
	After I got in and started the car, you moved over next to me, and said something that caused me to turn toward you.
	You looked me straight in the eye, smiled and put your hand on my knee.
	I jumped a little from the contact and you smiled again.
	You informed me that you wouldn't bite.
	Your blouse was made of some kind of soft, filmy material that draped and couldn't support its own weight.
	My body was keenly aware of the cleavage visible as your breasts stretched the blouse.
	Now, my cock felt alive and ready to fracture from the pressure within.
	Your touch, your smile, your eyes, and your breasts were nearly too much for a horny man.
	I felt my briefs shift a bit as I squirmed in my seat and turned back to the steering wheel.
	You either didn't see in the darkness of the car, or you ignored my condition.
	When I asked you what you'd like to do, you'd suggested the miniature golf place.
	As I got out of the car, I stood facing away from you and the car.
	I reached down the front of my pants and tried to push my cock back in through the hole.
	My cock was too happy where it was and wasn't going back that easily.
	I heard you ask if I was okay, and I told you that I had to tuck in my shirt.
	I unbuttoned, unzipped and forced my cock back into its proper place.
	Fortunately, I just got it back and started to tuck my shirt when you came around the car.
	I could feel my cock straining even harder against those briefs.
	As I fastened and zipped the pants, you came up and took my arm and we walked over to play golf.
	We were sitting even closer than before, your hand was back on my knee and my cock took charge again.
	This time I could feel it all the way up into my stomach, and around into my ass.
	I was afraid to move my knees for fear of a repeat of earlier events.
	When we got to the restaurant, I swung both knees together, and then around and out the door.
	I sat for a moment hoping to feel an easing of the pressure.
	You put your hand on my shoulder and leaned forward to ask if I was okay.
	I felt your breast pushing into one arm and my back.
	I was not alright.
	I mean I was, but I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do about it.
	Somehow, I managed to walk you to and into the restaurant.
	After dinner, and before dessert, you excused yourself to powder your nose.
	After you left, I try to slink down low enough in the seat to open my zipper and put my cock back again.
	I pulled up the tablecloth to cover myself as it slipped out and actually hit the edge of the table.
	It hurt, but had only slight effect.
	I readied myself again and this time I really let it snap.
	My cock relaxed and somehow I managed to get it back into my briefs and fasten my trousers.
	As you bent over, sat down and scooted close to me on the soft cushioned seat, I saw your breasts again, more than before.
	Again, cock panic took over, and you kissed me.