After spending some time overseas I had a stopover in the US to catch a long-haul flight. I was travelling in a group of about 10, a roughly even mix of blokes and girls. We had 12 hours to kill before our flight so we alternated between hanging around
chatting and grabbing some food and beers and wandering around the rather dull confines of LA airport.
At some point I went in search of some reading material and grabbed a few magazines from one of the news stands, including one of the old-school Penthouse or Playboy ones (I can't recall which). It had been a rather lean time away and I hadn't gotten any (or
had a girlfriend) for quite some time and it didn't take long to get rock hard looking through the photos of the centrefolds.
I was sitting at a table in the food court with the group I was with, with everyone chatting casually and so forth, but I had an
aching hard-on and felt the need to do something about it then and there. I knew from previous experience that I can get off just from some controlled breathing, some low-key keggel exercises and some very discrete movement, and I decided that I could manage all of this without anyone noticing. So, with my travelling companions at the table chatting away, I started to edge myself towards orgasm with everyone completely oblivious to what was going on a very short distance away.
It didn't take long for me to get close to orgasm, but I didn't want to come in my boxers and jeans for everyone to see (all of this must be so much easier to disguise for most women). There were a few napkins from some of the food places at the table and I somehow managed to grab a couple, sneak them under the table and into my boxers at the appropriate place. I soon let myself
go over the edge, leaving my aching balls feeling satisfied and a fresh load in the serviettes.
Everyone at the table just carried on eating, chatting, etc, and I knew none of them had noticed. A short while later I excused myself to take a short walk and dispose of the evidence before we boarded our flight a few hours later.
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