I shifted my hips, trying to adjust myself without touching. That only made it worse. The head brushed against the inside of my briefs and I sucked in a sharp breath. Pre-cum had already soaked through the fabric; I could feel the wet spot spreading.
Okay. Okay. Just… unzip. Relieve the pressure. Quick. Surgical. In and out. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.
I fumbled with my belt. The buckle clinked too loudly in the tiled silence. I froze, listening. Nothing. Just the distant hum of the string quartet and the muffled roar of conversation beyond the door.
I popped the button. Lowered the zipper. The relief of space was immediate, and immediately not enough.
My cock sprang free, flushed dark, the head shiny with pre-cum. I stared down at it like it had personally betrayed me.
You absolute slut, I hissed internally. We are literally at a work event. You cannot be doing this.
But my hand was already moving.
The first stroke was tentative, just enough to take the edge off.
It didn't.
