" I shook his hand and stepped aside, holding the door. He was my height and very polite, almost embarrassed at his intrusion. He explained that he wa...s on his way home and remembered some papers he'd forgotten to give my wife. He stood just inside the door, holding his briefcase with both hands. He glanced around, seeking someplace to open it."Please, come on in. We're out on the deck." I turned and led the way through the house, enjoying his awkward moment. It must have been rather important. 00 a.m. everybody was leaving and braving the cold and snow to go home.As I was about to leave my friend asked me if I would mind walking back with someone to make sure that he made it home safely.The person concerned was Hugh Macintosh a rather obnoxious fellow who had got well and truly drunk and had been annoying most people there during the party by staggering up to them and whilst breathing alcoholic fumes all over them telling them what a great guy he was.He had also managed to smash. I was already hard as a rock. I walked out of the booth and she locked the door behind me. When I was in the hall, I felt that really I had to take an urgent leak, so, I quickly went down to the men's room.When I reached back to the booth I found the door was locked. I then tried the door where I had left Anita, but it was locked also. Then I went to the booth on the opposite side of my wife's. Most of these booths have peep holes in the walls and as I suspected there was one there to look into. I am very ticklish.As he started rubbing my inner thighs, i was slowly getting erection. His hand felt good on my body, the oil was warm and i was feeling relaxed. But the erection was getting strong and I was feeling very embarrassed. The oil had spilled over my small underwear. I guessed he purposely did that so that the oil doesn’t leave single inch of my body. I could feel that my cock was hard enough to be visible. The bulge was so prominent that my cock was slightly visible through upper.