Do**** Posted October 6 I took the sildenafil around 8 because the girl I’d been seeing was supposed to come over. She texted last minute that she couldn’t make it—family thing. Classic. Instead of sitting around with a wasted hard-on I clipped the leash on and took the dog out for a short walk around the apartment building. It was about 9pm. Warm night. The usual path. I ran into two of the neighbors walking their dogs—the cute Latina I’ve talked to a bunch of times and the other woman. Our dogs always get along so we ended up standing in the grass together, letting them play while we caught up. She’s engaged. I know her fiancé. Still doesn’t change how fucking cute she is. I had stretched and pumped my cock a few minutes before leaving the apartment, so it was already full and heavy. The sildenafil was working. On top of that I’m on a med that dulls the sensation down there, so I didn’t even notice I was sporting a semi at first. Just standing there talking, watching the dogs, completely unaware that my shorts were starting to give everything away. The lamps around the grass were the real problem. Harsh overhead light casting hard shadows. The fabric of my shorts was thin enough that once my dick started filling out, the outline became impossible to miss—thick shaft running down my left thigh, head clearly defined, the whole thing looking plump and obvious under the direct light. I finally noticed when I shifted my weight and felt the weight of it. By then she’d already looked. More than once. She kept the conversation going, laughing at something the other neighbor said, but her eyes kept dropping to the heavy bulge printed against my shorts. The lamps made every ridge and curve stand out. I could feel how full it was from the earlier pumping—juicy, swollen, just sitting there on display while three people stood in a circle with their dogs. I didn’t adjust. Didn’t turn away. Just stayed in the light and let her look. We talked for a while longer. Dogs ran around. She glanced down again. And again. Engaged Latina neighbor staring at the clear outline of my thick semi under the apartment lamps at 9pm, and I just stood there letting it happen. When we finally said goodnight and walked off I could still feel the weight of her eyes. Now every time I see her I’m wondering what she was thinking while she watched my cock print through my shorts in that harsh light. Whether she told her fiancé. Whether she’s still thinking about how full and obvious it looked. Because I know I am.
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