The day had been dragging. It was almost lunchtime and as a regular John I started looking to take and extended lunch and get my nut off. Browsing through escort pages had been a hobby but actually committing to it had been a recent thing. I’d still get the dry mouth and butterflies in my stomach whenever I would head over. He’ll, I still texted them and would refuse to use the ones that said you had to call out of fear.

Once lunch time was approaching I decided to peruse the usual sites and pick something for a nooner. The perks of being in management were no time limits on lunch and a handsome compensation that fed into my newfound hobby. This particular day I picked a girl I’d seen many times but never chose, I guess there was something deep inside I knew was wrong but today was the day I would find out what it was. I texted her and set up the date and like a well oiled machine, the plan flowed with no issues. I arrived at the motel where she was, Sweaty palmed and scared as hell I just wanted to nut and get back to work. A failed jack off session had frustrated me that morning and the need to feel that hot cum shoot out of my dick consumed me far more than any reasoning. She texted me she was showering and would call me soon to let me know the room.