Tom Scavo was horny. Still. He'd jerked off twice already today, once that morning in the shower and again in the bathroom at the office into his leopard print thong. He still had it from when Lynette wanted to spice things up and now he loved to spice them up. But she loved to not put out now which was really fucking with him and his dick. And with his new love of new things, it seemed he was horny all the time. Hence why he was in the bathroom stall again, hand pumping his 7 ½ incher, other hand teasing his uncovered nipples.
He could just imagine himself now, the sight anyone would see if they were to walk in and take a peek. His black shoes and black socks were covered by his pants, which lay rumpled around his ankles. His white button-up was ripped open, providing a perfect view of his lightly fuzzed abs and chest and his hard nipples. His thong was stretched between his knees, ready to be pulled up at a moment's notice, his head thrown back as he tried not to moan in ecstasy.
As he neared his orgasm for the third time another image jumped into his mind, a new fantasy. Mike Delfino walking in on him doing this right now, standing there as he pumped himself, just watching. With that image in mind Tom blew his load once again into his thong, pulled it up, and went about the rest of his day with his cum pressed against his half-hard dick, thinking about the gorgeous hunk next door.