Since that night, Ash and I have been to other EHM events, and it’s always in the back of my head that he might pop up... and a few months ago, he did.
Ash and I decided to attend EHM’s Lingerie and Masquerade Party. I was wearing lingerie, but it wasn’t completely sexy or slutty – just a nice negligee that made my boobs look perky and hot. We showed up, made our way in, and not even a full vodka tonic into the night, comes the same high school teacher. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing lingerie. (As open and accepting as I am, I don’t know if I could erase that visual from my mind, and it wouldn’t be in a good way).
Ash, my high school teacher, and I, all started chatting. Although it had been two or three years since the last time we ran into each other, it wasn’t as awkward this time, thankfully, but it certainly wasn’t an everyday situation for us. Once again, we made simple pleasantries and parted ways.
A few vodka tonics later, Ash had to pee. Throughout Ash’s and my relationship, we have always joked that when he pees, I should go in and help him out. Of course, I haven’t ever. That would just be weird, and I’m fairly confident after 20-plus years, Ash doesn’t need any help... that, and peeing isn’t what Ash and I find sexy in the boudoir. But the suggestion is funny. So, not to skip tradition, I suggested that I help him out; this time, however, Ash’s response did not follow tradition.
He actually entertained the notion. I don’t know if he was just seeing how far I would go with the idea, but I started following him into the bathroom. From there, it was almost like a game of chicken. How far would we take this, and who would be the first to bow out? Not I, my friends. Ash walked over to the urinal and pulled out his cock. I was standing right behind him and even helped him unzip his pants. As Ash started peeing, I stood right there and held his cock. We were both giggling, but through our chuckles, we heard someone walk into the men’s restroom. I turned around, and there, standing in the doorway, was my high school teacher. I don’t even remember what he said. I just remember his shocked face. Then he turned and walked out. Ash and I were laughing pretty hard about the situation.
Who runs into their old high school teacher at a sex museum, multiple times, and once again, while you’re holding your boyfriend’s cock while he’s peeing? Sometimes I can’t even believe the shit that happens to us.
XOXO, Lilith DianaSin City Sex Blog
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