Friday, February 2, 2018

Paula, Grover and the hardware store

I was doing some work in my front yard when my neighbor, Grover, came by. I don’t know for sure if Grover is a masturbator in the sense you and I are. But he is one of my few “civilian” friends who knows I write these columns and am heavily into the masturbation scene. Grover and I often sit and have frank discussions over a beer, and I’ve told him some of my secrets and he’s told me his.

“I need to turn-in another story,” I told him while leaning on a shovel. “I have so many I don’t know where to start.”

Our talk drifted to other things, like what we were doing this day and the fact we both needed to go to the hardware store.

I drove us to one of those big-box hardware places a couple of towns over. Grover and I wandered around looking for what we needed and met-up near the front of the store.

“I need to go down to millwork and order a door,” I told him.

We walked the aisle in the front of the store near the cash registers. As we approached the paint department, I saw her: Paula. Grover noticed me wave and smile, and her smile and wave back.

“A potential subject for your next story?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Are you reading my mind?”

Paula is in her late-50’s, a few months older than me. I’ve been acquainted with her for more than 30-years, although these days I only occasionally run into her. In our 20’s we were part of the same loose circle of friends that went to bars and parties together. I’ve never gotten to know her real well but I’ve always had a crush on her, and it’s been largely a masturbation crush.

Paula has always worn her hair short. Kind of a light-brown or dark-blonde (although she’s colored darker more recently). She’s slender, taller than average (5’7” – 5’8”) and has these big, beautiful light-blue eyes. Her pretty smile really lights-up those eyes, and I love staring into them when we speak.

Other than those eyes, I have always loved her slender, sexy legs and beautiful feet, and her nice, shapely ass.

Paula used to teach exercise classes. When we were in our 20’s, she used to come around for whatever reason to where I worked. She would often show up after class in her workout clothes, drenched in sweat. Her leotard would be see-through at that point, revealing her pert nipples and all her curves packed into her sexy body. She always had some excuse to stop by and she always flirted with me. I flirted back but never made an attempt to ask her out.

Perhaps part of the reason I never asked Paula out is that she became such a good masturbation muse. I was so sexually satisfied by wanking over her beautiful face and frame, that I never felt the urge to take the next step.

Years went by, we married other people, and I didn’t see Paula very much over the years. An occasional hello in the post office or grocery store, and that’s about it. Cheryl and I go to a swimming pool Paula belongs to, and we’ve seen her there a few times and we’ve chatted in the pool. Seeing her in her MILF bathing suit always give me some good masturbation inspiration.

Seeing her in the hardware store, however, reminds me of one significant masturbation incident more than 30 years ago.

It was an overcast day back in late spring or early summer of 1985 or 1986, and I needed to go into town to visit a business at the end of the street where Paula’s parents lived. I think she may have been living there at the time, I really don’t remember. What I do remember is that every time I drove by that house, I would look for Paula and sometimes I would see her.

I turned left off the main road onto a side street. My destination was at the end, and Paula’s parents’ house was about half-way down. As I approached, I glanced over to the right hoping to see Paula. Gray skies of the morning had now cleared into a beautiful summer day. My heart skipped a beat as I saw someone or something laying in the yard a few feet from the house. It was Paula, lying on her back on a beach towel. She had on a skimpy green bikini. Very skimpy.

I struggled not to swerve off the road. My heart raced. The masturbator in me wanted to stop right there, pull out my cock and enjoy the beauty of my muse.

First, I needed to take care of whatever business I had at the end of the street. I quickly drove there, got out and practically ran inside. All I could think of was “I’ve got to get back there and look at her!” My cock stirred in my pants. I finished my business and excitedly headed back up the street.

I slowed as I neared the house. Paula was still there on the beach towel, sunning herself on this beautiful day. My cock was out of my pants at this point, and I drove by slowly as I greedily pleasured myself to this beautiful vision.

The house was on a corner, and I crossed over to the next block and pulled over. I could easily look over my left shoulder and see her. I adjusted the side view mirror so I had a good view of her laying there. This way I could also more easily see if anyone else was approaching. There was an empty yard to my right and the street was quiet, so I had a good opportunity to masturbate uninterrupted.

There was this real sense of adventurous deviance in that I was on a public street and someone could easily walk up and catch me masturbating to Paula. I’m not into exposing myself to people who don’t want to see, and I was in my truck and not in the open. Still it was exciting to be this close to the edge. Even if someone did not directly walk up and catch me with my cock in my hand, they could look out their window and figure out what was going on. This was a thrill. My cock was so hard and felt so good.

I got daring and pulled my pants down to my ankles. The summer breeze blew through the open truck windows, across my genitalia. The breeze mixed with the scent of my pre-cum smelled so sweet. I looked at Paula’s sexy bare feet, up those pretty legs, across that tummy, past those small but firm and pert breasts to that pretty face, relaxing as if asleep. This masturbation felt so good and I did not want it to stop.

Suddenly, Paul awakened and jumped to her feet. She gave a glance in my direction, but I’m not sure she was really looking at me or just looking around. I continued to stare back, pumping my bare cock even harder. She turned around and headed to the stairs that led to the back door. I had a precious few seconds of seeing her beautiful ass in that bikini as she sashayed. As she turned and bounded up those short steps, I started to spray sperm. Orgasm started to sweep over me as Paula’s eyes locked onto mine as she opened the door, then disappeared inside.

“Wow, that felt good,” I thought as the orgasm subsided and I regained awareness of where I was. I looked around to see if I was still alone, and saw no one on the street or peering out a window. In my mind was Paula’s face, looking at me as she approached the door. Had she become aware that I was watching her? Had she realized there was a masturbator jacking himself as she sunbathed? It seemed at that moment she HAD realized she was being watched, and might have been spooked. She did look right at me.

Later I figured that although she probably did notice my pickup truck parked on the next block, she probably didn’t realize it was me or realize what I was doing. It might have freaked her out to have been watched but hey, she’s the one who laid-out in the open in a bikini! Someone was bound to notice and stare.

Paula has never said anything to me about that day. If she did think it was me, she’s kept it to herself. Perhaps she never noticed she was being watch in the first place. Either way this is a hot masturbatorial memory for me even today. I still occasionally masturbate thinking about this incident, thinking about Paula in that bikini. It is always good.

And I still slow down and think of Paula whenever I drive by that house!

Maybe I should go to the hardware store with Grover more often!

Monday, January 8, 2018

How Emily became a masturbation muse for me!

I was reminded of Emily at a recent yacht club banquet. It had been 18 years since I had first seen her at the same banquet. She wasn’t there this year, but the other ladies, in their skimpy dresses and –cum-fuck-me shoes, reminded me of my muse. My mind drifted back to that winter of 2001. It was January and it was cold out. Still, many women at the banquet wore dresses and shoes that defied the weather. Long legs revealed by short skirts and sexy, sandaled feet were in abundance. I was standing near the bar, sipping on a drink when I spotted her: Long, strappy black gown with a revealing slit down the side. Inside that slit was Emily’s sexy leg, pointing down to a beautiful foot that she revealed with very bare high-heel sandals. I looked up and saw the cute, smiling visage of Emily. My cock stirred.

I drank in the view of Emily. I knew right then that I could not wait to go somewhere and masturbate to this beautiful image of this sexy woman I had just met the previous September. I had not expected her to be at this banquet; Emily belonged to another club. However, I soon realized that she and her all—female crew had won a ladies regatta at my club the weekend I met her. She had come south to collect her trophy. It was a beautiful September weekend in 2000. Temperatures were around 80-degrees in the day and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. I had been doing a little bit of work on my sailboat, which was parked in front of the club. My attention was diverted by another boat approaching the pier. It was crewed by five women, several of whom were very cute. However, I was taken by the captain who turned out to be Emily. Emily, I learned, was 38-years-old at the time. About 5’7 – 5’8”, she had a tomboyish look about her. She wasn’t remarkably beautiful in a model sort of way, but she had this outdoorsy air with lean legs and a well-defined body. I could tell because she wore a bikini top with running shorts covering the bottom. Her medium-brown hair was up in a kind of bun but when it was down, it went halfway down her back. She had square, sexy shoulders capped by a wonderful smile.

I watched as the boat docked in the slip next to mine. I could not take my eyes off Emily. I wanted to get to know her and make her a masturbation muse. Emily was captaining a borrowed boat for that weekend’s ladies regatta. She and her crew sailed about four hours down the bay to get to our harbor. A cheery and friendly woman, she wore these wire-framed eyeglasses when not in her sunglasses. The eye wear accentuated the pleasant features of her face. I made sure I was down at the dock the next afternoon when the girls brought the boat back from the day’s races. I wanted to check out Emily and the other gals she had on board. When they returned, my masturbatory senses were not disappointed. Emily had discarded the white shorts from the previous evening and was in full bikini mode. It wasn’t a string bikini, but close. An orange and white number, the fabric looked like an orange-swirl ice cream. I tried to pretend I wasn’t looking but I’m sure I was obvious. The other girls all wore shorts and shirts and deck shoes. Emily, as the helmsperson, could get away with such skimpy attire and flip flops. I felt my cock jump as her beautiful feet and leg landed on the dock a few feet from me.

I realized I had to masturbate to this lovely view right then and there, and I had the perfect opportunity to do so. The cabin windows of my boat were tinted enough that on a bright day it was difficult, if not impossible, to see inside. I sauntered down the hatch, pretending I was doing chores. Instead, I quickly stripped and positioned myself on the main cabin berth to get a view out the port window of the girls next door. Emily, running around in her orange swirl bikini and flip flops, got most of my attention. My cock was rock hard as I moved my hand up and down. I gazed up and down Emily’s nice, long legs. Looking up past her pretty ass and sexy back, I fantasized about fucking this MILF from behind. I gripped my penis harder, pumping for maximum pleasure. Emily turned around, showing off her tight abs and the front of her sexy legs. She appeared to smile right at me, and that almost caused me to spurt right there.

I then came to the realization that although the girls could not really see me through the port window, the main hatch offered a slightly better-lit view of the inside of my cabin. If someone were to walk down the dock past my boat, they might be able to catch a glimpse of my naked self in full masturbatory enjoyment. It would be only a dark, quick glimpse but knowing this made this session so much more exciting. One of the girls could have jumped up on the dock to borrow my hose and could look inside and see me making love to my cock while taking in their beauty. This realization made the pleasure coursing through my member that much more intense. My heart beat faster. Emily and crew folded sail and coiled lines. Emily kept walking up and down the dock to her truck and back. Each time, I could hear her cheap flip-flops slapping against her pretty feet. That’s a sound I love, and masturbating to this view of her walking in her bikini while hearing that Thwack, Thwack was incredible. I wanted to scream out loud how much I love to masturbate and how much I was enjoying Emily. I kept my mouth shut so I would not be discovered but the urge was almost too great. After about 20 minutes, the girls had the boat all cleaned up. Emily had hosed the vessel down and the water droplets clung to her tanned and toned body. I realized she would be leaving for the evening, and I pumped hard and shot off an incredible load of semen while Emily coiled the hose. It was a beautiful orgasmic end to a wonderfully voyeuristic masturbation session.

I was drenched in sweat from being below for so long. I sat there for a minute, covered in my own sperm, gathering my breath. There was a dinner that night for the sailors. I had not planned to attend, but I made up my mind right there that I had to go. I cleaned up the semen, put my clothes back on and raced home. It didn’t take much to convince Cheryl to go to the dinner; she didn’t want to cook that night, anyway. We went down to the clubhouse at the appointed time. There was Emily; hair down, lovely smile, sun-kissed body in a tight t-shirt, shorts and those cheap flip flops. I drank in the view and thought about how I had masturbated to her just a couple of hours before.

I chatted-up Emily over the course of the event and we became very friendly. She had a husband and two young daughters who were also at the dinner. We talked about boats and sailing and family. I enjoyed her pretty smile, and I kept stealing glances down her sex legs to those pretty feet. Hearing that Thwack, Thwack when she walked in those flip-flops reminded me how much of a masturbator I am; of how I spent a chunk of the afternoon naked on my boat, spying on her in her little bikini. I felt the dopamine rush a masturbator feels when he even thinks about wanking his cock.

The next day was Sunday, and Emily and the girls would leave the race course and head right home after the last race. That meant I had to get down to the boat early to see them off. Of course, I got there before any of them and hid inside my boat, naked with a ready cock. All of the girls looked cute, but Emily was the best. She donned her orange-swirl bikini, and this time eschewed the flip-flops. Masturbating to her pretty barefoot image was so nice. I spurted my jizz just as they were pulling out of the slip. I don’t think they even knew I was on the boat. I didn’t see Emily again for the rest of the year but I could not get her out of my masturbatory mind. I kept playing those images of her back again and again, pumping my cock to Emily on a weekly, if not daily basis. By the middle of winter, I still thought about Emily but my masturbation to her was less frequent. The images were getting too hazy and the thrill was less; until that night at the banquet. All of the masturbation pleasure and my masturbation crush on Emily came rushing back. When I got home from the banquet, I masturbated to her until I fell asleep. I continued to masturbate to her for months afterward. Over the years, Emily and I have remained friendly. I only see her a couple of times per year, but each time I drink in enough of her beauty for masturbation fodder that it lasts me for months. I’ve also managed to either take pictures of her or get pictures of her that I use for my masturbation. She is such a good muse. Now 56 years old, Emily maintains that outdoorsy beauty and slender body I became enamored with when I first saw her. In the intervening years, she got divorced and remarried. Her girls are grown. She and Pete own a beautiful boat that they sail up and down the bay. Sometimes they stop in our harbor and socialize with our crowd, even going to dinner with Cheryl and I.

As I gaze at Emily, I marvel at her cuteness and think of my masturbation infatuation with her. I always can’t wait until I can get somewhere to make love to my own cock over her. Masturbatory Love.


Friday, June 30, 2017

Summertime: Sexy feet and legs with sexy smiles!

Sexy feet and legs on a pretty woman. Summertime. Light tops - perhaps tank-tops - showing off lots of skin and beauty. I love warm weather, and the views bring out the masturbator in me.

I will go back and reference Cammie once again. She is really becoming a powerful masturbation muse for me, even though we personally still have this adversarial relationship. Cammie LOVES to wear sandals and flip-flops. Whenever we cross paths (not often) and whenever I see her on social media, she is showing of her pedicure, the sexy pone structure in her pretty feet. In her beautiful toes. Combine that with her sparkling blue eyes and smile, she is such a beautiful woman. I have managed to block out the negative experience I had with her and have again made her a prominent masturbation fantasy for myself.

Cammie recently posted some pictures of her legs and feet as she sat on the beach near our homes. In one, her feet adorn some strappy foot jewelry; the kind that appears like a sandal from the top but is merely a bunch of straps.
She knows I love her feet and enjoy masturbating to her with bare feet. Even though in our "confrontation" many years ago, she threatened to use my foot adoration of her in her character assassination attempt, I really think she gets off showing off and knowing there are masturbators, like me, who jack our cocks to her foot beauty. Maybe I'm imagining this, but I got to know Cammie pretty well over the years. I really think she loves being a tease and is as infatuated with masturbation and sex as you and I.

Last night I was at the yacht club with my 40-something MILF friend Jolie, one of the cutest little brunettes You’ve ever masturbated to. She has such sexy, slender legs and some of the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen. After Cheryl and I got home, I just had to masturbate to Jolie.

Also at the yacht club was cute early-30’s friend Megan. She is really young enough to be my daughter, and I really view her in a daughterly kind of way. But Megan always wears shorts and flip-flops when the temps are above 70-degrees, showing off nice, long legs and beautiful, sexy feet. Megan was also dancing in my mind as I masturbated to Jolie!

Earlier, we were at a tailgate party with our friend Tina, a 5’2″, 52YO cutie who is a pint-size version of Teri Hatcher. (I’m sure you have masturbated to Teri Hatcher at some point!)
Tina wore a tight dress that showed off ample cleavage and shapely legs, her cute feet clinging to bare flip-flops. Next to my friend "Liz" (article about her posted here recently) Tina is probably my 2n-mot masturbated muse!

I’ve been taking in the view of these cuties and many more, mentally storing them for my masturbation sessions present and future. I have long enjoyed the view of a sexy set of legs and pretty feet as my primary trigger for a pleasant masturbation session.

When I was a college student, I loved looking at and thinking of all the pretty young women there when I pleasured myself . My dorm room bordered the soccer field, and I would sit in my room and watch the women’s athletic classes. One girl, Nancye, would run around the track for her gym class. I would masturbate to her almost every class, checking out her pretty legs, nice ass, pretty face.

Other times I would hide in buildings near windows and check out the girls as they went by. Sometimes I would take a camera and take their pictures. I still love to masturbate to those today. One instance I remember, I was sitting in one of the main academic buildings on a spring weekend. I was studying but sitting near a window. Out in the campus common I could see a group of students playing Frisbee and generally goofing off. Several were young women, and my hand reached down to my pants leg, up my shorts and to my cock. I began to fondle my penis looking at the girls. One was especially cute: Anne. She had red hair, a very cute smile, was about 5’1″, and had a great body. She loved to run around campus in tight shorts, bare feet and light tops, and was – and is – such a masturbation fantasy. My thoughts turned away from studying and turned more sexual. I gazed at Anne running around on the grass and pumped my cock harder. Soon, I was reaching orgasm and spurting sperm down my leg. It was so good. I was in the room by myself and didn’t bother to clean up the mess. I realized I had studying to do, so my eyes returned to the open textbook in front of me. I don’t think 20 seconds had gone by when I heard the door to the room open. It was Anne!! She walked into the room and stared straight at me. I froze. Had she seen me masturbating through the window at her? Anne smiled a short hello and turned and sat at the professor’s desk at the front of the room. (I was about a third of the way back.) There had been some books and papers sitting on the desk. They had apparently been hers. She spent a few minutes looking through her schoolwork. Apparently, she had not known what I had done. However, the uncertainty of that was exciting. The smell of my semen was heavy in the air. The cum was still dripping down my leg. I tried to conceal this from Anne, but wasn’t sure if she saw or not. After a minute or two, she gathered her things and left the building, walking across campus while I watched from the window, greedily rubbing my cock again to her beauty and sexuality. I still recall this incident and masturbate to it so well. I never got any pictures of her myself, but often pic up an old yearbook and masturbate over her there!

A few days ago, it was especially warm here. Thwack, Thwack, Thwack. I have heard that sound numerous times at work, and my cock begged for attention. Christy, the building manager at my office, walked by in her summer flip-flops and short romper outfit. I said "hi", took in the view, then found a place to pull out my cock for some solo love-making.

Warm weather will last here for nearly four more months! It is this masturbator's favorite time of the year!

Saturday, June 17, 2017

When I first met Liz: A masturbation anniversary, of sorts.

This week mark’s a masturbation anniversary of sorts for me.

It was 23 years ago this week that I met one of my favorite BFF’s: “Elizabeth”. Not only is Liz one of my best friends, she’s my number-one masturbation muse. I probably masturbate to her more than any other woman, and after 23 years the masturbation is just as good as when it started.

I don’t think it’s good for me to post a picture of her here, but I will give you a description and explain how I’ve come to call her “Liz” (Or Elizabeth) on these pages. She looks very much like rock star Liz Phair. They have the same kind of chestnut-blonde hair and a similar frame. Both Liz Phair and “my” Liz have nice legs and sexy feet, firm breasts, cute asses, and nice smiles. My Liz is about two inches taller than the 5’2″ Ms. Phair. Both ladies have nice shoulders, and look oh-so-good in tank tops!

I sometimes masturbate to pics of Liz Phair, but often end up thinking of my Elizabeth instead. Then, I have to find pictures of MY Liz to wank to! And it always feels so good.

I first met My Liz after I contacted a lady named Charla to inquire about becoming a crew member on a racing sailboat. That sport had always interested me, and I heard Charla ran a data-base of skippers looking to pair-up single sailors with boats needing crew. Charla gave my name to Liz, then called me back and told me to show up on Wednesday night at a marina and meet up with a particular boat owned by a guy named Murray. However, I was supposed to find a woman named Elizabeth first as she was the crew coordinator.

I got to the marina a little early and stopped at the bath house to use the bathroom. I could hear the voice of a young woman coming from the ladies room next door.

“I think we have six of our regulars tonight, and we are supposed to have this new guy named Tim.”

Gee. It’s good they know I’m coming, I thought to myself. Immediately I was intrigued by the voice, and couldn’t wait to see the woman it belonged to.

I wasn’t disappointed. The voice was Elizabeth’s. Cute package like I described above. She hadad her hair in a pony tail. Liz was fairly serious about her job as crew coordinator, but still quite friendly. I met her outside the bathhouse and introduced myself. She introduced me to Murray and the rest of the crew. They were a friendly bunch, and I looked forward to sailing with them. But what was coursing through my mind the moment this masturbator laid eyes on Liz? I couldn’t wait to go masturbate to her!

Liz and I became fast friends that summer. She was dating a long-time boyfriend, this guy named Deiter. It turned out we had some mutual friends, so we all got along very well. I had just begun dating the woman who was to become my wife, so I wasn’t looking to date Liz or hook up. But masturbating to her became such a pleasurable pastime!

As the years have gone by Liz has remained one of my best, perhaps my best friend. She and Deiter broke up a few years after we all met. I married Cheryl, and Liz has become a favorite friend of hers, too. I don’t think Cheryl masturbates to Liz, but she knows I am masturbatorially infatuated with her and she tolerates it. (You don’t live with a masturbator like me and not figure these things out!) Cheryl does not seem threatened by Liz, even though I end up spending a lot of time with her sailing and doing other stuff. Liz is much like a sister to me, and I love her so much in that way.

But Liz’s girl-next-door beauty and charm always seems to get me reaching for my penis. Seldom does a day go buy when I’m not masturbating for at least a few minutes to Liz’s smile and blue eyes; to those square, sexy shoulders; those perky breasts; those cute legs attached to that nice ass; those sexy feet with a nice pedicure and pink-painted toes in summer flip-flops. I probably reach orgasm over her at least once per week, and usually many times more.

I have a bunch of pictures of Liz that I will look at when I am masturbating at the computer. Most show Liz in shorts, tank-top, flip-flops, and sometimes bare feet. Other pics show Liz in ski clothes, or with just her pretty smile. I cum hard to all of them. I love every inch of my muse.

Does Liz know I am a masturbation fiend and that she is fuel for my bate sessions?

Well, she might.

I won’t go into the whole story here, but a few years ago some douche bag of a person recognized me on-line at a photo sharing site where I post pictures of myself masturbating and decided she would “out” me (see my story about Cammie, elsewhere in this blog: ) . I had posted pictures of a lot of female friends and other people I masturbate over. Nothing graphic but if you were one of my “family” contacts and saw the pics of me jacking off, you came away with the impression that I was masturbating to everyone on my photo stream. She contacted many, if not all, of the women I had posted and told them I had a private area with my masturbation pics, etc., and informed them about what I was doing over their pictures!

I don’t know if Liz actually saw the pics of me with my cock in my hand, but I heard she did see her pics on my site in the public area. She only has ever said one thing about it. We were having lunch and she looked at me and said, “No more pictures for a while, OK?” I turned red and realized what she meant as I nodded yes. She’s never mentioned it again.

After 23 years, I still love Liz and still masturbate to her a lot. Would we ever hook-up for sex? I’ve thought about that a lot. I would do it with her. Not to become romantically involved, but because she is my friend and I want to share and bring her pleasure.

And you can be certain that if we did get naked together for some fucking and sucking, there would be plenty of mutual and solo masturbation involved in our encounter!

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

A dream about my Asian masturbation muse

I always alter or change the names of the people in my stories.

The first thing you should know is I’m here totally naked, lovingly masturbating my penis to a beautiful Asian MILF friend of mine. It’s a beautiful session I’m enjoying while my wife is out of the house

My favorite masturbation muses are women I know. Most of them are actually good friends of either my wife or myself, or both of us. I enjoy their smiles, their sexy asses, their legs and feet, and just generally the fantasies that swirl around them in my mind.

Chin-Zen is one of those muses. She’s an American, but her parents were both born in China. About 5’3″ and 115-pounds. Black hair to her collar, and nice ass and cute legs and feet. Her smile is so sweet, with hardly a hint of her 49-years showing up in faint lines on her face. She’s a MILF with two elementary school age children.

I had met her husband, Jack, a year or so before I ever met Chin-Zen. I finally met her one night when my wife Cheryl and I were at some cocktail party and Jack and Chin-Zen were there. She had on this cute, very short cocktail dress and high-heel sandals. The first thing I thought of when I saw her? I’ve got to masturbate to her!”
When we got home that night, I wanted to masturbate and think nothing of Chin-Zen while I masturbated. Cheryl wanted to fuck so I reluctantly agreed, but it was more like masturbating in her vagina because all I was thinking about was Chin-Zen. I had to bite my tongue to keep from call out her name.

Cheryl knows how much of a masturbator I am, but I better get her name right during sex!

That was about 10 or 11 years ago. Since then, we two couples have been very good friends. We live about an hour apart, so don’t see each other more than a few times per year, but we always have an enjoyable time with Jack and ChinZen. Cheryl or I always manage to take some pictures, and I often use those in my masturbation sessions. Chin-Zen in shorts, Chin-Zen in a swimsuit, Chin-Zen in a sexy dress, Chin-Zen just smiling at the camera; all give me so much pleasure during masturbation.

To be honest, I haven’t masturbated to Chin-Zen much in the past couple of years. Why? Well, we just haven’t seen her and her husband that often. Out of site, out of mind.

So why am I sitting here now, naked, with my cock in my hand and moaning Chin-Zen’s name while I gaze at her pics?

Chin-Zen appeared twice in dreams I had last night. In the first, we met her and Jack somewhere, and Chin-Zen and I were fiddling with our cameras. I kept thinking, “Mmmm..I’m going to get some more pictures of her.” I woke up before that dream went any further.

After I fell back to sleep, I dreamt that I was visiting Jack in a condo or apartment they were renting. Cheryl showed up a little later, and we all started talking about what we would do when Chin-Zen arrived. I don’t remember exactly what was said, but there was an air of sexual expectation.

The three of us had changed into night-clothes. For me, this was underwear and a white terry-cloth robe. Jack and Cheryl had something similar. We lounged around waiting for Chin-Zen. Sheryl and I cuddled on a chair, my cock stiffening at the thought of my Chinese-American friend’s arrival.

Soon, we decided we would lay on the bed to wait. The three of us were kind of draped over each other. I kept thinking about what would happen when Chin-Zen arrived. We would all probably get naked. She would see the hard cock that I pump while thinking about her. I might get to masturbate in front of her and the group. Perhaps we would do a foursome. Or a threesome in various configurations, with one of us masturbating while watching the other three groping, sucking, and fucking.

For some reason, I got up and checked through the window for Chin-Zen. When I went back to the bed, Jack and Cheryl were up but getting more comfortable. They stripped off their robes and laid back down in their underwear.

My cock was raging-hard at this time, and I took a chance. Off came the robe and my underwear! My heart beat as I was naked before them, my masturbator’s penis pointing skyward. As I climbed on the bed, Jack and Cheryl followed my cue. Off came the undies, and the three of us lay there naked. I rubbed my cock against Cheryl, while Jack lay next to us awaiting his wife. I didn’t want him to feel left out, and I thought about reaching over to fondle his cock. (A true masturbator always is willing to help another masturbator, regardless of their sex.) I wasn’t sure how well this would be received, so I just placed a hand on Jack’s thigh. He didn’t seem to mind.

Alas, we were waiting for Godot. Chin-Zen never arrived, and I woke up very horny. Cheryl was still sleeping beside me, and I gently pumped my cock as not to wake her. She finally got up, dressed and went out to meet a girlfriend. I raced to the computer, pulled up pictures of a smiling, scantily clad Chin-Zen and have been here in blissful masturbation ever since.

I’m about to cum now. This feels so good I could do it all day, but I’m trying to be a responsible masturbator and not give into my addiction. I waste enough time overdoing my wanking. I’m going to enjoy my muse a few more minutes, have a nice, long orgasm over Chin-Zen then get on with my day.

However, you can bet that the sexy Asian MILF Chin-Zen will be back in my masturbation muse rotation for quite a while!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Lauren, my friend, my lover, my masturbation muse

I was a sophomore in college when I met Lauren. She was a freshman, away from home for the first time. We began dating that fall. Sexually, I was still very inexperienced. I had never had sexual intercourse up to that point. In fact, I had never gone farther with a girl than making out. Masturbation was my only release and sometimes I wondered if I would ever feel the intimate touch of a female. (I was definitely a late bloomer in this department!)

Things would change with Lauren. She was about 5’10” with rather long brunette hair. She had a smoldering brown gaze and the cute figure of an 18-year-old. Lauren was just as sexually inexperienced as I but we would soon progress from kissing to manual stimulation. Feeling her pretty fingers around my stiff penis was so wonderful. Coating them with my creamy semen was even better. I love the feeling of my masturbation but the warmth of a female hand at that time was unequaled.

After we dated for about six weeks, I decided I needed to try oral sex. I wiggled Lauren out of her tight pants and went down on her with only the knowledge of what I had read in Penthouse or heard from the guys. The smell was sweet, the taste of her juices even better. My tongue swirled around her clitoris and I could feel it hardening as she moaned and squirmed with pleasure. I pursed my lips around her clit, feeling her orgasm. When she finished, I pulled myself up to her and we kissed long and deep. I didn’t ask her to reciprocate, thinking that would come when she was ready.

I ate Lauren out several times and finally coaxed her into sucking me. She didn’t know what to do and asked me how. I pretended like I knew and gave her some instruction.

“What do I do when you cum?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Swallow it, I guess.”

She sucked my penis like a pro. At least to a virgin who had never been sucked before, she felt like a pro. I came in her mouth and she sucked and swallowed my sperm down her pretty, long throat.

Lauren and I broke up not long after that. I was crushed. I would masturbate, pretending my hand was Lauren’s. It wasn’t the same, of course. We went to a small college so we saw one another nearly every day, which was kind of tough. Time went by. I found other girlfriends and lost my virginity. Lauren dated a couple of other guys, lost her virginity and actually gained a reputation as a bit of a slut. I remember feeling empty that she was fucking these other guys but not me.

Gradually, Lauren and I became good platonic friends. There was a bit of an edge to our relationship, something like unfinished business lurking underneath. We never acted on it until my senior year.

It was January of 1982. I lived in a basement apartment a few blocks from campus. Students were just arriving back for the start of the second semester, and a huge snowstorm was bearing down on our college town. It was the Sunday before classes started and students seemed to be late returning, probably due to the weather. I went over to Lauren’s on-campus apartment to see if she had arrived from Boston.

“Hey, I’m glad you are here,” she exclaimed when she answered the door. “I was just thinking of coming over to see you!”

We hugged hello like old friends do, but I’m sure the same thoughts were going through our minds. Before we left for Christmas break, I had been over to Lauren’s apartment studying. We had a beer, and Lauren decided she should give me a back-rub. It got pretty hot and I thought we might “do it” that night, but I left with a huge boner and a wink from my pretty brunette pal. Feeling her hug, smelling her hair as we embraced in her doorway reminded me of that unfinished business.

“My roommates are going to be loud,” she said. “Let’s get a bottle of wine and some cheese and go over to your place.”

How could I not agree? Even if we didn’t end up fucking, I still loved spending time with a young woman who had become almost like a sister to me. How could I not want to hear her tell her silly college girl stories and gaze at that smile and hear her laugh at my jokes?

We walked to a liquor store, then over to my place. The snow had started coming down harder, and it was good to get into someplace warm. We tossed our coats on my bed and sat in the front room and cracked open the wine and the cheese, talking and laughing nonstop for more than an hour. We were getting a bit of a buzz on.

Outside, the snow was piling up against the basement window. Lauren laughed. “Looks like I might get snowed-in here!”

We laughed uncontrollably!

I wasn’t in love with her romantically, but like you love your best friend. However, that night I felt that sexual urge; that longing for her that I had contained for more than two years.

I don’t remember what it was, but for some reason at that point Lauren bent down from her chair to pick something up or do something with her shoe. When she did, her hand hit something under chair. That “something” was a stack of girlie magazines I had stashed there.

Let me add that even back then I was a huge masturbation freak. I had been having sex with a couple of girlfriends by that point in my life but I still loved the feel and thrill of my auto-erotic experiences. Nothing has really changed from then to now, but back then I never shared it with anyone. Today, I love being open about my sexuality and my masturbation. I love sharing it with my wife and with other close friends and people I meet online, and it doesn’t embarrass me a bit. However, at age 21 I was too timid about my sexuality and feared anyone finding out how much I pleasured myself and how much I enjoyed it. I feared I was the only one in the world doing it and would be a pariah if discovered.

“What’s this?” Lauren exclaimed as she pulled the stack of mags from under the chair.

“Uh….Uh….” I stammered. “Just some magazines I was reading.”

Lauren pulled out several issues of Playboy, a Penthouse and a few other lesser-known titles.

“Reading, huh?” she said as she gazed at me with this surprised but wickedly beautiful smile. “Mmmm. Let me see what you are reading.”

I felt my face redden and I wanted to run from the room. At the same time, I felt a hardening in my crotch and an excitement through my whole body now that my best female pal was discovering my intimate secret. She seemed amused and intrigued, not shocked and disgusted I might have feared.

We started going through one of the Playboys. I must stay, all jokes aside, that I DID and still do read Playboys for the articles; some of the best writing in the English language. Lauren studied the articles and said: “They write some really interesting stuff. A girl can like this.”

We got to the centerfold. “Wow, she’s pretty but she’s HUGE,” Lauren exclaimed as she looked at Miss January, 1981 Karen Price’s foldout. “All these girls have huge boobs.”

Lauren had put me at ease but there was still excitement in the air. Then, it got more interesting. She went to turn the next page but it was stuck to another. She ripped them apart, making a rather loud and noticeable noise. One of my masturbation sessions had resulted in the “sticky page” situation that guys joke about. As the sound of the paper separating echoed around my living room, Lauren looked at me with a faux-cross expression.

“Mm Hmm. I see.” A sly smile barely creased the corners of her mouth as our eyes locked.

I felt myself turning even redder. She went back to perusing the magazine then picked up another. When she got to a pictorial, she again had to rip the cum-stuck pages apart.

“Mmmm Hmmm.” She looked at me once again with her fake look of dismay, her pretty smile a little bigger. Lauren wasn’t fazed by discovering my spattered masturbatory cum, and it was exciting to realize this. We went through several more magazines together, finding several more stuck pages. Her giggles at discovering my masturbation habit weren’t mean; they sounded joyful. Here, through girly magazines on a snowy night, we were really getting to know one another even better by sharing this intimate secret.

We talked about the articles in the magazines for a while until that became boring. Finishing our wine, we were both very tipsy. Conversation stalled for a few seconds. Lauren looked to the window, now almost covered by snow.

“I don’t think I should go anywhere in this.”

“I don’t think you should either.”

Our eyes locked. Lauren grabbed my hand and we both stood. Quickly, she led me into to my bedroom. We stood a couple of feet apart looking into each other’s eyes. She started stripping first and I quickly followed. In a moment, we were both naked. I took a step toward her and we embraced and kissed, my erect penis pressing into her warm, taught abdomen.

I led her to my bed, pushed away our coats, and we lay on top of the sheets. I had fantasized about this moment for a couple of years. Lauren, now one of my best friends, was finally in my bed. I was about to fuck her. How could this go wrong?

Well, as most of us guys find out sometime, too much anticipation, nervousness, and eagerness to please can ruin such a moment. My erection slowly faded. Efforts to get him back were futile.

“That’s OK,” said Lauren, a clearly discernible measure of resignation in her voice. “Nothing would have happened anyway.”

I wanted to cry. How frustrating. Lauren pulled me close to her naked body and pulled the covers over us. She embraced me and kissed my cheek. The feel of her hands, her lips, her legs intertwined with mine brought me comfort. The sound of her breathing took me to another place. It was only a minute or two, but this moment of comfort had relieved my anxiety. I felt my penis hardening, filling with pleasure.

“Lauren,” I whispered, placing her hand on my member.

By the dim light shining through the window, I could see her smile widen. Her lovely fingers gripped my penis as if to offer her reassurance that it was stiff and ready to penetrate her moist folds. We kissed and began to again fondle one another. There was no turning back. Our tongues investigated each other’s mouth. My fingers rubbed her mound then discovered her moist slot. I used her moisture to prepare her clitoris then rubbed the region around her pulsing love button. Her fingers caressed my testicles as my penis throbbed and quivered above it.

“Let me grab a condom,” I said as I reached over toward the nightstand.

Lauren grabbed my arm. “Timmy,” she said firmly. “I’m on the pill.”

I let that hang there for a second. What a beautiful thing to hear! I smile at her and our lips met. We continued our prelude of foreplay. I positioned myself between her legs. On my knees, I aimed my hard penis toward her wet and waiting vagina. Lauren’s slender fingers ran up and down my member, then squeezed and helped me aim. I felt the head rub her outer lips. I pressed and gently slid into her. I lay on my friend and our tongues again became entwined. We moved in rhythm as the pleasure and passion swept us. I’m not sure how long we went, but it was a while. Lauren on top then me on top; on our sides.

Finally I felt Lauren reaching an orgasm. She shuddered and her vagina became incredibly wet, gripping my penis and squeezing it as if to ask for all of its semen. I soon gave it to her, bucking and shuddering as my seed was spurted deep into her wet womb. My ex-girlfriend, my dear pal and study partner was taking my cum inside her and appeared to be loving it. I loved giving it to her. We curled up together and soon fell asleep in each other’s arms as the snow swirled outside. Overnight, we awoke and aroused each other and fucked a couple more times, each one as good as before.

When morning came, we awoke and looked at each other. The wine had worn off but not our affection for each other. We smiled and then both laughed. We kissed each other on the cheek, then on the mouth and embraced! It was joyful.

Walking back to campus that morning, we got word that classes had been canceled because of the snow and ice. I got Lauren back to her apartment and we embraced long and hard at the door.

“That was wonderful. I’m so glad I stayed with you last night,” she whispered in my ear.

“I am, too."

Although I kind of hoped we might do it again, it was the last time we had sex. Lauren remained my good friend through college. A few years after I graduated, she came to visit me when she was in my area. We went to dinner, went dancing and then went to my home. Lauren slept on the couch.

When she left the next day, we embraced in my driveway. Giving me a long goodbye gaze, she said: “I always miss you so much. I’m so glad I came to see you.”

“I’m glad, too.”

I wanted to add “I love you”, because I did and I do. I didn’t say it, though. It might have been over the top. Our eyes and smiles and the touch of our hands said it.

In letters to each other, we usually closed with “Love, Tim,” and “Love, Lauren”. She wrote me after she got back home: “I keep thinking of you in that red sweater,” the sweater I had worn the previous weekend. That said “I love you.”

I love you, my friend, my lover, my sister.

Time went by, and we fell out of touch. Scant news would reach me from mutual friends. When the Facebook era arrived, we found one another. No big reunion. Married with two children and another life, she is occupied and so am I. I seldom go to New England, she almost never comes south. An infrequent poke on Facebook was our only contact for a few years. She hasn’t posted there in years. Her children are well into their teens. Busy with life, I suppose. Aren’t we all?

Writing this has reminded me of our warm friendship and our sexual discovery. I learned to not be so afraid of my sexuality and learned that sharing is exciting and beautiful. It’s especially beautiful with a dear friend. I’m going to masturbate thinking of Lauren tonight. I am going to think of that 20-year old I held and laughed with. I’m going to think of her discovering my masturbation secret, of her sharing her warm, moist and sexy body. I will think of her friendship so long ago.

I don’t know if Lauren masturbates and sometimes thinks of me but if she does, I think she will be wearing the same wonderful smile as I.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Caught masturbating by Denise at Seven Springs

I only consider myself an exhibitionist as far as I like to be seen by people who might be into exhibitionism and voyeurism. I try and respect the comfort zones of those who might not want to unexpectedly see a naked person engaged in solo-lovemaking.

Still, I masturbate often enough and in enough places that sometimes I get caught. And I’ve found that most of the time, the reaction of those doing the catching has not been negative. This story takes place at Seven Springs, PA about 17 years ago in a ski condo. I was there with my wife, her friend Denise (not her real name) and about six other people. We were spending a long weekend skiing and hanging out together.

Of my wife’s friends, Denise is a favorite in that she is a very good masturbation fantasy for me. Currently age 51, Denise has long dark-auburn hair, a slender but shapely figure, a very cute ass that fits nicely into ski pants, long legs she often shows off, and sexy, slender feet that are equally as beautiful in summer sandals or sliding bare across the condo floor, and a pretty slender face with a seductive smile. She and I get along really well, very much like brother and sister; it sometimes makes my wife jealous.

One night at the condo, everyone had gone to bed but I was a little restless so I went downstairs while the others were asleep. There was a Harper’s Bazaar magazine on the island counter in the kitchen, and it had a photo spread on the girls in “Sex and the City.”

The girls from “Sex” have long been masturbation favorites of mine. Sexy program with sexy babes! I especially like Sarah Jessica Parker but all of the women on that show have provided me with masturbatory relief at some time. As snow swirled outside near midnight, I found myself alone downstairs in the ski condo with pictures of this lovely foursome spread out before me. I gazed at the pictures of their seductive smiles, their sexy legs, and their pretty feet peeking out from strappy shoes, and began to feel that lovely urged to pleasure myself to their beauty.

All I had on was a t-shirt and underwear. I reached into my underwear and began caressing my penis. Soon, my erection was springing to life. Pleasure was coursing through my penis as I gazed at photo after photo. I was thinking that these photos were shot for a female audience for Harper’s. I wondered if any women were pleasuring themselves to the “Sex” girls. I smiled thinking that surely there were many other men doing the same at that very moment. My penis was now erect, and I started pumping my cock in a slow and steady rhythm. My underwear had dropped down around my ankles and I slipped out of them, entirely. Everyone else was in bed, so I thought.

I heard a noise and looked up. Denise was coming down the stairs which overlooked the entire ground floor of the condo! I froze as she turned and walked into the kitchen! I was behind the island, so I was blocked from her view from the waist down. However, when she was on the stairs she could have looked to her left and down into the kitchen and quite plainly seen what I was doing. At this point, I didn’t think she had.

I quickly pulled my hand away from my throbbing, pleasure-filled cock. Denise walked in, smiled “hi” and asked me what I was doing up. “Came down to get a drink,” I said nervously as I stood there, naked from waist down but pressing myself behind the counter to try and block her view. My cock was throbbing and erect, and pictures of Sarah Jessica, Cynthia, Kristin and Kim were open before me. As she walked to the fridge to get a drink, she could have turned around and seen me there naked with my hard cock but she didn’t. She got a drink and came over to the side of the island and we made small talk across the counter. She looked down at the magazine open before me and smiled.

“Watcha readin’?” Denise asked cheerfully.

“Ah, just something that was laying here.” I gulped as I said it. Had I been nabbed? Did she see me pumping my cock? Did she realize I was naked from the waste down behind the kitchen Island, a mere two feet from where she was standing? Would she tell the rest of the condo that she had caught me masturbating in the kitchen to pictures out of Harper’s Bazaar?

We made small talk for a few minutes. I had casually turned the pages of the magazine, noticing that Denise had noticed what I was looking at. I looked at her pretty face and noticed the slight wrinkles of her cute smile as she saw me turning the pages past pictures of pretty women.

“I’ve got to go back to bed.” She turned and put her glass in the sink. “Good night! See you tomorrow.”

Denise turned and walked toward the stairs. She had on a long nightie, one that a teen girl might wear to a slumber party. It showed off her slender, coltish legs. Her pretty bare feet padded along the floor, her red-painted toenails peeking out to me as her feet arched as she walked. My cock, which had never fully gone flaccid – I was nervous but still fairly aroused by all of this – was hardening back to full erection.

As Denise got to the bottom of the steps, she turned and said, with this WEG, “You can go back to doing what you were doing,” and giving a slight giggle, scampered up the steps.

She HAD seen me!!! I was at the same time horrified and thrilled. I love to masturbate and love knowing others know I do it! I love for them to see me. But as I said in the opening, I’m not out to offend unsuspecting people. I wasn’t trying to expose myself and my masturbation to my pretty friend Denise. I wasn’t sure how this would play out. Would she tell my wife I was downstairs beating my meat, instead of being upstairs fucking her? Would she announce it to the rest of the condo at breakfast in the morning?

As the next day dawned, nothing was out of the ordinary. Breakfast came and went. Denise was cheerful, conversation was normal and everyone in the condo went about the business of enjoying a wonderful ski weekend with friends. Cheryl, my wife, is a couple of notches below Denise and I in skiing ability, so Denise and I skied together most of the day while Cheryl went off with other friends.

It was a normal day skiing with my pal Denise. We followed each other through the trails at Seven Springs. I watched her pretty rear as she slalomed in front of me. Her sexy laugh and smile entertained me at lunch. The whole time, I wondered if she was thinking what I was thinking. Whenever she looked at me, was her mind filled with the image of near-naked me in the kitchen with my cock in my hand?

She’s never said anything more about catching me that night. She’s kind of like a sister figure but I always think of that time and masturbate to her. I masturbate to her anyway because she’s so darned cute and sex, but that episode in the ski condo always gets me even harder, always moaning Denise’s name when I masturbate to her.

I wonder what Denise does when she thinks about that ski weekend?:)~