It was in late March, 2016. I came out of a restaurant in my
resort town and decided to walk on the boardwalk. It was dusk and it was
abnormally warm for this time of year. The temperature was still around
70-degrees after being in the upper-70’s for the afternoon. For a masturbator
like me, it meant there were plenty of females out in shorts and short skirts
flaunting their legs. They were showing off sexy feet with fresh pedicures in
strappy sandals and flip-flops. I had been taking in the views, waiting for the
chance to go home and masturbate while visions of their loveliness danced in my
head.
It was then I saw her coming across the parking lot and
jumping up on the boardwalk about 40 feet in front of me. I’m not sure she saw
me, but I think she did. It was Cammie. She had on capri-style pants and
strappy flip-flops. She bounded over to the railing on the boardwalk to look
out at the water without giving me a direct look. Even though the evening’s
darkness was beginning to envelope the Island, the soft glow of the
streetlights made us both recognizable. She pretended not to see me and I
pretended I didn’t see her.
I felt my penis stir at the site of this 60-year-old, sexy,
blonde woman. But I also felt a dread that appears whenever we cross paths. You
see, I have a complicated personal relationship with this woman who I’ve been
acquainted with now for nearly 26 years. At times she’s been a friend, an
acquaintance, an employee, a co-worker, a buddy, an adversary in a lawsuit, a
stalker, and someone I avoid. Over most of the year’s I’ve known her, Cammie
has also been one of my foremost masturbation muses. I would think about her
cute smile, pretty blue eyes, sexy legs, nice ass, sexy feet, her breasts, her
back, her voice. I have often moaned her name as I reach masturbatory orgasm.
I first met Cammie on a road trip with some friends back in
1993. She was newly divorced, in her late 30’s with two young daughters. I
instantly fell in love with her cute smile and sexy body. She had this blonde
bob-like hairstyle that she still maintains today (although it is frosted with
more gray these days). About 5’3" or 5'3-1/2", Cammie seemed even shorter compared to her
cute blonde friend Kelley, with whom she roomed on this trip.
I instantly developed a masturbation rush on Cammie that
first weekend. The day I met her, I fantasized about her during sex with my
girlfriend. It was like I was using Judy’s body to masturbate over Cammie. It
was good, too!
There was something strange about Cammie. Even Judy noticed
there was something a little weird.
The group of us was in a hotel room talking about what we
wanted to do that evening. They had adult movies on cable at the hotel,
something the hotel advertised. “We could watch a porn movie!!” Cammie blurted
out.
We all laughed hysterically. Most of us in this group didn’t
know the others very well, so the suggestion seemed like a funny and silly
joke. After she mentioned it twice more, we still giggled but it was an
uncomfortable giggle; a “this is getting a little weird” giggle.
“Kelley’s friend really wants to watch porn movies,” Judy
said to me after we went back to our room to change.
After that weekend, I kept in touch with Cammie. I
definitely had a crush on her and was masturbating to her several times per week.
I would get out pictures I had of her from that weekend and pump my cock to
gushing and pleasurable climaxes. I thought I might even ask her out, and after
Judy and I broke up I guess I had the chance. I didn’t, though; just continued
to use her as a main masturbation muse.
She still seemed to be a bit of a strange person. Attractive
and seemingly intelligent, she also came across as a loner who had a difficult
time genuinely becoming involved in friendships. She could be very outgoing and
friendly one day, then standoffish and downright snooty the next. Kelley, who
is a real sweetheart, seemed to be her only real friend. Except for one
boyfriend in the late 90’s, I wasn’t aware of any romantic relationship she
carried past a couple of dates.
Still, I liked Cammie enough to maintain contact with her
and to be friendly toward her. Besides, I loved that smile that I masturbated
to so often!
One day in late-summer, 2001, Cammie bounded into my office
at work. She plopped down in a chair near my desk, crossed her legs that were
barely concealed by her short skirt, and began to talk. My eyes drifted down
those sexy, tanned legs to her pretty, pedicured toes, shown off by her
barely-there flip-flops.
Cammie had an idea for a project that she wanted to work on
part-time. She was well qualified to do it. We discussed the possibilities for
a while. We hugged goodbye and then she left. Right away I masturbated over
her. I cleaned up and started thinking how to make the project work.
A few months later we started our project together. It
involved Cammie being a public figure and a kind of spokesperson, and she seemed
eager to do it. She was 46 years-old at the time. Fit and sexy, blonde and
perky. She was my buddy and my masturbation muse. She wasn’t really making any
money doing this. It was pocket-change but it would be fun. And it was fun.
Cammie and I worked together on the project for almost eight years. I was her
boss for the project but it never seemed like I was the boss, just a friend
helping her put things together.
Cammie continued to be a major masturbation muse for me, and
my masturbation infatuation with her only grew. I would masturbate thinking
about her, masturbate over her pictures, masturbate thinking what it would be like
to have her as a wife or girlfriend, fucking her or masturbating with her every
night.
As time went by, her impression on me as a strange person
grew. As hard as I tried or offered, she still held our friendship at
arms-length. I could perceive that she hadn’t had a significant-other since her
short-lived romance of the late-90’s. She seemed to be alone much more often
than a person of her wit, intelligence and looks would expect to be.
Cammie also lived in a succession of rooms and rental
houses, never for very long. Her daughters apparently spent most of their time
with their dad, although she did seem to have a good relationship with them and
still does.
In addition, I couldn’t really figure out what Cammie really
did for a living. She was some type of psychiatric counselor and she appeared
to work on contract for local agencies. The contracts seemed short and there
seemed to be long gaps in-between. For a long time, she appeared to do nothing.
Cammie would work some part-time gigs, that’s it.
None of these things alone would seem that strange, but
together they painted an odd picture. My co-workers noticed her oddball nature,
too, since they had to interact with her because of our project.
Reminiscent of the weekend we met, Cammie one day out of the
blue asked if I would ever produce porn movies.
“Um,” I stumbled, caught by surprise. “I don’t have a
problem with commercial porn, but I have no desire to produce it.” I went on to
tell her about why and why not, and the pitfalls of that industry.
I do have friends in the porn industry but she wouldn’t have
known that. It was just a weird thing to ask at the time and it added to my
perception of her as a one-off goof.
However, our project rolled along as did our
pseudo-friendship. I continued to masturbate to her a lot and was always glad
to spend time with her as it fed my masturbatory habit.
Then one day about nine years ago, the bottom fell out of our
relationship. She threatened to file a lawsuit against my employer and myself.
I have to be vague because one of the results of the settlement was a
non-disclosure agreement. (The names here are all fake, BTW)
Basically, Cammie seemed to have some sort of case because I
had neglected to get her signature on an important piece of paperwork that is
often considered vital for my industry. I must say that we often worked without
that signature. I had asked our legal department (some woman who I realized
later wasn’t that good of a lawyer) for
some wording or a correctly drafted document to cover our asses, and she kind
of shrugged and ignored me.
It appeared Cammie was trying to exploit her situation. She
found another woman to go along with her in this legal blackmail, another
friend of mine named Jessa-Louise who worked with me part-time on another project.
My personal relationship with Jessa-Louise was a little different than with
Cammie, as Jessa-Louise and I had really developed a strong friendship over the
years. I was crushed that she was going along with Cammie on this crap, but
Jessa-Louise always seemed gullible and subject to exploitation.
Yes, Jessa-Louise was a huge masturbation muse for me, too,
but she will be a story for another time.
At first, it was a threat of a lawsuit. Nearly a year later,
Cammie actually had it filed. The solution the dumb-ass counsel at my employer
came up with was to fire me and pretend like it was my problem, which made the
problem worse. Even though everyone who looked at this case thought it was
ridiculous and that Cammie had no legal standing whatsoever, we failed to get
it dismissed. Her lawyer, a young woman new to her law firm who was trying to
prove her worth by squeezing water out of a rock, managed to get a civil jury
trial for the case.
I discovered that regardless of the actual legal merits of a
lawsuit, civil juries are incredibly unpredictable. They often award large sums
in cases that have little or no legal merit. The solution is to go to an
appeals court and have the verdict reversed but that costs time and money.
“In just about any civil jury trial of this nature, there is
about a 50% chance the jury will rule for the plaintiff regardless of the legal
validity of that ruling,” my lawyer told me. “They could also rule against us
and award Cammie $1 in damages, or award her two-and-a-half million”
My lawyer went on to say that he was 99-percent sure an
appeals court would take about 10 minutes to throw the case out and void the
first ruling. However, that process could take up to two years and would cost
tens-of-thousands more than already being spent on the case. This is why, he
said, insurance companies like to settle and be done with it. Such a case is
also a distraction for a company trying to do business.
Of course, this is what Cammie’s attorney knew from the
beginning.
In addition, my lawyer told me, Cammie and her camp was
mounting some type of character assassination against me. He said this is
common in a jury case, as the jury would be swayed by such an attack. More
reason for a settlement to be reached.
This is where this story gets really bizarre. I discovered
during the deposition phase that Cammie and/or her lawyers had been stalking me
for quite some time, copying things from my social media accounts and such. It
wasn’t until this episode was over that I realized that Cammie was doing this
stalking for even longer than I had realized. Major parts of her story never
added up from the beginning. Now it was creepy. Cammie, it seems had been
smiling at me for months, maybe a year or more, pretending everything was fine
between us while mining things in my Facebook, etc. to concoct a “plan” to get
a settlement.
Not only that, but Cammie had apparently found several
Flickr accounts I used to store photos and copied much of what was there. At
the time, I had several such accounts I used to store and transfer both
personal and professional pictures. There were about 13K photos in total. Most
of them were of family vacations, boats, cars, young people, old people,
friends, relatives, people at events, food at events, etc. Cammie apparently
went through my accounts and copied all pictures that contained women and only
women, ignoring the other 95% of the photos. As part of their character
assassination, Cammie and her lawyers were trying to prove…. Well, I’m not sure
what they wanted to prove except they felt displaying pictures of women on my
account would put me in a bad light and force a settlement to her ridiculous
claim.
What is really weird about this is someone would have to
really search for my photo accounts. I didn’t have my name on them; I would
have to tell you the URL’s so you could see the pictures. I did that with some
close friends and professional contacts to transfer photos, but Cammie wasn’t
one of them. There were a few clues on the pictures that made them searchable, but
you would have to spend a long time searching and perusing Flickr to find them.
There were some other clues that Cammie had been stalking me
that I won’t go into for time’s sake. Let’s just say creepy got even creepier.
During the course of this stalking, Cammie apparently found
my masturbation photos on Flickr. They were marked “private” and only people
with similar content were granted access. For a while, my wife Cheryl and I
were really into this form of exhibitionism, putting pictures of ourselves
masturbating and having sex online. As far as I know, Cammie was never one of
our “Friends and Family” contacts. Other people could see pictures we put into
groups on Flickr but you kind to have to have a special interest in
masturbation or amateur porn to bother searching these groups. It is also time
consuming.
It really made me wonder if Cammie was a member or was
perusing masturbation groups on Flickr. Did she find my photos then start
concocting her plan?
Apparently, part of her character assassination plan was to
display nude photos of me with my cock in hand and to display photos of other
people as part of the same account or stream. Of course, they were part of the
same stream, but so what? It would make me look bad to a jury, that’s what, and
would hasten a settlement regardless of the validity of her arguments.
Cammie contacted some women whom I had pictures of on my
account and told them about – sometimes showed them – pictures of me with my
cock in my hand and then said they were next to pictures of them. That really
was the case quite often and yes, I masturbated to many of those pictures, but
you can look at anyone’s photo stream and develop that conclusion, if you want.
Some of the women told her to fuck off. Many realized she
was a kook and ignored her. Others didn’t know what to think but they changed
the way they treated me. Jessa-Louise, the gullible girl who was part of the
other project, was talked into joining her in the lawsuit, although she didn’t really
appear to be wild about being part of it. Three women, Liz, Kathleen, and Joy,
(who are or will be mentioned in other of my stories) did mention the pictures to me
directly or indirectly, and either seemed turned-on that they were my
masturbation muses, or only slightly annoyed that they were being dragged into
my mess with Cammie.
Quite a few of my female friends and acquaintances wore big
smiles when I was around. I think Cammie might have been contacting them
anonymously to begin with, because none of it ever came back to her, and she
wasn’t mentioned, but all of the girls seemed to know about the pictures. None
of them said so, but I could tell something was up. When all of this started
going down, many of them would come up and give me big hugs with giggles. I
knew what this was about and it was so arousing to realize they had gazed on
pictures of me totally naked, enjoying masturbation unembarrassed and
unashamed. It was just a little too personal and embarrassing for most of them
to talk about out-loud.
The masturbation photos were never actually brought to the
table during the legal “discovery” phase. I think that’s because it would have
been a little over the top and Cammie would have had to admit she was a
stalker, something that would have undermined her intent. Their “evidence” was
BS, they could show no damages and they had no legal basis for their claim.
Still, an out-of-court settlement was reached to get rid of
Cammie and Jessa-Louise. They received a small fraction of what was demanded in
the suit. After the lawyer got her chunk, Cammie and Jenna-Louise took home
what amounted to be a good down-payment on a nice car. It turned out that
Cammie herself was being sued by a creditor for an amount slightly less her
part of the reward, so I have to assume she used her settlement to pay that
off.
The episode ruined my friendship with Jessa-Louise and
whatever “friendship” I had with Cammie. I had to threaten to sue my douchebag
former employers, who threw me under the bus, just to get a small severance. It
also cost me a job I really liked.
Was I totally blameless? No. As the insurance lady put it at
the settlement mediation, Cammie had a reason to be annoyed with me and nothing
more. I used some poor judgement but what should have been settled by a phone
call or short conversation, became this drawn-out 22-month drama that caused me
a lot of grief and ended up threatening the well-being of me and my family.
This is the part that really upsets me.
In the meantime, I couldn’t masturbate any more to Cammie or
Jessa-Louise. I only like to masturbate to people I like, and they no longer
fit that description. Sometimes I would longingly look at pictures of Cammie,
thinking how pretty I used to think she was and how I enjoyed her beauty so.
Then I would start thinking about her lawsuit and just didn’t want to
masturbate to her at all.
Occasionally, I run into Cammie somewhere. We don’t speak to
each other or acknowledge each other. To tell the truth, I’m a little scared of
her. I don’t know what this kooky woman would do next and I want to stay away
from her. She even moved across the bridge to my town, and that freaks me out a
little bit.
At the same time, I’ve become infatuated with her. I look at
her pictures and check her Facebook and Instagram and blog every once in a
while, and people tell me about her. She still lives alone in a rental
apartment but seems to have found a decent permanent job. She has a couple of
side jobs that she seems to do well in. As far as I can tell, she is still a
loner; outgoing and personable on the surface but untouchable underneath. I
keep looking at her pictures and thinking about her, wondering what is going on
in her mind.
Cammie is also still very sexy. Now age 63, she
still has a nice female figure and a cute smile. Seeing her in flip-flops that night on the boardwalk gave me an instant erection and made me want to go
masturbate right away.
So, over the past three years I have gradually started masturbating
to Cammie again. At first, it was kind of a perverse masturbation, as I ended up moaning
“you bitch,” instead of her name, or thinking about another person as I reach
orgasm. But masturbating to Cammie has become pleasurable again. I once more moan her name, and think of her beauty throughout my solo orgasms.
I kind of feel sorry for her. I used to feel sorry for her
back when we still had a good relationship. She was such an odd bird. I think
she still is.
I dream about her sometimes. In the dreams we have forgiven
each other and are friends again. It’s disappointing to wake up and realize it
was a dream and that I am still a little fearful of her and that we have this
negativity. I want her to be the person I thought she once might be, to have a
friendship with her I thought we once might have. That’s not likely to happen
but I still think about it.
Since I am a masturbator, I make the best of it. I am
thinking about Cammie again when I masturbate. I am gazing at her photos while
pumping my cock, enjoying the beauty of her smile and sexy body. I try to put
out of my mind the rest of my experience with her for a little while.
I've crossed paths with her numerous times since that March evening on the Boardwalk. We still haven't spoken, and I do try to avoid her. But my cock begins to stir every time I see her.
Her smile, blue eyes, legs, pretty feet, cleavage. Mmmmmm…Cammie,
this feels soooooo good!
