My nudist masturbation excursion on Sanibel Island

 

In the middle of November a number of years back, Cheryl and I were on Sanibel Island in Florida.  It was known then – and to a much smaller degree today – as a place that hosted a “free” or nude beach.  That beach area also had a reputation as a place where masturbators gathered.  I could not wait to slip away from my wife and head to the nude area and see who was there masturbating!

The first day there, I walked west on the beach to an area where trees lined the waterfront.  The beach seemed deserted and the only other people I saw laying on towels appeared to be naked.  I slipped off my trunks and continued walking.  I started playing with my cock and soon was pumping a nice, full erection. No one else was in sight, and it felt good to be nude, in the sunshine, making love to my own penis.

All of a sudden, about 75 feet in front of me, up on a ledge along the beach, this 30-something lady sits up from her beach towel.  She had on a bikini, but she got an eyeful of naked me and my masturbation!

I don’t believe in exposing myself to people who don’t want to watch.  I also did not want to get arrested.  I ducked behind a nearby bush and slipped my shorts back on.  My cock was still bulging, but oh well.  I walked past her and said hello, feeling a little sheepish.  She smiled back and said, “Hi!”  She had on a pink bikini and was really a cute brunette. 

I walked about 150 feet farther down the beach to where the tree line started.  Erosion was causing the trees to fall into the Gulf and there were spaces on the beach between them to place a towel and have a relatively protected area to nude sunbathe.  I turned around and saw that the woman had taken off her top.  I figured she was there for the same reason I was so I tossed down my towel, stripped-off my shorts and sat on the hard-packed sand.

I stretched my legs out in front of me.  My penis, which was still half-erect, began to fully stiffen in the warmth of the Florida sun.  I turned and looked up toward the woman.  Sitting up, she was looking at me with a slight smile on her face.  Did she know what many men do in this area?  Did she want to watch?  I casually reached down and touched my cock, my fingers tracing the underside and the head.  It felt so good!

I glanced her way again after a minute or so.  She was watching and seemed intrigued.  I got bold and put my full fist around my penis and started pumping. I wanted to shout out “I LOVE TO MASTURBATE!”  I didn’t, but I thought how much I enjoyed being watched.  I looked back her way and she was tilting her head, still smiling at me.  I looked at her bare breasts soaking up the warmth of the sun.  Her nipples, even from a distance, seemed nice and pert.  I wondered if she was getting wet.

Soon I exploded in a solo-love orgasm, the sperm shooting up and landing all over my hand, my arm, all over my crotch and my legs.  It felt so good!  I wiped my hand off on my towel and collapsed onto my back, catching my breath.  After a moment, I raised myself on my hands and looked over at my friend in the pink bikini bottom.  Her smile had grown larger.  She gave me a little wave.  I smiled and waved back!  She apparently had enjoyed my show!

I was hoping she might reciprocate but she quickly put her top on, gathered her towel and disappeared.  I sat there for a minute wondering why she hurried off so fast.  Did she get spooked?  Did she realize the Sheriff was nearby and that we were about to be arrested?  Nudity was and is prohibited on the beach, although that doesn’t stop a lot of people.  The Sheriff and police have been known to patrol this area and ticket or arrest people who are nude or engaging in sex acts.

I could hear other people on the beach on the other side of some downed trees to my right.  They were probably nude, and sounded quite rowdy.  It was all male voices, so I surmised it as a gay group.  As I am an equal opportunity masturbator, I considered wandering over there to introduce myself and find a ‘bate buddy or two. 

However, since I had just had an orgasm and was spent for a while, and since my lady friend bolted so suddenly, I decided that maybe I should not push it.  I quickly dressed and left that area.

That was in November of 1999.  A few years later, Hurricane Charley came ashore near there and devastated the beaches.  When we returned to Sanibel a year after the hurricane, the area with the trees had been altered.  The trees were gone and the protection they afforded nude sunbathers went with them. While there were people going nude in that area, there seemed to be a bit of paranoia.  The nudists, now out in the open on the beach, dressed quickly whenever anyone came within a couple hundred yards of them.  The easy-going vibe I encountered a few years before was gone.  Also gone was the chance to masturbate on the beach and meet other masturbators.

We visited again in 2015.  Nothing had changed from the previous trip.  That portion of beach still had no trees like before.  A couple of nude people were up by the dune and grass line, under small scrub trees that had sprung.  That was it.  Newspapers there had stories of people getting arrested for nudity and masturbation; I didn’t want to be one of them, so I kept my shorts on and my masturbatory thoughts in check. 

I still think back to that day twenty-one-years-ago and to that lady who watched me masturbate.  I have thought of that experience numerous times when I masturbate.  I wonder if that topless cutie has done the same!

I masturbate over Donna and a MMF fantasy

This masturbation fantasy is based on people I know.  I’ve changed names.

Donna is one of my best friends. Late 50’s, about 5’3″, Graying hair to her shoulders and brown eyes (she was a brunette until a couple years ago). I love to masturbate to her and have done so for more than 27 years, ever since I’ve known her.

I’ve always had MFM fantasies. About 20 years ago she had this boyfriend, Thompson, early 30’s, about 5’9″, good looking guy. She would always tell me and my wife Cheryl what a big cock he had. They made such a beautiful couple.  Donna had nice, firm breasts, a very sexy ass, cute smile and sexy hips, and I would fantasize about watching them make love.

I was always hoping to do a threesome with them. My fantasy always involved us starting in hetero fashion, me fucking her from behind while she sucks Thompson’s cock, then reverse. Then she sits on his cock reverse cowgirl and begin to fuck. 

At that point, I crawl on my belly up to them and begin licking Donna’s clit as she slides up and down on his cock. She moans as she feels my wet tongue. With all the bouncing going on, my tongue can’t help but touch Thompson’s cock. I taste Donna’s juices as my tongue slides up and down his hard dick. I hear him moan, and realize I’m paying more attention to his big, beautiful, engorged manhood than I am to Donna’s clit. I use a wet finger to massage her clit while my tongue runs up and down Thompson’s shaft. I hear her moan more as he thrusts harder and deeper into her. I love licking the hard cock that my dear friend loves to fuck so much, that gives her so much pleasure.

I take his balls into my mouth and gently suck. I hear him moan more as he thrusts deeper into Donna’s vagina. I continue to finger her clit, and sense they are both about to cum. I have my left arm around Donna’s waist, and my right hand now cups Thompson’s balls. My tongue slides across both her clit and his shaft. She begins to moan, then screams, “I’m cumming!”

I center my tongue as best I can as they fuck. She shudders, gasping in orgasm. She drops back on Thompson’s chest as I tongue her more and he thrusts. “Oh, oh, oh!” She shudders again, then giggles and pushes a hand against my head. “Oh, Tim, no more, oh…” and giggles again.

Thompson is still gently thrusting her, and I realize he hasn’t cum. I gently tighten my grip on his balls with my right hand, and begin working more with my mouth on his shaft and balls. He moans and thrusts up and down, and I can tell that Donna is enjoying the extra thrusting. Her sweet juices are running down Harrison’s cock, and I am greedily licking them up. He thrusts harder and moans more.

Suddenly, Donna slides back a little too far and Thompson’s penis pops out of her vagina, basically slapping me in the forehead! I hear a moan and a squeal from Donna. I quickly run my tongue to the tip, and put the beautiful head of this gorgeous member in my mouth. I’m thinking, “This beautiful cock-head was just so deep inside my lovely best friend, and was bringing her so much pleasure. It’s so big, it was probably pushing against the very deepest insides of her love canal. And now, it’s in my mouth!”

The precum is sweet, especially when mixed with Donna’s love juices. I taste some of Thompson’s semen leaking out. I circle the tip of his penis with my tongue and he wiggles and moans.

When I look up at Donna, she is staring down and her mouth is wide open in amazement. But a smile is coming to her lips, and her hand creeps lower to her crotch. I lower my mouth over the cock, taking it in fully. My tongue is working and Thomspon begins to pump up and down, fucking my mouth. I realize I’m deep-throating him.

Suddenly he begins to buck and moan loudly. His cock begins to shudder, and I feel him begin to spurt. It nearly chokes me, but tastes sweet, especially when mixed with Donna’s juices. I swallow his sperm down as fast as I can. He shoots it so hard into the back of my throat. Thompson screams in pleasure. I savor the taste, and love knowing I have brought Donna’s lover to orgasm.

Soon, the motion of his hips slows. A satisfied moan comes from his lips. His cock is still hard, and my mouth still glides gently up and down it, ever so often sucking hard the remaining drops of his cum from the head. I look up at Donna. She still has a look of shock, but with a wry smile and I notice her fingers working around her clit area.

Another minute goes by, and I’m licking and cleaning Thompson’s genitals, still caressing his balls as I do. He begins to soften and I raise my head. Donna grabs me behind the neck and pulls me up to her. Still sitting on Thompson’s chest, she kisses me and licks the semen that is dripping down my chin. Kissing me hard she guides my body up to hers, leans back on Thompson and slides my very hard erection into her wet vagina. “I love you Tim, you’re my best friend,” she whispers in my ear.

“I love you, too,” I say, as Thompson reaches around with both hands, and helps guide my ass as I fuck his woman.

I think of this often when I masturbate. They both moved on and ended up married to other people.  Donna is still one of my best friends and I masturbate to her a lot.   I know she is a very sexual person, and I wonder if she would get naked with me; as naked as I am now as I masturbate and write this.  I want Donna to join me and masturbate with me while we both fantasize over each other and over Thompson’s cock!

Erotic Dream: Inside my masturbation muse!

I haven’t been in a face-to-face situation with her in nearly two years.  I see her rather often, from a distance. Recently, I passed her on the road. She drove past Cheryl and I a few weeks ago as we sat at a picnic table.  I spotted her on a park bench, with her back to me, as I walked the other side of the street. 

I still think about Cammie often and masturbate to her a lot.  Those few, recent,  in-person images are etched in my brain, as are images of Cammie I come across on social media; old pictures I have of her from when we still spoke; images of her smile, legs, feet cute ass, firm breasts in a tank top from those years that I cannot forget!  I am still infatuated by her MILF/GILF beauty.  I have been infatuated by her beauty since the moment we met nearly 27 years ago. Yes, there were those years after our blowup that I could not masturbate to her; could hardly think of her at all without becoming angry, bitter and full of animosity.  (If you haven’t already, read about Cammie here: https://masturbationisbeautifulblog.blogspot.com/2019/07/cammie-my-nemesis-my-masturbation-muse.html    ) But I have let some of that go.  I am too much of a masturbator to deny the strong pull her masturbatory allure has on me.

I had not had a dream about Cammie in quite a long time, perhaps more than a year.  In most of those dreams, we have somehow forgiven each other and are on friendly terms. Perhaps we are not the buddy-buddies we were, but are civil and end up smiling at each other. In one dream, we may have started to kiss but it was more of a platonic smootch. I wake up and am disappointed that crossing paths with her brings me dread, fear and disappointment on our lost friendship.

In my dream a few nights ago, I was visiting or staying in an apartment somewhere.  I’m not sure why, but it was some kind of vacation rental that belonged to someone I know.  Cammie was there.  I’m not sure if she was staying there the night or there for another reason, but she was there. I saw her collar-length bob, blonde, and tinged with silver, framing her smiling and pretty face.  Her big, round, blue eyes pierced me.  Her sexy 64-year-old body seemed a bit plumper than when I had seen her last, but for a woman her age - for any woman, really – she still looked amazingly sexy.

Cammie and I made small talk; I don’t remember what it was about.  We wound up being in close quarters, and it was unavoidable we touch.  Gently, she rubbed my arm with her hand then drew me closer.  Our bodies touched.  The twinge I was already feeling in my penis grew stronger. My heart pounded.  I was as close, physically, as I had ever been to Cammie in all the years I’ve known her.  My one-time favorite masturbation muse felt warm. I could smell her good feminine smell; perhaps I smelled her pheromones, if that is possible.  My penis stiffened for my beautiful masturbation muse.

Becoming more daring, I leaned over and started kissing Cammie’s neck. She stretched her head to one side to give me more room, and I felt her sigh. She held onto me more tightly then reciprocated her kisses to my arm, then to my neck.

She had been wearing a kind of robe-style dress.  I realized it had come open, and I had a lovely view of her cleavage and her GILF tummy.  I breathed harder as my penis began to yearn for freedom from my pants. Cammie wiggled her shoulders and the robe fell off, revealing her nakedness. I’m not sure how, but my clothes came off easily, and I was proudly naked in front of my erstwhile friend, my erect penis anticipating more pleasure.

Our hands began exploring each other. I felt Cammie’s shoulders, the area around her breasts, her neck, her outer thighs, her cute buttocks, her inner thighs.  She similarly used her fingers and palms to explore me.  Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the warmth of her thigh against my hard member.  My precum leaked and I felt its smoothness on her skin.  I leaned over again and began kissing her neck, then moved up to her ear.  I kissed and nibbled her right ear, running my tongue gently around the inside. Cammie moaned and moved my hand to her clitoris and vagina.

As my fingers gently swirled on the fleshy mound around Cammie’s clit, she began to moan.  My mouth moved toward hers.  Our lips met, then our tongues began exploring the loving moistness of each other’s mouth.  It was passionate and electrifying as the sexual rush coursed through our bodies.

Cammie moaned louder as I moved a finger to her now sopping vagina.  I moved around the outer lips and gathered her wetness. I gently pushed a finger in to gather more of her juices, then pulled out to pay more attention to her clitoris.  I had almost forgotten about my own pleasure, as I was totally involved in making love to my beautiful muse.

Just then, Cammie finally put her beautiful fingers on my quivering penis.  She gently ran them up and down the length, increasing her hold with every couple of passes.  Touching the wet tip, she gathered some of my precum and began spreading up and down my manhood.  Caressing my balls, she managed to make me harder than I had ever been. We kissed and I moaned:  “Oh Cammie!”

We were doing this on the edge of a large chair or sofa.  In one deft move, Cammie shifted her weight and position, moving me directly on top of her.  With her hand still wrapped around my penis, she guided me toward her love tunnel.  My cockhead rubbed up and down over her lips, and our respective moistures mingled. I looked down at my cock between her legs then back at her big, beautiful blue eyes. Our lips again met and I thrust toward her, just barely penetrating.  Gently I drew back then pushed forward again, repeating this maneuver several times as my penis became coated with more love juices.

Finally, my cock was well-enough lubed.  Cammie’s snatch was even more sopping, and so ready to take the whole of my manhood.  I pushed again and I was all the way in her.  She moaned loudly – more of a scream, really.  We humped each other and pleasure washed over our bodies in tandem. I felt more of my precum leaking into Cammie and could feel her wetness feeding our sexual passion.  I was inside my masturbation muse.  My penis finally was where it was meant to be: Inside Cammie McCullings, the blonde 64 year-old who I have pined for and masturbated over for most of the past 27 years.

Cammie and I fucked and kissed for a while longer as I reveled in the bliss.  Then, as dreams usually go, it got a little bit weird.  I felt like I had cum, but not really.  Our sweaty bodies separated, and Cammie leaned over and kissed me.  My semen oozed out of her vagina and was still dripping from my penis.  The smell was sweet and reminded me so of the many thousands of masturbatory orgasms I have enjoyed over this woman.

Our sexual rendezvous over, we made small talk for a few moments; I do not remember about what.  

Then, I awakened. It was morning and becoming light outside.  My disappointment rose as I realized it had just been a dream, that I had really not fucked Cammie.  I felt down around my crotch.  In my sleep, I had wiggle out of my underwear.  It did not seem I had a full ejaculation, but there was a lot of precum dripping from my penis, and a large pool of the sweet, sexual nectar had accumulated where I lay.

I grabbed a nearby T-shirt and place it under me, then began pumping my cock thinking about Cammie and the dream I just had.  Within moments, a beautiful masturbatory orgasm coursed through my penis and through my whole body as I thought of the lovely Cammie.  Visions of her pretty face framed by her eyeglasses, visions her sexy GILF ass in tight shorts as she walks the streets of the island, of her toned legs, and of her sexy feet that she loves to show off in strappy flip-flops. I thought of those big, pretty, blue eyes, as sperm shot from my penis into the T-shirt.

Cheryl slept through my morning masturbation, or at least she pretended.  She knows how much of a masturbator I am, and she knows how I am infatuated with masturbating to Cammie.  Living with a masturbator like myself for 23 years, she figures these things out pretty easily.

As disappointing as it was to realize I had not fucked Cammie, I was jazzed that the dawn wank I had over her felt so good and produced so much beautiful and sweet semen.  It reminded me that warm weather is just around the corner.  I am hoping to see Cammie soon in her tank-top and shorts and flip- flops, providing me with some masturbatory visions and moments.

Oh Cammie, I am SUCH a masturbator for you!

Lauren: My Friend, My Lover

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 the 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,perhaps 20 by now.  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.

Denise Caught Me Masturbating

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, 20-years ago in a ski condo. I was there with my wife, her friend Denise 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 54, 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 in that ski condo in January, 2000, everyone had gone to bed. 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 a masturbation favorite 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 kitchen 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 down 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 waist down behind the kitchen Island, a mere two feet from where she was standing? Could she smell the sweetness of my pre-cum that had been oozing out of the head of my penis? 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 was noticing what I was looking at. I looked at her pretty face and saw the slight wrinkles of her cute smile as she watched me turn the pages past pictures of pretty women.

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

Denise 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 lender, 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, 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 sexy, but thinking of that episode in the ski condo always gets me hard.  I always moan Denise’s name when I masturbate to her.

I wonder what Denise does when she thinks about that ski 

weekend?:)~