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.
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?:)~
