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!
