He knew that he wanted to do this even though he was afraid. The whole
thing was just so kinky. Imagine, at his age meeting someone just to
masturbate with her.
It all started when he found a friend at work to whom he confessed that
although he and his wife "fucked famously," there were still times when
he really enjoyed the special thrill of stroking his own prick. It was,
he assured his friend, a different thrill than pure fucking. He expected
his friend to be surprised and critical, but he simply nodded his
understanding and approval. That had encouraged him to tell his friend
about his long-held fantasy of lying beside his wife and watching her
masturbate while he was letting her watch him. That was a fantasy
because although his wife was great in bed in most respects, she just
did not find the idea of masturbation acceptable. It was "childish and
ugly."
His friend had really surprised him then when he said, "I know someone
who would be perfect for you to meet--in fact you could help her to
fulfill her fantasy. She has told me that she has this thing about lying
next to a guy who is pounding his dick while she works on her snatch.
But she doesn't want to have this develop into anything else. She is not
looking for someone to fuck." When I asked him how he knew about this
woman, he simply winked and made it clear that was none of my business.
Now, a few days later, he was about to go through the door into the room
where she would be waiting for him. His friend had said only that she
was a woman about his age, good looking, and carrying the same fantasy
as he--only from the woman's side.
Inside the room, she stood back shyly and looked at him. He knew that if
he said, "I don't think that this is really a very good idea after all,"
she wouldn't give him any argument. It was clear that she was not
certain about the wisdom of their continuing. But now that he saw her,
he wasn't about to say no. She was really something to look at.
Beautiful red hair, clearly prominent tits, an hourglass figure that
most women her age would die for. And so with very little hesitation, he
began to take off his pants. He was gratified to see that she began to
remove her shorts as well. Looking at her Bikini panties, he could see
the red curls that escaped around the top. He realized that his
undershorts were already standing out like a tent pole.
After she had released her more-than-ample, pear shaped tits from her
bra and he had taken off his shirt, he hesitated only a moment before he
removed his underwear. His hesitation was a instant of admiration and
regret. Admiration for the most beautiful set of tits any man could
imagine and regret that their "contract" clearly would give him no
chance to kiss and play with those beauties. They had agreed through his
friend that the only real contact would be possibly holding hands as
they lay side by side pleasuring themselves. He wondered if she maybe
had similar regrets as she saw the eight-inch tool that he exposed--
sticking out rock hard, the veins swelling along the skin and the almost
purple head shinning. Since he had not shown that tool to anyone but his
wife in many years, it was a newly revived memory to feel proud as a
strange woman stared at it.
He lay down, realizing that he was going to fully enjoy taking hold of
that stiff tool. He lay beside her and began to explore his own body,
looking at her as she began to do the same. He ran his hand over his
chest, stopping several times to play with his pleasurably sensitive
nipples. Now, neither hesitated to look at the other, even as they
continued to find their own sensitive spots. He noticed that she, too,
was playing with her large, dark nipples, and he noticed that she was
beginning to breathe a little more deeply. As he winked at her, she
ventured a smile continued to let her delicate hand roam all over her
body--down her flat stomach, over her thighs, and sometimes brushing her
lovely mop of curly red cunt hair.
Ever so slowly, he moved his right hand toward his crotch. As he felt
his fingers running through the thick black hair, he began to move
toward his balls, which he always liked to caress before he got down to
serious business. But he was already anticipating taking hold of his
throbbing prick. He knew that if he waited for a while, it would feel
ever better. Looking over at her and smiling a bit, he saw the fingers
of one hand playing with her outer lips. He took hold of the base of his
prick tightly--man, the sensation reached down to his toes. It had been
a long time since his prick had responded to his hand with such
intensity. Beginning to moan, he slowly, he circled the finger tips of
his other hand around the almost purple swollen head, moistening his
fingers with the precum drops that had already appeared. He had felt
this same thrill so many times before--but had he? The fact that he
could now look over and see this absolutely gorgeous redhead with one
fingers now on her clit and another exploring her love box definitely
added something that was beyond explanation. BUT HE KNEW THAT HE LIKED
IT. She was staring at his hand when it began to rub up and down his
shaft. She wet her lips and began to breath even harder. When she saw
him really begin to jerk off, she began to increase the circular motion
on her clit and to dig even deeper into her pussy.
Now both were intently watching and playing at the same time, and the
sounds coming from both clearly betrayed the level of pleasure that they
were experiencing. He could hear her moaning in the very depth of her
throat and saying "Yes! Oh, yes." And he was beginning to feel that
slight sensation in the bottom of his toes that he felt only when he was
about to have a truly memorable orgasm. The feeling began to creep up
his legs toward his crouch, and he knew he was about to shoot an
incredible load. He picked up the pace of his stroking even as he heard
her almost screaming, "OH GOD, I AM GOING TO COME. I AM GOING TO COME. .
. . . . " And he watched as she frantically rubbed her pussy and lifted
her ass off the bed, all the time shaking her head from side to side in
ecstasy.
He didn't have long to look because the feeling that had actually
started in his toes had worked its intensity up to his prick, and he now
felt it begin to pump spurt after spurt as he began to shake his head
from side to side, saying between gasps, "OH, DAMN IT! OH, DAMN IT!
SHIT, THAT FEELS JUST GREAT. . . . ." And it was wave after wave before
it finally stopped. Leaving him almost totally exhausted.
And he looked over into her eyes that were, it seemed to him, actually
sparkling with excitement. She, too, was lying totally spent by the
intensity of her orgasm. He reached over and took her hand in his, and
she squeezed it and smiled at him. He knew that neither of them wanted
to do that again right away, but he was already looking forward to more
opportunities to enjoy this beautiful woman in this "crazy" way. He was
basically glad that this would never develop into a more usual
relationship, for he had never, never experienced anything quite like
what had just happened, and he realized that by making her his permanent
special fantasy, he could always get recharged for another encounter.