1. Masturbating For Women


    Date: 2/15/2024, Categories: Mature Author: silverseeker, Source: LushStories 

    ... your thumb," she observed, ever the thinker, the observer.

"Do I?" I asked, knowing it must sound stupid.

"Don't most men make a circle and pump it like that?" she pursued. "And women doing it to men."

"You may be right," I said. "I'vealways done it this way."

"Sorry," she said. "Please carry on."

I resumed wanking in front of this lovely woman, who couldn't help touching my legs and lodging her fingers between my thighs. I was getting very turned on and knew I wouldn't have much work to do before volcano time.

Wilma surprised me again by urging me to lie down and kneeling on the floor with her head on my chest, watching intently, staring down the barrel of my love gun, about a foot away.

Now I was in the classic wanking pose, on my back as if I were in bed, but with one big difference: someone - a woman whom I hardly knew outside the utterly prim and proper confines of a public library - was watching me jerk off. In her flat, her front room, naked together on her settee. It was bizarre, hard to believe and unbelievably exciting.

She took the folded paper from my left hand and kissed my belly before retreating back up my chest to her comfortable, safe place.

As I came, my semen shot up into the air and Wilma caught it, placing the paper with remarkable accuracy in the region of my navel and waiting patiently as I delivered the sporadic remnants.

"Very impressive," she said, folding the wad to enclose its warm, ammonia-scented, jellied contents. ...
    ... She wiped the tip of my cock as I squeezed the last drops out. Then Wilma came up and kissed me, her fascinated hand gently squeezing my balls and one finger running up the hidden tunnel from my crotch to the base of my cock, encouraging any remaining fluid up to the surface and into her waiting cleaning pad.

"Now you," I said, aiming for a light-hearted effect that might put her at ease.

"Me?" she asked, surprised. "Do what?"

"You've seen me masturbating," I said, enjoying the words and knowing they would send a seductive, encouraging stimulus to the naughty part of her brain which was beseeching her to let down her defences and be a sexual being for a change. "You've just watched a man wanking specially for you." I paused to allow the smell of my semen to drift up into her nostrils. I sniffed, to make her more aware of it.

Wilma's eyes became slightly dreamy as her olfactory receptors communicated with her reproductive centre. She was further down the road to being a carefree lover of sex than she had been for a long time, possibly ever. I could see her weighing up the idea. Should she do what she did in private, but do it with someone watching. She didn't really want to, but she knew I wanted her to do it. And doing something for someone else was a good thing, a kind gesture. She looked deep into my eyes.

"Or do you want me to lick you?" I offered, and it might have sounded as if I were volunteering to help, but she knew full well I was just a lustful man who ...
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