My legs spread wide, I dipped a finger between my swollen labia, drawing out the sweet nectar within. I rubbed my wet finger against my clitoris, pinching, teasing, rubbing, bringing myself closer and closer to release. Slowly I dipped into the folds of my pussy, allowing the flow of sexual energy to subside before taking off once again.
The tension grew, and I spread my legs wider. Sweat trickled in the valley between my tingling breasts, and I leaned my head back and rubbed myself vigorously, letting that special sexual electricity flow within me.
Muscles clenched, breath held, I was swept up by a deeply penetrating orgasm. My pelvis bucked, my legs kicked, my stomach muscles knotted and released. It went on and on, this explosion of sexual energy deep within my core. Gradually it subsided, my passion gently gliding ever downward from one pleasurable plateau to another, relaxing, calming, until finally I stretched out on the bed, completely at peace and a little bit sleepy.
Haven’t you noticed these days how masturbation, in all its many forms, is becoming a favorite activity for the sexually adventurous rather than just a cure for the sexually frustrated? You have to admit it’s great fun. The ability to set your own tempo, pressure, and placement of fingers or hands almost always insures a first rate orgasm.
I’ve been masturbating ever since I became sexually aware but, unlike most people, I enjoy masturbating most when I’m sharing the passion with a partner. Rare is the individual, it seems, who can sit with their partner and masturbate into oblivion.
Masturbation is, of course, the most private of private acts, and it took some practice before I felt really comfortable sharing it with someone else. But once I got into it, I found it most fulfilling. Nothing comes close to the act of jerking off while watching your partner do the same.
I am a very sexual woman, always have been. But I’m a career woman and need to concentrate on my work before I can make any serious commitments. While I don’t want a regular love in my life at the present, I don’t want to be without sexual fulfillment altogether.
One night I was at a party held in celebration of a friend’s publishing debut. The room was packed wall to wall with an array of literary folks, many of whom were unattached men. The energy was abundant, the scent of high summer was in the air, and the music was pounding rhythmically, erotically.
There was one man who especially caught my eye. Dark, wild eyed and longhaired, he had the look that sends my heart racing. After spending an hour trading surreptitious glances, I shored up my courage and approached him.
We talked and danced and had a wonderful time. Then he asked me back to his place. I said no. Not that I wasn’t tempted. He told me he was attracted to me and wanted to make love with me. And he said it in a creamy smooth voice and with much sensitivity, behind which I sensed a sexual volcano ready to erupt.
During our conversation, I let my gaze linger on what I considered a gorgeous specimen of masculine hunkiness. He embodied the ultimate sex symbol for me and I’m not afraid to admit it. The fact of the matter is, I didn’t want to talk to this guy. I didn’t even want to know his name. I simply wanted to experience sexual energy in his presence.
He wasn’t any more subtle than I was. His eyes feasted on the shape of my thinly veiled breasts and rested on the delicate curve of my tiny waist and the promise of a small ass beneath my flowing skirt.
During all this I was trying to figure out how to enjoy passionate sex with this guy but not go home with him. I didn’t want all the entanglements that could result. In fact, I didn’t want to fuck him. I was just filled with sexual energy that needed release.
I came up with the almost comical idea of going into the bathroom with him, tearing my clothes off and masturbating while he watched. Crazy, I know, but the imagination will play untidy tricks under stressful conditions. So after he asked me to his place and I said no, I unabashedly blurted out, “But we might be able to find a quiet place here.” He laughed and said, “We might at that. But I don’t have any protection.”
I was truly grateful, for both his honesty and his concern. I was also incredibly nervous, for I was about to experience the wonder of all wonders, real wish fulfillment.
We moved through the house, looking into closets, entryways and bedrooms, but not until we passed a bathroom did we find a place that was secluded. I motioned to my newfound to follow me in. he did, and we locked the door and immediately went for it.
To put it mildly, we ravaged each other. I unbuttoned my blouse and offered him my full breasts. He held them in his hands and sucked hungrily, pulling my hardened nipples into his mouth, massaging my soft flesh in his hands. Our already heightened sexual impulses went crazy with the added excitement of getting it on with only a closed door between us and about a hundred other people.
I tugged at his belt and had his pants down in no time. Wrapping my hands around his hard flesh, I wondered what it would feel like inside me. At the same time I felt movement under my dress my panties being pulled down, then hands groping my ass and thighs and finally, gently, fingertips on my vagina.
I glanced at the bathroom counter and saw a bottle of moisturizer. Squirting some into my hands, I gave my partner a quick, vigorous rubdown. His cock felt so good in my hands. Hard, meaty, filled with expectation.
At that point someone knocked on the door. “Just a second!” I cried. Relief had to come, and it had to come fast. “Come on,” I whispered as I slid down to the floor. I lifted my skirt, spread my legs and started to masturbate like crazy.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered as he too slid to the floor. He pulled his pants completely off, wrapped his hands around his hard cock and started pumping away.
Neither one of us could help but laugh while we masturbated. It was a totally outrageous thing to be doing with a total stranger. But obviously we were both having a great time. I feasted my eyes on his hard cock while I rubbed my clit. I’d never seen a man jerk off before, and there was something incredibly exciting about it. His cock looked so big and hard in his strong hand.
I looked into his eyes and saw him staring at my breasts. I pushed them together with my arms while I continued to rub myself and watched as his eyes grew larger and his pumping action increased.
The sexual energy in that little bathroom was intense, and before long I felt myself on the verge of coming. I spread my legs even wider and really got into it. I dug into myself with unleashed fury, my juices flowing, my pelvis beginning to undulate as the pleasure increased. Across from me my partner had one hand on his cock and the other massaging his balls, his legs stretched out in front of him, beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.
Our eyes locked as we both came. I felt my body heave as I stared into his dark eyes. His face twisted and contorted as he neared climax. I looked down and watched as a long stream of semen flew out of his cock and landed all over his bell and ran down his hands. I exploded at the sight of his released pleasure. My legs bucked, my pelvis contracted and I forced myself to keep all screams down to a whispered cry of ecstasy.
Moments later there was another knock on the door, and we both snapped out of a post orgasmic reverie. We looked at each other in embarrassment, as if we had suddenly appeared in the bathroom with our genitals exposed and no idea of how we’d gotten there!
Minutes later we were back at the party. I saw him only once later that evening, just before he was ready to go. He smiled at me from across the room and gave me a little wave. Then he was gone.
I wasn’t sorry to see him leave. It was one of those lifetime experiences that can only happen with the dark, wild eyed, longhaired men of your dreams. In fact, I was relieved that he didn’t try and make a big thing out of it. The sexual release was certainly welcome, though. It’s one thing to masturbate by yourself. There’s certainly a level of sexual release and fulfillment there. But masturbating with someone added a whole new dimension to the experience, moving it form a solitary pleasure to an intensely powerful shared experience.
Once I had a taste of this, I wanted more. Naturally you can’t go out onto the street and ask someone if they’d like to beat off with you, although the notion did cross my mind. But I felt certain that within my wide range of friends, I must have one or two who were open enough to share the thrill of getting off together.
My next experience with shared masturbation happened quite organically. One of my best girlfriends was feeling bored and lonely one weeknight, so I invited her over to visit. Tammy is one of the liveliest women I know. Always full of fun and adventure. Well, I shouldn’t have been surprised when she came over with a handful of x rated videos. According to her, if she couldn’t get the real thing, at least she could watch.
To be honest, this was a first for both of us. I’d glanced at men’s magazines, just out of curiosity, but I’d never taken the time to see a hardcore movie. Not because I’m a prude about it, but because the idea of watching all that hot sex and not having any release was just too difficult to face.
We made some popcorn and sat down for an evening at the movies, so to speak. No plot, no theme, no story. Just lots of steaming hot sex scenes. Tammy and I watched in complete silence as we saw one couple after another engage in some of the most passionate lovemaking imaginable.
“There’s something to this,” Tammy joked as we watched a man pull down his briefs to reveal an enormous, throbbing hunk of meat. “Perhaps one day I’ll get it firsthand again.” We both laughed kind of self consciously and continued staring at the screen, completely engrossed in the uninhibited sex play staged for our benefit.
My pulse rate increased with every passing minute, and the ache between my legs became increasingly difficult to ignore. When we were given a close up of a man driving his thick cock deep in a woman’s wet pussy, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I turned to Tammy and in a hoarse whisper said, “Do you mind if I masturbate?”
“I’ll join you,” she answered, and before we knew it we had our jeans and panties off and were rubbing our pussies with complete abandon.
I watched the video for a while as I rubbed my natural lubrication all over my clitoris. When the man on the screen drove his cock into his lover, I drove my fingers into my vagina. The deeper he went, the deeper I went into my pussy.
What a feeling! No man had ever gone this deep into me before. The sensitivity of the flesh inside me sent spasms of pleasure through my body, making me cry out. I looked over at Tammy and saw that she was watching me, and before I knew it, she was driving her fingers deep inside herself.
We sat there on the couch, two horny girls splayed and driving our hands deep into our pussies. Tammy closed her eyes to the world and fell into oblivion. I slowly drew my fingers out drenched in my thick, milky lubrication, and a musky aroma filled my nostrils.
I pulled off my top because I wanted to be completely naked. Then I turned my attention back to the video and watched as a woman began to lick another woman’s pussy. I imagined the hot sensation of her tongue on my cunt, and my fingers gently glided up and down my engorged pussy lips, lightly over the nub of my clitoris and around the soft skin of the insides of my thighs.
Tammy was doing the same, watching not the video but me! I asked her to take her shirt off and felt a glow of delight as she exposed her large breasts, her dark nipples hard and erect. We were lost in a fog of lust, watching each other as we rubbed our pussies vigorously. Tammy had one leg crossed over the arm of the couch and the other leg flung wide, giving me a good look at her pussy. It seemed so fleshy, so hot.
Turning my attention back to the screen, I watched as a man took his lover from behind, reaching around her waist to rub her clitoris as he drove into her. With my left hand I drove my fingers into my pussy, bringing the tips of my fingers up against the top of the inside of my vagina. With my right hand I rubbed my clit with everything I had. What a sensations! I couldn’t sit still. My body squirmed as I continued to drive myself to the brink of oblivion.
Tammy looked over at me and mimicked my actions. Before long we were both squirming on the couch, our moans and sighs filling the apartment as we skidded over the top into orgasm. Our legs shook, our cries peaked. Tammy pounded her foot against the floor as she came. I laid my head back and felt a surge of orgasmic power sweep through my body from my head to my toes.
I continued rubbing my clit, feeling one blast of sexual release after another slam into my clit, move through my vagina into my belly and then shoot up my spine to the very top of my head. I was overwhelmed by the sheer power of it all until finally, drenched in sweat, I came to rest.
I turned to Tammy, who was in the final moments of a long, drawn out orgasm, her body looking so radiant in the glow of sexual release. I turned to the video screen and watched a woman take her lover’s cock deep in her mouth. Would this never end? I wondered.
Clearly, sharing the joys of masturbation with another person is worth looking into. The pleasure I get out of watching someone explode in sexual orgasm is matched only by the feeling of coming in front of them using my own fingers, my own techniques to get off. Of course, none of this is a substitute for having a lover in your life. But if having a regular lover isn’t in your future for a while, sharing masturbation with a friend of either sex is certainly a sensational option.
When I do choose to bring a man into my life, I’ll have just one more sexual venue to share with him. Not only will we make love in all the variations we can conjure, but we’ll also sit across from each other, our legs spread wide, our fingers and hands active, our eyes locked, as we watch each other tumble into the abyss of shared masturbation.