Monday, 19 May 2014
Masturbation Monday: Dreaming of you
Dreaming of you
I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was the middle of the afternoon and I should have been getting ready for my night shift, only I wasn't. Instead I was laying back on my bed, totally naked, with one hand between my legs teasing my wet pussy, pinching my nipples and causing them to harden with my other hand and all because of you. I had never thought of another woman the way I was thinking about you right at this minute, and it was all your fault.
Seeing you in the shower, at the gym yesterday made me feel things I had never felt before and I watched you furtively as you massaged your firm, yet large, breasts, pretending to wash yourself but secretly, or so you thought, occasionally flicking your nipples before running your hand over you stomach to between your legs.
I had to quickly look down, and carry on washing myself, as you glanced around the shower to make sure you weren't being watched, before I heard you gasp. Looking over at you again I watched, transfixed, as you rubbed between your legs vigorously before you finally let out one final gasp.
For a few more seconds you stayed under the shower, letting the water cascade down over your body, your face flushed with the ecstasy of your self-induced orgasm and I could feel my own pussy tingling between my legs.
Pressing my thighs together, my fingers buried deep in my pussy, my body glistening with sweat, I carried on masturbating as I wondered what it would be like to let a woman touch me the way I was touching myself. I wanted to feel the soft, delicate touch of a woman against my skin, instead of the rough hands of a man, her soft lips trailing kisses down over my breast, my stomach, my pussy.
Fuck I had never felt as turned on as I was now and, as I felt my body tingling as though I had been hit with thousands of volts, I began to buck wildly, my orgasm tearing through my whole body, my juices covering my fingers before running out of me on to the bed.
As my body slowly began to come down, from the most intense orgasm I had ever had, I decided I had to go back to the gym, had to see her again and then maybe, hopefully, she would be the one to finally show me sex could really be beautiful.
©J S Morbius