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It had been a long week. She kept thinking about the young man she had met in the woods last weekend. They had both walked for miles to find a secluded spot where they could lay naked in the sun and fully embrace the pleasure their bodies could provide. It had been a profound experience to commune with nature and unashamedly project their sexual energy into the universe.
She opened the baggie with dried ruminants of the semen-soaked leaves she had found, and examined them closely for the umpteenth time. There was no longer any evidence of the slippery goo she had felt with her fingers; but she knew it was there. Just the thought prompted a rush of excitement, and she longed yet again to touch herself.
But that was out of the question. Tomorrow, she would return to the scene in the hopes of meeting him again. And she wanted to be ready. She had denied herself such pleasure for the last five days, and she was determined not to give in now.
Meanwhile, the young man was in a similar condition. He too planned on returning to the hilltop, hoping desperately that the young woman would be there. He couldn’t get the image of her out of his mind. She had an aura of quiet intelligence, and even though she was fully clothed, her breasts were his idea of perfection. He kept thinking about how he had almost gotten caught, and the thought frightened and excited him. He was also vaguely worried that she had found the leaves he used to clean himself up with, but what were the odds of that? He’d spent the first three days jerking off every chance he’d gotten (he even stayed home when his roommates went to the bars) but four days ago he decided to exercise some self-discipline and save himself for tomorrow.
Saturday finally came. What should she wear? She decided on a shirt that buttoned in front with a plain bra and shorts. How early should she arrive? It was a two hour hike to the spot, and she didn’t want to appear overanxious, but she also didn’t want for him to have given up on her if he decided to get there early as well. She took one last whiff of the baggie, telling herself she could still smell him – even though it was probably her imagination. She decided ten o-clock wasn’t too early. She put wine, sandwiches and some other stuff in her backpack and took off for the trailhead. The weather was perfect – sunny and warm but not too hot. Her heart was already beating faster.
The young man arrived at the scene at about 9:30. He’d brought a blanket, a book and some water because he was prepared to wait all day for her to show up. He thought about smoking some dope but he decided not to because he knew it would make him horney, and he didn’t trust himself to hold off if he was stoned. He started reading his book but was finding it difficult to concentrate.
She was delighted, but also a bit nervous, when she saw the young man perched at the top on the hill sitting on a blanket and reading a book. He greeted her with a sheepish smile. “I’ll bet he’s as nervous as I am,” she thought.
“Hi,” she said. “Have you been here long?”
“No, actually I’ve just been here a few minutes. I’m really glad you came”.
She was even more gorgeous that he’d remembered. She radiated self-confidence with a warm inviting smile, perky short hair, and a thin seductive body. But her breasts excited him the most. He loved girl’s breasts more than anything else, and hers were perfect. He tried not to stare.
She remembered him being cute, but couldn’t quite remember exactly what he looked like. Turns out, he was VERY cute. Medium length blond hair, fair completed, lean but not musclebound – he just looked like a nice, regular guy. He reminded her of one of the Beach Boys from years ago. He looked nervous. And then she noticed he was reading one of her favorite books!
“You’re reading a John Irving book! He’s one of my favorite authors. Are you enjoying it?”
“I love this book. I’ve read it a bunch of times. I wasn’t sure how long I’d have to wait for you so I brought an old reliable page-turner. What other authors do you like?”
He was a reader! It turns out they liked many of the same authors. Not only that, but they were both the same age (23), and their taste in movies and music were similar too! Even though they were both shy, they had quickly gotten lost in conversation and forgot about being nervous. They broke out her red wine and sandwiches and ate lunch. He asked if she was up for a little weed, and she said OK, even though she wasn’t a big doper.
The sun was warm, and the mixture of wine and dope had relaxed some of her inhibitions so she decided to put her plan into action. She had the feeling he’d sit there forever before he worked up the nerve to make a move. So she took a deep breath and said, “I know what you were doing up here the other day.”
He tried to play it cool, but the blood drained from his face and he felt the initial stages of panic. He just sat there, waiting for the next boot to fall.
And casino siteleri then she dropped the bombshell he dreaded most – “I found the leaves.”
He was totally busted. His mind raced for an explanation, but he knew there wasn’t one. He’d already tried to think of one in case he needed it, but couldn’t. Denial was his only option. “What leaves? I don’t know anything about leaves.”
Oh please, don’t be embarrassed. It’s really OK. They were a huge turn for me. I kept thinking about what you had done up here, outside in the fresh air and the thought was so exciting!
The dope was giving her the courage to press on.
I must have looked at those leaves a hundred times; trying to recall the way they smelled right after I found them, and my excitement at realizing you’d been masturbating just moments before we met. You have no idea how turned on I get just thinking about it!
He knew she was talking, but he was too horrified to hear her words. Getting caught was one of his greatest fears. That’s one of the reasons he’d come here in the first place. So he wouldn’t run the risk of getting caught by his roommates. It was even worse to be caught by this beautiful girl! He had to pull himself together, but all he wanted to do was hide.
It took her a moment, but she finally realized he was reeling with embarrassment; not at all what she wanted. She needed to throw him a lifeline and fast!
She gently put her hands on his shoulders and turned him towards her.
“Please, please listen to me. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. What do you think I was doing up here the same time as you?! Masturbation is a fundamental part of my life. It’s almost spiritual – like nature’s self-care package. I don’t know what I’d do without it. Just thinking about it turns me on. So when I realized what you were doing up here, I was hoping you felt the same way, and that we could talk about it. After all we both walked five miles just to do it outside. I didn’t mean to ambush you.
It took a moment for what she was saying to sink in. “So you were really, um, touching yourself up here?”
“Uh huh, I’d been planning it for almost a week. I even made myself abstain for like five days so it’d be really intense. And Oh My God was it! I’m surprised I’d recovered enough to talk to you at all! It’s just that I’ve never had anyone that I could talk to about my masturbating, and I was really hoping it could be you. Please, forgive me if I’ve totally fucked this up, and I’ll understand if you just want to leave, but I’m really hoping you’ll stay!”
He was starting to realize what an exciting opportunity this was. He took a deep breath and said, “I do understand. I don’t know what I’d do without it either. Sometimes I think I spend way too much time thinking about it. I even think about it sometimes when I’m, um…doing it. Normal guys are supposed to think about stuff like rough sex with big-titted women or three-ways with their sister. But I like to think about stuff like exposing myself and doing it while someone watches – especially somebody like a nurse, or a teacher. Sick, right?”
“That’s not sick at all. It sounds like you have a submissive streak; I think it’s beautiful you feel that way!”
“Absolutely, and I can prove it.”
“Why don’t you do it for me now?!”
A wave of excitement nearly overtook him. The idea of masturbating under the gaze of this incredible girl was so compelling that he knew he had no choice. He looked at her and said, “Um, OK, but do you think you could maybe…” and he pantomimed opening her shirt.
It seemed like the least she could do, so she smiled and began unbuttoning her blouse; starting at the top. She slipped it off her shoulders and let him look longingly at her before very slowly reaching behind and unclasping her bra. She held it to her chest for what seemed to him like forever, before letting it slowly fall away.
Her breasts literally made him ache. They were incredible. He loved their perfect shape and size, their flawless silky skin and the way her nipples stood out. (He didn’t realize that they were already partially erect). He had always loved breasts and these were heartbreakingly exquisite. He adored their firmness and the way they moved with her breathing and the motions of her body. He longed to caress and suck them.
She loved the way he was looking at her – practically drooling. It made her feel special. She decided to take off her shorts, but keep her panties on – leaving something to his imagination. “Please, show me now – just like you did it last week.”
The young man’s heart was racing. His most intense fantasy was about to come true. He wanted this time to last forever. He knew that wasn’t possible, but he was determined to savor every moment. He started with his shoes and socks; putting them aside. His tee-shirt was next. He took his time lifting it over his head slot oyna exposing his smooth hairless chest and flat stomach. He used his fingertips to lightly touch his face, ears and belly. He was trying to remember how he did it a week ago, engaging his whole body. His hands went to his chest and played with his nipples. He looked at her breasts and thought about kissing her nipples; and the though excited him even further.
Excitement was building in the young woman too. She was finding his slow, deliberate approach highly provocative. Her fingers moved to her own nipples and rolled them gently as she watched.
The sight of her touching herself only fueled his excitement. He slid off his shorts; but not his underpants. He liked the way she slowly exposed her chest, and he decided to follow her lead.
She watched his fingers start at his feet and move up his legs and inner thighs. Her eyes were drawn to the bulge between his legs and she tried to discern the features of his penis through the white cotton. His hands moved to the area. He spread his legs farther apart and used two hands to stretch the material over that budge; revealing its contours through the soft material. She could now clearly see where the head of his penis met the shaft. She smiled to herself, appreciating his teasing. She watched as her own hand moved to the front of her panties, and began rubbing herself through the moist fabric.
The young man loved slowly revealing himself, but it was time to move on. Especially when he saw her hand move to her panties, mimicking the way he had touched himself. He inched off his underpants and looked at her expectantly; hoping for approval
She knew he was partially aroused and that his penis was actually smaller than it appeared now, but she still liked what she saw. He clearly wasn’t overly endowed, but that was OK with her. She had dated a guy with a big dick and it didn’t work out because it seemed like it was way too important to him, and he expected her to be impressed. She wanted someone she could talk to; not a guy who defined himself by the size of his cock. Besides, the young man’s penis seemed to be nicely proportioned with the rest of his body. She couldn’t wait to see it erect! She noticed she was rubbing herself with more urgency, and that her nipples were getting harder.
He could feel her eyes on him. She seemed to like what she saw since she was rubbing up and down on her panties and they were clearly getting wetter. He could see her pubes through the thin cloth.
She was mesmerized as his fingertips returned to his inner thighs. He used gradually increasing circular motions until they just barely grazed the sides of his scrotum. He continued touching himself there; savoring the sensation. And then he raised his legs into the air and began touching his buttocks; gradually working inward until he made direct contact with the underside of his testicles. He maintained this position and began caressing his scrotum with both hands. After a few minutes he abandoned his testes and spread his legs as far apart as they would go, while pulling his knees up to his chest. She realized he was living out his fantasy of fully exposing himself, including his anus, to her! His penis was now fully erect, and she loved it! It was almost exactly the size of Fred, her favorite vibrator. She decided to lose her panties.
The thrill of openly touching his testicles for her and spreading his cheeks so that she could inspect his asshole was almost more than he could bear. His heart was pounding and his cock had never been harder. He watched in awe as she tore off her panties and looked at her own vagina. She ran her fingers up and down her slit, making contact between her inner and outer lips. She spread them apart so that he could see her clitoris. Her vagina glistened and was so beautiful! Then she used her fingertips to pull back her hood – fully exposing her most intimate parts to him. What happened next was automatic.
She was transfixed as he encircled his erection with his right hand and slid it down his shaft, using his fingers to stimulate the underside of his glans as they slid by. The second hand was right behind as it completed its journey. He continued alternately stroking this way and she could see his pleasure mounting. He stopped to fondle his testicles again before resuming. She had never seen this technique before, and it excited her. He appeared to be taking himself right to the edge and then stopping to prolong the experience. His body was bathed in sweat when he started masturbating more conventionally by encircling his penis with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and rubbing it up and down the underside of his head with short, firm strokes. This method allowed him to caress his testicles with his other hand at the same time. She thought about grabbing Fred out of her bag, but she decided it would be better to keep things all natural so she began thrusting her fingers in and out of herself, canlı casino siteleri rubbing her G-spot and making contact with the underside of her clitoris. She felt like she was in sync with the young man as he pleasured himself. She felt a desperate need to show herself to him so she spread open her labia and pulled back her hood, revealing her wet, pink clit. Then she used her fingers to open herself, exposing her innermost depths. She savored the forbidden nature of what she was doing.
He was aware that she was masturbating for him and showing him her most intimate parts even though he was in his own mystical world. He felt privileged to have such a wonderful penis, and he reveled in the fact that he was unashamedly stroking it for her.
She knew he was getting close when a single drop of precum emerged. He wiped if off with the back of a hand and switched back to his two handed method. She could almost see when the moment of inevitability approached and he gave himself permission. His hands moved with increasing urgency as they slid down his budging penis. She moved her fingers to her face so she could smell and taste her feminine essence, thinking about what it would be like to taste his precum. She tweaked her nipples one more time – appreciating the sensation it prompted in her clit. Her fingers entered her vagina again, and she felt the strong muscles contract around them as they slid in and out. After a few minutes she withdrew her fingers and began stimulating her clitoral shaft using the circular motions she loved.
The smell her vagina permeated the air as she pumped away for him, and he knew it was time. His favorite part of masturbating is the precious seconds of indescribable pleasure after he crosses the threshold – knowing he’s going to cum but before it happens. He gave himself permission to cross that threshold and embraced it with his very soul. The moments of bliss he loved were pure ecstasy followed by the incredible sensation of his cum shooting out. The powerful spurts were going everywhere and he cried out in pleasure as he jerked the end of his cock. Over and over they came; tickling the inside of his penis and splashing on his chest and abdomen. He squeezed out the last few drops as he watched the girl experience her own orgasm.
Watching him cum was one of her greatest thrills; she was on the verge of an incredible orgasm as she imagined his beautiful cock exploding inside of her as she had just seen. That thought pushed her over the top as she massaged her clit; and she cried out in ecstasy as her body convulsed in orgasmic release. It lasted seemingly forever as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. A moment later she lay down next to him, satisfied, bathed it sweat and completely spent.
When she had regained some measure of composure, she used his underpants to wipe him off, soaking the semen up with the soft cotton. There was so much of it! She knew she’d be using those underpants to relive this experience over and over again. Then she took her own panties and used them to wipe off her still soaking vagina; pushing the fabric into herself, to collect as much of her wetness as possible.
The profound intimacy they had shared was obvious to both of them, and they simply lay next to each other savoring the experience for a long time. Finally she said, “I can’t tell you how much I loved watching you. The way you did it was so beautiful and natural. And the sight of your semen coming out was incredible. I couldn’t believe how far it shot up, and how much of it came out!”
“Oh my God, I loved doing it for you. Watching you touching yourself, and the way your breasts moved while you were doing it was soooo beautiful and sexy. And the thrill of showing you every part of my body and touching myself while you watched was like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’ll never forget it. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again!”
That thought prompted the dialog about her masturbating she had craved for so long. They talked again about how important masturbating was to both of them and details like how they discovered it, how often they do it, their favorite things to think about while doing it and descriptions of some of their most memorable sessions. They were both getting excited again, and his penis was clearly responding.
She decided to take control. She looked in his eyes and said, “You have a beautiful penis. Would you like me to touch it?”
She didn’t wait for a response. She mimiced his one-handed technique by encircling his shaft with her thumb and forefinger and moving it gently up and down. In no time, he was writhing in ecstasy at her soft touch. Her own body responded and she felt herself moistening. She began stroking more firmly; concentrating on the underside of his glans – his most sensitive area. A drop of precum appeared and she knew it was time.
“Masturbation is fine,” she said, “but sometimes, a girl needs more.”
She straddled him and slowly guided his erection into herself. She began slowly moving up and down, relishing the feeling of his penis sliding in and out. Her vaginal muscles tightened around him; increasing the wonderful feeling for both of them.
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