I recently finished reading a novel in which the main character occasionally fantasized about his lover. Each time it happened the author would describe it something like this, "And when he was naked he turned to the mirror and touched himself". That usually ended the chapter.
What I want to know is what happened? Was he so aroused by the thought of his girlfriend that he came by merely "touching" himself? Or did he just touch himself (no description of where) and that was that?
I have to believe that something more happened. Why was the author so touchy about adequately describing the scene? This was a fantasy for God's sake! The guy was naked, standing in front of a mirror and thinking about his lover.
When I fantasize I don't want to stop with touching myself. That doesn't do much good. I want to go much farther. I want to take my stiff penis in my hand and masturbate until I cum. Hopefully, with a giant spurt!
One of my favorite fantasies is about a lady I used to date. She was beautiful. Six feet tall, very long gorgeous legs and large breasts with huge areole and jutting nipples. I was 21 and she was 32. Not only was she older, she was married and had 2 children. Apparently she and her husband had some kind of arrangement and they both did what they wanted. And what she wanted was my cock and lots of it!
When I met her she had never french kissed and was very innocent about sex. She knew that she liked it. Oh, how she liked it! But she didn't know much about it.
I'll never forget the day I taught her to masturbate. . .
It was a Saturday afternoon. In the summer. We had just finished lunch and had checked into a small motel.
All during lunch I could tell that Donna's mind wasn't on eating. She kept squirming around next to me in the booth in the diner just down the road from the motel. Finally, she put her hand in my lap and started groping around for my cock. She rubbed and then squirmed, rubbed and then squirmed some more.
"Donna, what's up with you? I asked.
She could barely answer. When she was horny and turned on she didn't seem to be able to concentrate on anything else. And she was a panter. At the slightest provocation she would start panting like a racehorse. Normally she didn't stop until she had cum several times.
"Ohhhhhh!" She panted. "Let's hurry! I can't wait to get you alone in the motel!"
With that she started squirming even more. Then, as she looked directly into my eyes, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh. Just below the hem of her miniskirt. As I sat there looking at her she started moving my hand up her thigh. Up under her skirt, higher and higher.
As she moved my hand she started panting faster and louder. Finally, as my hand reached the junction between her legs I felt her pubic hair. She wasn't wearing panties!
This was a major revelation. Donna was a housewife. Somewhat shy, fairly straight-laced and modest. She was relatively unsophisticated, a high school graduate, married to a man with quite a lot of money and very little interest in his wife. They had been married when she was just out of high school and that was about where her experience with sex started and ended.
For Donna, who was normally prim and proper until we were alone, to go out in public with no panties was a breakthrough of tremendous proportions.
She parted her legs slightly and then placed my hand directly on her slit. Another big surprise, she was not only wet, she was literally dripping. Her clitoris was swollen and protruding from between her lips and she felt hot as a furnace.
She moaned softly and thrust her pelvis against my hand.
Just then the waitress arrived with our orders. I retrieved my hand, much to Donna's dismay and we began to eat lunch.
We ate quickly. I could tell that Donna was in no mood to wait any longer!
As we drove down the road to the motel, Donna once again grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. She took my hand and made a fist out of it. Then she uncurled my middle finger and thrust it right into her slick vagina. She was humping my hand so hard I could barely control the car.
Suddenly her body stiffened. She let out a loud moan, humped my finger even harder and then gasped "Ohhhhhh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
For about 30 seconds she continued to writhe around and then it was over. As she regained her senses she looked up at me and said "Thanks. You don't know how much I needed that. I haven't cum since the last time I saw you a week ago. I just couldn't wait any longer."
She had not cum in a week! I was astounded. This was the horniest lady I had ever met. She was multi-orgasmic. She was always wet and ready. How could she go a week without an orgasm?
On impulse I asked "Do you think of me when we're not together?"
"Oh yes! All the time! It makes me so horny and wet when I think of the things we do together. I can hardly stand it!"
"Well what do you do about it?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" She responded.
"When you get horny, how do you relieve yourself?"
"I don't. I take cold showers or I try to think of something else. I don't know what else to do"
"Well." I suggested "You could masturbate."
"Masturbate? What do you mean? You mean . . . do it to myself?" She gasped. "Oh no! I couldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"Well . . . because . . . because . . .well, I don't know. Isn't it bad for you?"
"Not at all." I responded. "Masturbation is a normal thing. You've probably been told differently by people who don't have the imagination and the guts to live life to the fullest. Look, there are lots of times when a person gets horny without anybody else around. When that happens you either masturbate or go crazy trying to figure out how to relieve the pressure."
By this time we were at the motel and just entering the room. Donna flopped down in one of the arm chairs and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up and I could nearly see the tops of her thighs and the treasure hidden within.
"Okay, for the sake of argument let's say that I agree with you. So what? I don't know how to do it."
"Have you ever thought about how you might do it?" I asked.
"I've thought about it a little." She said. "I imagine that it might be similar to when you rub my pussy before we make love. Once in a while I've thought about it when I was making dinner." She gave a shy smile. "Usually when were having carrots or cucumbers. But I just can't quite imagine shoving garden vegetables up my pussy!"
"You're on the right track." I said. "How about trying an experiment?"
