“Oh yes, fuck his cock,” I talked to myself as I watched the porn movie. Looking down I watched as the tight pink masturbation sleeve moved up and down along my lubed hard cock. “He’s going to blow his load all over your naked cunt. That’s it rub your pussy while he cums all over your fingers and pussy.” I felt my load building and my fist moved faster.
The slick sounds of pumping my cock and seeing his hot cum blow all over her fingers brought me off. “Yes-s-s-s-s…oh fuck yes-s-s-s-s! Ugghhggg…” Cum shot out of my cock, the sleeve gripping it tightly, I played with my balls and let a finger push slightly into my ass. “Ohhh…ahhh…” I watched the cum leak out over my fist and as my cock softened I pulled the sleeve off. Taking a towel I cleaned myself up. “That felt good. Time to get a shower, and go out for some dinner.” Flipping off the movie I headed to the shower.
I had been in this little apartment for a few months now, following my separation and ultimate divorce. Now I was living in a basement apartment, nothing fancy but functional. I had a nice size livingroom, kitchen, small bathroom and a bedroom; I had to admit it was kind of cozy. It took me some time to get back into the ‘dating thing’ and I’d brought back a few women. But found that my fist did the job pretty good and since buying this sleeve had come to enjoy it even more.
The owners live upstairs, and are probably ten years older than me. They don’t have any kids, and are nice people. Jim has his own computer business downtown and does a lot of traveling and works all odd hours. Jan, his wife, doesn’t work but does a lot of volunteer stuff. Their laundry room is at the foot of the stairs of the basement so I see her quite often and we usually stand and chat when I happen to run into her. I’ve had dinner with them a few times, and Jim has taken me to the club and we’ve played a few rounds of golf.
I’m Tim, early forties, about six foot and around one-eighty. I’m not what you would call a ‘hunk’, but I take care of myself and work out a couple times a week. My hair is getting a little thin on top and some gray is beginning to mix in with my beard that I keep nicely trimmed. I just an average guy, people say I have a great personality and my brown eyes dance when I laugh.
One night after I had had a few beers and sitting naked I got the idea to measure my cock. I’m circumcised and the tape showed a little over seven inches in length and better than six inches around. From what I’ve read that’s pretty normal, I guess. I keep the shaft shaved down to the base and also my ball sac, with the dark brown hair trimmed. From the ladies I’d been with, since the divorce, almost always commented on how they found it erotic.
I had gone to Applebee’s for dinner and had a few beers and watched some baseball before calling it an evening. It was close to 11 as I came down the stairs, Jan was putting a load in the washing machine.
“Hey Tim. I’ve got to do some laundry and thought you were out for the night. If it makes to much noise just shut if off and I’ll finish it in the morning.”
“Hi Jan. That’s no problem, I can’t really hear it in the apartment. I’m going to be up for a while anyway.” I smiled and the thought that flashed through my mind made my cock stir. I have to admit over the past few months that more than once had I thought of Jan in fantasy as I masturbated.
Now standing here in front of me I could tell she had very little on underneath her robe, for sure she had no bra. Her nipples were hard and I could see them poking against the cotton material. “I’m going to get on and surf the Net, maybe have another beer. So no problem.” I forced myself not to stare at them and looked up into her blue eyes.
“OK good.” She must have noticed as she pulled her robe closed hiding her ample cleavage but did nothing to cover her breasts. “Jim flew out a couple hours ago and will be in St. Louis for a few days. Thought I’d get some of the curtains down and washed. If you’re still up maybe I’ll have a beer with you.”
I smiled as lewd thoughts crossed my mind. “That sounds like a plan. I have some cold ones in the fridge. Get your washerwoman stuff done. I’ll leave the door open so just come on in.” I waved and headed in before she could notice the lump in my Dockers.
Changing clothes I pulled on a pair of cutoff sweats and an old t-shirt. I didn’t really expect her to come down as that was a common conversation between us and she had never stopped in. Grabbing a beer and settling in front of the computer I reflected. This was one of the few times I had seen her with so little on, although I had seen her in a bathing suit a few times.
Jan was a good looking lady, and was always nicely dressed. She was six inches shorter than me and small framed. Shoulder length brunette hair with sparkling blue eyes. I was sure she had a fine body when younger, but time had put a few pounds on her, not fat by any means, just matured. Her breasts were probably a C cup, nicely flared hips and from what I could tell by the way her suit protruded at her thighs a full mat of hair. Pussy hair, I imagined, that was as dark brown as the hair on her head.
I was reading some stories in Literotica as I emptied my beer. Glancing at the clock I could see it was after midnight. I got another beer and figured Jan wouldn’t be coming down so decided I’d read a couple more stories, finish my beer and if I found one that caught my interest I would jack off again before bed. Hell, my cock was already half hard from some that I had read!
I came across a good story of a husband that loved having his wife bring him her cum filled pussy for him to lick out. The writing was really good and again glancing at the clock I saw another half hour had passed. She won’t be coming now, I thought to myself, and reaching along the baggy leg of my sweats pulled my erection out the side. Slowly I began stroking the length, reading intently. Have you ever had the ‘feeling’ that someone is standing behind you?
