As a single man in my early thirties I had finally succeeded in buying my own home, a small but solid nineteen thirties built terraced house in a downmarket part of town.
Until then I'd been sharing a house with other guys with all the lack of privacy that involved. The walls had been so thin that if a guy brought a girl home everybody could their grunts and squeals. My bed rattled so when I masturbated they all knew about it. Now alone at last in the privacy of my own bedroom I decided to christen my room with a long hard relaxed wank.
In one of the boxes around me was my collection of porn magazines, mostly classic old British Fiesta and Men Only magazines. I also had some panties and thongs from past girl friends. The guys I'd shared with had constantly been borrowing my porn and panties, now I had them all to myself. I stripped naked and knelt on the bed with my legs wide. That's my favourite masturbation position. I love the feel of my erect penis sticking out and my balls swinging, and it pulls my muscles tight. Also if I'm fortunate enough to be masturbating with someone or being hand jobbed she, or sometimes he, can reach under me to play with my balls the way I like.
I opened one of my magazines and leafed through to one of my favourites, pictures of a big titted, hairy cunted leggy blonde woman sprawled nude on a rug. As I savoured my blonde I played with my sex kit, fingering my penis. I also got a girl's pastel pink satin panties from my collection and brushed them over my cock and balls remembering the feel of her fingers, lips and tongue. I got my erection straining iron hard bending up in front of me at the peak of erection stiffness and sensitivity. I wrapped my fist round my shaft and began to masturbate, stroking and tugging my shaft smoothly and rhythmically, taking my time. Then the strangest thing happened.
Suddenly I felt I was being watched. Instinctively I looked at the window but the curtains were closed. It was eerie but not unpleasant, rather exciting in fact. I'd masturbated naked plenty of times in front of girls at wild parties and it felt a bit like that. Then it was as if the blonde I was ogling in my magazine became real. I could all but feel her big soft breasts pressing against my arm, her smooth legs and bottom against my spare hand and her bush of brown cunt hair brushing my thigh.
I continued to masturbate enjoying the heightened reality of my porn girl with the pleasure steadily rising in my straining penis. I was edging, holding my aching hard penis on the brink of orgasm when I felt a hand on my bottom, caressing my bum cheeks, tickling me slowly down my bum crack and reaching under me. I glanced round but there was no one there. The hand caressed the inside tops of my thighs and played lightly with my balls the way that drives me wild. By then I was too close to orgasm to care what was going on. I came in a delicious slowly and smoothly rising cum, grunting loudly as I shot a hefty load over the panties. As I knelt there afterwards with a strand of semen dangling from my still half erect swinging cock I was suddenly alone again.
At first I put that experience down to my exhilaration at my new found freedom to masturbate as hard as I liked making as much noise as I wanted to. But over the next weeks I sensed that unseen presence again and again as I masturbated, whether over porn or just my fantasies. In the shower I sometimes felt I had a woman in the cubicle with me, her naked body against mine, soaping my sex kit and licking the lather off my penis. Such showers left me with a steel hard erection needing hand relief splashing my load against the cubicle walls. Then the dreams started.
The first dream was so vivid I remember every detail. I was in a bedroom and somehow I knew it was the bedroom in my house. But instead of the bland patterned wallpaper the walls were painted pink, there were full length mirrors around the walls, pictures of naked women on the walls between the mirrors, and even mirrors on the ceiling. I was standing there stark naked with a straining rock hard erection and I knew I was waiting for someone. I didn't have to wait long.
The door opened and in walked a woman. She looked about my age, average pretty with dark curly hair to her shoulders. She was wearing a deep red sleeveless top that clung to her large breasts, a black leather miniskirt high up sheer black nylon clad thighs, and black high heels. With the door closed she stood leaning back against the wall with her legs spread provocatively wide, giving me a mischievous smile. I walked up to her and lifted the front of her skirt. I saw that she was wearing black lace panties and stockings with black suspender straps crossing her thighs. I stroked her bare thighs above her stockings, played with her suspender straps and felt the bulge of her mound through her panties before I slipped my hand down inside her panties. Her pussy was quite hairy like the women in my classic porn magazines.
She did a slow striptease for me. She really knew how to take her clothes off in a way that strained a guy's cock. She slipped off her top first revealing a black lace bra that matched her panties, with cups only just big enough to sling her big breasts. Next she slowly unbuttoned her black leather skirt down the side and let it drop.
She let me take off her bra. As I played with her big round breasts she fondled my balls and hard up cock. Somehow I managed not to shoot my load there and then. She bent over the bed with her bottom toward me for me to slip her panties off. With her panties down she spread her legs wide and sensuously swayed her smooth round bottom. I had a lond fondle of her thighs and bottom and reached under her from behind to play with her pussy. She got on the bed to spread and fold up her legs to slip her stockings off. Somehow she knew I have a fetish about women taking their stockings off. I find watching a woman doing that incredibly erotic.
