A few days after I masturbated in front of my old friend Sara, she came back over and got herself off in front of me. Which I thoroughly enjoyed. Thoroughly.
She had told me quite some time ago that she'd be into masturbating while I watched, and after my performance a few days earlier, she was ready to give it a try. Well, she wanted to have a few beers first, but she was ready nonetheless.
We were hanging out in my bedroom, her sitting on the edge of the bed, me sitting on the floor, and she asked me if she turned me on. I said yes, quite a bit, and she asked me what about her did it. "Well, I think it's mostly how open you are about sex," I said. "Talking has always turned me on more than anything else." She smiled at me and laid back on the bed. "And it doesn't hurt that you've got an amazing body," I said, looking at her reclining profile. She was wearing a thin charcoal gray sweater and a pair of jeans. I love a girl dressed in comfortable, simple clothes — that's so much hotter to me than anything fancy. I admired the soft outline of her breasts through the sweater. "You really are a babe, Sara."
She laughed and told me to help her get turned on. "Tell me about one of your fantasies, a hot one," she said. I sat on the bed next to her and told her I thought we should sneak into a pool sometime and go skinny dipping together, then masturbate together in the showers. "Tell me what you'd like to do to me in the showers," she said slowly, smirking. I got the hint, and started describing to her slowly what we would do to each other's bodies, if I were to ever be so lucky.
As I talked, Sara closed her eyes and began to run her hands softly over her stomach and breasts. By the time I finished she was moaning quietly under her breath, and appeared to be completely oblivious to me sitting next to her. Her left hand had disappeared down into her jeans and the other up under her shirt. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. "Man, I'm getting turned on," she said. "I suppose I had better get rid of some clothing." Sara stood up and pulled the sweater over her head. Her bra was chocolate brown, but I hardly noticed; she unhooked it immediately and let it drop to the floor. She stood looking down at me, but I was looking at her breasts, so firm and perky. Her nipples were a deep sultry red, and hard. As I looked down to her firm stomach she undid the button of her jeans and pulled them off. She turned around to hang her jeans on the chair and I looked up at her butt, round and full, but equally smooth and firm. She laid back down on the bed next to me and said she was really turned on.
