The red hot "wire" between her nipples and her clit.

A steamy, erotic relationship started innocently. Katie and I were co-workers who sometimes traveled together. On one trip in California, we took a long barefoot walk on the beach after dinner. Neither of us felt like sleeping, so we sat on her balcony and shared our souls with each other into the wee, small hours of the morning. I called her over the weekend after we got home and asked if she had any thoughts about our time together. Her response gave me a warm feeling: "Only good ones." It became clear that we had feelings for each other, and that is how it all started.

As our relationship progressed through several more business trips, we would spend the nights together in one of our rooms and pleasure each other into the night. Mostly I would pleasure her. One night after she had reached orgasm, she said "I want to cum again, and this time I want some pain with it." That is when learned that her nipples were extremely erotic for her and that she wanted them twisted and squeezed pretty hard. I didn't like hurting her, but she craved for it. As I twisted and squeezed them, she would moan and confess her sexual secrets. What really got me was when she said "It feels like there must be a wire between my nipples and my clitoris!" (Diana alluded to something like that in her story, which is what brought my old memories back.) I would keep working on her tits with my mouth and one hand, while my other hand circled her clit, occasionally dipping inside her cunt (as she like to call it) for more slippery wetness. We would go on like this for hours on end.

One time after she had several orgasms, I asked hesitantly "Do you...masturbate?" She said "Uh huh. Do you?" I said I did, and would really love to see how she does it. To my disappointment, she did not offer to show me, but we talked about some of the details. She said she keeps a back massager in her dresser drawer and uses that when she is feeling horny, after learning that she felt demeaned when she would have sex on a date just to satisfy it. I asked if she uses her finger too, and she said she used to, but now that she has the vibrator, she has gotten too lazy.

I wanted to see her masturbate and to masturbate in front of her. Wanted her to see me doing what I had only done in private. To see my hand on my hard dick, stroking it. To see her touching and fingering herself; to be let inside her private sexual world. That was the intimacy I craved!

One time at her house, I had made her cum with my fingers and tongue, and was straddling her chest and belly, beating off where she could see me. I came to the edge a few times and pulled back, wanting this time to last. I laid on her, cupped her breasts with my hands, and whispered in her ear that I wanted her to cum again. She told me to reach inside her second drawer, in the back, under her panties, and get her vibrator and bring it to her. THAT was a turn on! Being naked with a hard on, going through her panty drawer while she watched me, knowing that we were finally going to be masturbating together. Being allowed into her secret world. It screamed intimacy! She reached down and plugged it into the power strip at the edge of her bed.

I laid next to her and did whatever she asked me to do to her nipples: twist, pinch, roll, suck, bite. She rewarded me by telling me exactly what she was doing and feeling. She told me how the sensation would build up and then become so intense that she would have to turn off the massager and let it lay across her thighs for awhile. It had a cup-like attachment, and she showed me how she liked having just the rim of the cup touching her clitoris. The intimacy was thrilling me! I got to see her cum that way not one, but three times. The last time, we were both lying on our backs and I was contentedly beating off while she jilled. She would alternate between having the vibrator on her clit and putting it over the head of my penis, which felt unbelievable! Finally, I could stand it no longer and shot my hot cum into that cup while it vibrated relentlessly around the tip of my dick. Katie just smiled and moved it back to her, dripping my cum all over her cunt, I am sure. I heard her breath heave and saw her hips thrusting upward as she reached one final, intense orgasm.

After that we just laid there, totally spent. Finally, I got up and brought a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned her breasts, her pussy and thighs, the cup of her vibrator, and my penis, in that order. I laid on top of her and she wrapped her legs around me and held me close.

Years later when we reminisced about our steamy affair, she said "Our mutual masturbation was the most intimate thing we did together." It sure was for me, too!