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A Saturday to Remember

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A Saturday to Remember by Dr FredOne never knows when opportunity will come knocking at the door. Late last summer I got a call from one of my former university students, Michelle. She had long since graduated. She and I had kept in touch via email and exchanged weekly updates and the myriad of jokes that the Internet has spawned. We even had lunch on occasion, though it had been more than a year and half since we last got together. I was pleasantly surprised to hear her voice since it been months since I last "chatted" with her on the phone. After exchanging a few pleasantries, she asked if I might be free for lunch one day because she wanted my opinion on something personal and knew that I would be able to help her. I readily agreed and suggested, rather than lunch, she come by my house the following Saturday since we could take as much time as necessary. My wife was out of town and it would give me something to do to kill time. She readily agreed, going as far as saying it would be even better than lunch. Michelle pulled into my driveway at exactly 10:00 a.m. Since we were old friends, I had decided to dress casually. I was wearing only a pair of very loose running shorts and T-shirt. I glanced out the window, I watched her climb out of her car. She was wearing a mini wrap-around skirt and halter. She had dynamite legs and perky breasts. Even at that distance I could see her nipples through the thin material of her top. Since it was not very hot outside, I remember thinking she obviously dressed for comfort. As she walked up the steps, I could feel my manhood stirring. "Settle down," I thought, reminding myself she really was coming by to talk. She knocked at the door and I opened it and remarked how great she looked. We hugged and exchanged a brief kiss. She gave me a quick once over and remarked that she was glad I was dressed so casual. Then smiled and pointed to the shorts and asked if they were "loose enough." I laughed and said I "As a matter of fact, they were." This may sound like a strange greeting, however, one of my fields is human sexuality and about two years ago, she and I were discussing some current film and the conversation turned to men's fantasies and then to masturbation. Well, during the discussion, to emphasize some point, I admitted that I enjoyed masturbating. Admitting such a thing to Michelle was surprisingly easy and I found myself with a hard-on. While I tried not to be obvious, she apparently noticed that I had to "adjust myself" a couple of times during our conversation. The third time, I explained that the conversation had, quite frankly, turned me on a bit and since I wear briefs and my jeans were on the tight side.... She said she understood, fortunately for her she was wearing a rather bulky sweater and I couldn't see that the subject had her excited as well. Well, we both laughed at that and went on with our discussions; and, until that Saturday neither of us mentioned either masturbation or loose fitting clothes again. So I figured by her comment, our conversation was going to turn to sexual matters. As she settled in on the couch, I asked if she wanted something to drink. I was thinking coffee or juice, but she asked if I had any wine, "After all it was too early for anything else." Well, I did have a fairly well stocked cellar. I asked red or white? She asked me to choose so I suggested a nice Chardonnay. Well, I hustled down to the basement, returning to the kitchen where I opened the bottle and poured the wine into two crystal glasses. She sat there with one leg tucked up under the other. As I poured the wine, the angle of her leg elevated her dress just enough so I could see she wore a pair of white cotton panties and that they were just thin enough to make out that she had a small mound of dark hair underneath. God! I was getting turned on again. I had to remind myself that she was here to discuss something and I needed to get my mind out of her drawers. I took my place opposite her, deciding on the rocking chair, since it, among other things, gave me the best view of her legs. We made a bit of small talk before the conversation turned to the subject at hand. She told me she was having problems with her boyfriend. It was nothing serious. But she found herself fantasizing more and more and, well, had become fascinated again by our earlier discussion of masturbation and couldn't stop thinking about it. She simply knew that she had to talk about it to someone or go crazy. I said she had come to the right place. I said she could tell me anything. I then asked her if she also masturbated while she fantasized. She actually blushed and I could tell she wasn't quite ready to go into details yet, so I laughed and said, "Oops, sorry. I'm getting a bit too personal." She giggled awkwardly, and said "You're not getting too personal, I want to share, but ... I was hoping you... I was wondering if you still..." "Do I still masturbate, even though I'm married? And do my fantasies affect our relationship?" I ventured. She nodded and said, "yes, I really want to hear you so I can, you know get in the mood. It's not easy for me to talk about such things." I replied, I didn't mind at all, and that I still masturbated daily. I asked if she wanted me to tell her a fantasy I might have, adding, "I hope you don't mind, If I build one around you." She took a drink and said, "Oh? Tell me?" Rather than tell about one of my standard fantasies, I decided on the spot to tell her a "fresh" story and live it out. I told her that after she called yesterday, "I began to think about our conversation and that it really turned me on to the point that in a matter of minutes I was out of my clothes." I looked at her and her smile told me to continue. "The fantasy, I told her, began just like today. Except, that I had planned a surprise. I have always wanted to have someone watch me play with myself so I decided to wear nothing but the jogging shorts so my 'friend' would have some 'breathing room.'" As I said this, I glanced down and stood up. I wanted to gauge her reaction early. I watched as her eyes moved below my belt line. "As you can see, I made a wise choice." And again we both laughed. "In my fantasy," I related, "as you and I talked, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. You were dressed just like you were today. A short skirt highlighting your gorgeous legs and figure. And, unlike the last time, a blouse which allows me to see your succulent nipples as they harden as you also get turned on." With that sh As continued my story I wanted to really begin to slowly massage my penis through the shorts. But I didn't want to risk it yet. But, the thought of actually living out one of my fantasy was driving me crazy. My cock was actually beginning to throb. So I decided to use this as the next part of the story. "As we talked about fantasies, I let my had slide down to my shorts." With this she looked in anticipation. She bit her lip and her eyes widened as I decided to slide my hand down and give my throbbing cock a stroke or two. But only for a second. I smiled and went back to the story. She smiled too as I continued with my tale. "I proceeded to slowly masturbate as we talked, all the while you were trying hard not to notice. But I simply continued to stroke as I went on and on with my story. After a while, I was very close to coming, but I was still wearing my shorts. Since you hadn't stopped me, indicated you wanted me naked, and I didn't want to come in my pants I stood up and went into the other "The other room?" She blurted out. Obviously this is what she expected to hear. "Yep, the other room," I said as, like in my story, stood up my erection still quite obvious tenting out the front of my shorts. "You mean in your fantasy, you went into the other room so you wouldn't come in your pants?" She asked incredulously. I almost died laughing, "Nope. I thought we could use a refill," picking up the empty glasses. As I did so, I let my hard-on brush against her arm. I swear she purred like a kitten. "If you have patience, I'll finish the story and I guarantee I won't cum in my pants." With that I winked and headed out to get more wine. As I pulled out the wine, from the fridge, I pulled off my shorts and my shirt. I was now buck naked and took a slug of wine before refilling the glasses. I then gave myself a few hard stokes, God did that feel good. Then, with my dick at full mast, I marched back into the living room, heart beating faster and faster. I was going for broke. She had taken her shoes off and repositioned herself while I was in the kitchen. As I approached her, she looked up and her eyes dead on target. As I handed her the wine, I continued the story as if nothing changed. "Before I left for the kitchen, I decided that I had to get out of the shorts. So I decided to..." "Decided to take the opportunity to actually live out the fantasy as you told it?" she interrupted. But she had a great big smile on her face, leaning back now and crossing her long legs just so the tips of her toes brushed against my left leg. I just stood in front of her and admitted that I was indeed living out a fantasy, and if I were to continue scripting it, "you would ask me to sit down and give myself a hand job, while you told me your story. Perhaps you might even remove some of your clothing to enhance the image." What the heck, I thought, I had nothing to lose at this point. As if I had written the whole thing out, fantasy and reality merged. She said, "Please, sit down. Enjoy yourself. I really want to tell share with you my fantasy, since I too am living part of it as we speak." Before she began her story, though, I asked if I could run upstairs for just a minute, I needed some help. She looked at me a bit odd, until I explained I didn't like to just use my hand, I like to use a soft T-shirt to masturbate. As I folded my shirt into thirds, wrapping it around my cock and slowly began to massage myself up and down, she related her new fantasy. "A few weeks back, I noticed a guy staring at my legs, and it really excited me. I wondered what it would be like to strip in front of someone and have him masturbate in front of me. I pictured a guy with his penis hard and his hand going up and down, wanting me, but knowing he can't have me," with the last words she grinned a devilish smile. I stroked harder. She stood up and I know I must have had a look of anticipation as I licked my lips, stroked and let my eyes wander from her toes to her glistening blue eyes. She closed her eyes and began to sway to some unknown melody in her mind. As she moved, her hands began to roam all over her body. I had a great deal of trouble controlling my speed. I almost came several times. She began by slowly lifting her skirt, only a little, exposing a bit of thigh. Then bolder, pulling her skirt up in front exposing her panties. As she lowered her skirt, her right hand, middle fingers extended, caressed her womanhood, ever so slightly. She now had her eyes opened and reaching up under her skirt, elevating it in the process, she pulled her panties to her knees and again began dancing as the panties slowly moved down her caves to the floor. She stepped out of them with one leg, with the other picked the panties up. I needed to rest, or I would have certainly cummed in anticipation. So I stood up with my hands apart. She took the hint and laughingly kicked her panties toward my cock. It fell short, but what the heck. I danced with her in time as she continued her strip. She then reached around and undid the button holding her wrap-around in place. With one hand holding the skirt in place, she wrapped the small end loosely around my penis. The touch of her hand caused me to cry out in absolute pleasure; she smiled again and pulled back as the cloth became taut. She then let her inch along her waist towards her back, as I masturbated now with the loose end the other end began unraveling revealing a small, neatly trimmed tuft of soft black hair. She pulled back her skirt and tossed it aside. I again sat down in my chair, and again grabbed my favorite T-shirt and began to masturbate in time with her rhythm. I had only imagined her breasts before, getting only a glimpse of he nipples through her halter. But when she undid the strings and let the halter fall to the fall, I nearly shot my load then and there. She had small, firm breasts, and puffy nipples that were about the size of half-dollars. They were pink and the nipples oh-so subtle. She was now completely naked and I was really hurting, but determined to hold off until I had her undivided attention. Finally, she must have sensed I was ready, she stopped moving and now stared at me in anticipation. As she stood there completely naked, I told her how much I wanted her body, her touch and that I had to come, I could wait no longer. With a few hard strokes, wham, I dropped my shirt and grabbed my dick and shot one of the most satisfying explosions I have ever had. I shot up my chest, on my shoulder, all over my belly and hand. All the time looking at her. She bit her lower lip, went into a crouch, and yelled, "Yes!" She sat down at my feet and aske What did I think? I told her to look at me and the mess "she caused." I couldn't remember having such a great thrill in a long time. I asked what she thought. I gave no mind to cleaning up, I just wanted her reaction. "I am still excited, I never thought I would like to watch a man play with himself, much less be the object. But I did enjoy it. What were you thinking as you came. I saw your eyes and it, it...it was wonderful." I told her, I was imaging what it would be like to touch her, feel her, and simply what a great thrill it was just looking at her. Was she still turned on as I still was? I still had an erection, while not quite as sensitive, I was indeed still turned on. She said she was. I suggested that now that she was over her initial embarrassment, how about her putting on a show for me? I always wanted to watch a beautiful women masturbate and I would put on a show for her just name it, masturbate again, dance, strip, whatever. She blushed and said, "what the heck. "Go ahead and start without me if you'd like. In fact pretend that you are home alone and doing it. I will come down and surprise you!" So off I went, semi-erect and contemplating our next adventure. As I looked down, before disappearing on the second floor, I saw her spread eagle, eyes closed, slowly rubbing her fingers between her legs. I came down about five minutes later dressed in jeans, T-shirt, unbuttoned short sleeve shirt, and socks and tennis shoes. I found an old pair of my wife's nylons and put it on my head as a mask and proceeded to sneak down and "surprise her." When she looked up, she played her role well, she shrieked and tried to cover herself. I told her if she didn't want to get hurt, she'd better do as I say. She timidly agreed and exposed herself as I ordered her to do so. I then told her to finger herself. As she again moved her fingers over her clit and into her cunt, and played with her nipples, I began to undress. As I unzipped my pants and pulled each piece of clothing off, I related a bit more of my intentions. I was going to tie her up, first her hands so she couldn't fight me, and then her legs, spread eagled on the bed. Then, while she was securely tied, I would force her to suck my cock. I then described in detail how I would bring her to ecstasy with my tongue and lips. I would begin with her toes, by this time I had stripped completely, including my mask. With Michelle watching me intently the whole time, she had cum at least twice and was really into masturbating. by now I laid down next her, my head towards her feet so my dick was parallel with her head and begun to stroke in time with her. When I reached the part of my story of actually fucking her, she was well into yet another orgasm, her hand and inner thigh completely wet with her juices. I could smell her musk and before I realized it, I had cum all over her breasts, hair, and face. As I spurted , she moved her hand even quicker and moaned louder as she also exploded into one final orgasm. We were both spent. Exhausted shifted positions and held her for nearly an hour. Finally, the day's activities sunk in. I sensed that neither of us wanted to get dressed and face reality. But we eventually stood up, took a quick shower and got dressed. We ordered some Chinese food and talked a bit on how great it was to live out a fantasy, but with my wife coming home the next day and her boyfriend as jealous as he was, it was probably best not to make a habit of living out our fantasies. Nonetheless, we both decided it was healthy and that it would in effect keep us from wondering what it might be like. We still keep in touch. She has since married her boyfriend, but we never mention our one day of unabashed fantasy. My sex life with my wife has never been better, and I still have great one on one sessions remembering that Saturday.

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