At 42 I still rarely go a day without having to get myself off. Even when I'm having regular sex, there is still nothing quite like the orgasms I can give myself. I also love watching men wank and mutual masturbation has always featured heavily in any of my relationships. I'm also a bit of an exhibitionist and love showing off my hairy pussy whenever I get the chance. I regularly go into the sauna at my local health club, wrapped in just a short towel, and make a point of sitting with my legs apart just enough that anyone who cares to look gets a good view of my fanny.
But the story I am going to tell happened when I was about 19, when I was working in an office. I was constantly horny, even though I had an older, very well-endowed boyfriend, who knew I needed several orgasms in all of our sex sessions, and always made sure I got them, I still had to get myself off at least twice a day. Most days I would go to the ladies, lock myself in one of the cubicles, pull down my knickers and rub my clit to a good hard cum.
On this particular day, I decided to spend my lunch hour in the rarely used first aid room. I took off my tights and knickers and hopped up onto the bed. I sat with my back to the wall with my legs spread wide and my feet firmly planted on the bed. My cunt was wet and pulsing, and I quickly got to work, the fingers of my left hand frigging my wet hole and my right hand strumming my swollen hard clit.
I was moaning and getting close to a what I knew would be a crashing orgasm, when the door (which I thought I had locked) flew open and the office handyman stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the sight of me frigging my wet hairy pussy. I froze for a few seconds, instantly expecting him to start yelling at me. I couldn't believe my eyes when he pushed the door closed, unzipped his trousers and pulled out a thick juicy cock, already growing to full hardness, and started to wank it vigorously. 'Don't stop' he panted. Too horny to care, I carried on rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy, so wet that the sloshing sound could be clearly heard.
I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful piece of meat and the sight of him wanking it hard, pre-cum already leaking out of the shiny purple knob-end, sent me over the edge. By this time he had pushed his trousers down far enough that I could see a huge heavy pair of balls hanging between his legs. From that day to this, I have been fascinated by big balls. I started cumming harder than ever before, over and over, squirting my juices all over the vinyl-covered bed. I opened my eyes as my orgasm finally started to subside, just in time to see him unleash a huge load of thick, white cum all over the floor.
We cleaned ourselves up, and the room, with some embarrassment, but also giggling about what we had just done. We agreed to keep it a secret between us and nothing ever happened again.