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How do I put this into words?

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: solohappy Posted on: 17 Jan 2006 1 comments
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"How do I put this in words?" she asked me, "we're lying here in your pool totally naked on air mattresses; we've been doing this every weekend for almost a whole month.....and it seems like if we ever had sex together it would totally ruin everything."I have to qualify two things before we go any further; a) "having sex together" does not include masturbating together, and b) this is just a huge inflatable pool that barely fits two people each on their own air mattresses comfortably. I guess qualifying the size and type of my swimming pool wasn't all together that necessary, but it certainly will help me convey the balance of this story as it applies to the experience of enjoying masturbation with a friend.I live on a very remote piece of property in a house that I built myself. A young woman who I work with found the fact that in today's world someone still knew how to do all that was intriguing. She came out for a bar-b-que one afternoon and fell in love with the house, the privacy....and my dogs. She became my dog and house sitter when I had to travel. The prospect of becoming girl-and-boyfriend even though we got along so well never really entered the picture; primarily because she's twenty-five years younger than me; and inasmuch as someday she will find the right guy to have a family with -- I'm finished with all that; my kids are grown up and I'm divorced probably never to marry ever again. She lives in an apartment and loves to go out at night; I'm usually in bed by nine o'clock. The intimate side of our friendship began to unfold one day when she told me that she needed me to make another business trip soon because her suntan was fading; and she refused to sit in the sun at her apartment complex pool because it was just too much like a "meat market" with too many guys with too many standard "pick-up" lines. She also told me that she enjoyed house sitting so much because she loved the dogs, the privacy and being able to sunbathe nude. "Look....with no strings attached; I consider you a very good friend; I feel as if I could come out there and sunbathe nude even when you're around," she told me one day; and (somewhat reluctantly) I agreed.So early one Saturday morning she arrived with an overnight bag. Within thirty minutes she stood in front of me wearing only a towel around her waist and asked "do you think this is going to work?" And it did. She went and laid in the pool and I went out on the tractor to mow some fields. I had told her long before she first housesat that I really enjoyed the privacy I had, and without elaborating in detail she knew that I meant to include the privilege of being able to sit outside in the morning naked while having a cup of coffee as well as lounging nude in the inflatable pool on a lazy hot summer afternoon. On that first day she came to sun with me there her comfort zone extended to just going topless; and truthfully that was enough - for both of us. That first evening we ate shish kabobs while watching television; as luck would have it there were two totally separate references to masturbation on two totally separate programs that night, and we both laughed. She slept in the "penthouse suite" that evening and I slept in a guest bedroom.Being direct and straight-forward are two characteristics that this young lady does not lack; the next morning over coffee she asked me how often I masturbated; and I admitted "about once a day; but there are times when I might go a week or two without touching myself at all." "I'm the same way," she said, "it's like a cycle tied to emotions, and for me it's tied to my menstrual cycle as well.....did you masturbate last night?" "Yes," I admitted; her quick and unabashed question didn't even give me a chance to lie. "I did too," she added, "it felt great with a tiny hint of sunburn all over my body."She began to spend at least one weekend night three or even four weekends each month out at the house. She invariably would take her top off while she was driving out here either very early in the morning or very late at night; and she was out of her shorts within minutes upon her arrival. It didn't take too long before she said "I want you to strip too when I'm out here; I think it's the most fun when we can have our own little nudist resort." She asked me in her point-blank fashion one day "Do you have erectile dysfunction; do you have to take Viagra before you masturbate?" I told her no, and that one of the "hardest" things for me to convey to the couple of women who I had been intimate with in the past was that masturbating as foreplay was a much more effective and fun stimulant then any pill.....but that invariably they found masturbation "odd" and even disgusting. I admitted that there were times when she and I had such open discussions that I sensed an erection coming on; but that I was concerned that would offend her. "No way" she responded; and then one evening she suggested that we masturbate in front of each other....and we did.From that point forward our "animalistic" and/or natural needs to fulfill our sexual desires became as innocent and as accepted as anyone of you could ever imagine. She encouraged me to both teach her about a man's sexuality as well as eagerly taught me about her own; we both learned a lot about the opposite sex's "hot spots." She grew to enjoy having her picture taken while she played with herself; and we both used lots and lots of those pictures after they were loaded onto CDs for our laptops to fuel our fantasies on nights when we were alone. We taught each other how to give better massages as well as how to shave each others genitals; but never once did we have intercourse. We've known each other now for going on three years. She doesn't come out to visit as much as she used to, and rarely even once every two months during the cold or winter months, but we still readily share an openness when the occasion presents itself.....and she will sometimes let me know that the time is right with a simple phone message similar to "Hi! I feel like I want to be a dirty slut this weekend and masturbate my pussy in front of you....let me know if that's convenient." I gave her a movie camera for a "first anniversary" present; just after the Christmas holidays last year and after not seeing her for almost two months, her present to me was stripping in front of the fireplace in order to show me her newly pierced nipples and clitoral hood. It's as if we've taken a graduate course in human relations together....and our "diplomas" hang only in the secrecy of our memories. This after this past Christmas I had the opportunity to take her and her somewhat new and very serious beau out to lunch; I think that this guy might be the right one. He will be one very, very lucky man....but by no means any luckier or fortunate than I have been.___________________[sig]Outdoors Westerner[/sig]