True story, just a few minor changes to protect identities.
After my first partner died in tragic circumstances, I was troubled by unwanted erections. Remembering my teenage years, when the only solution seemed to be to masturbate, I did just that, masturbating wildly like a hormone loaded lad and sure enough the erection would subside, at least for a while until it was necessary to do it again. Wow, three or four times in the night, and at my age?
Before long I yearned for female company to share my renewed 'energies' and found an advertisement from a woman who seemed to have similar cultural and sexual interests-and she proved to be very passionate with a lovely body, good sized firm breasts, tight vagina despite having borne children. She lived some distance away, so my visits were limited to the weekends when we made the most of the couple of nights and days together. So was there a problem? Well yes there was. It was the 'wrong time of the month' she was completely disinterested in sex, although I was always horny-and obviously so. But when I gently suggested she might take me in hand she resisted, saying that she didn't know what to do. I took her hand and showed how to do it, but she wasn't very good and soon lost all interest, but there were still those melons between my legs just begging to be emptied, and it just got worse as the end of the weekend approached, and it was time for me to return home.
Driving a car when your groin is crying out for urgent attention is not a good thing, but how to masturbate while driving along without shooting cum all over clothes and the car? The solution was to visit the bathroom just before leaving, fit a condom, and tuck things away in tight pants. Once on the road and well away from houses, I slowed down a little and carefully extracated my throbbing erection from my trousers. If another car approached, I pushed my penis back just inside my trousers, until the coast was clear-and the same when going through one of the many small villages on the route.. These continuous interruptions enhanced those wonderful feelings, when you are gently masturbating and slowing down to prolong the pleasures for as long as possible. The time to finish was just before arriving at the larger towns. There was a long straight road, and when there were no cars in sight either way I came and the condom teat was stretched tight with the copious ejaculation. When my erection had subsided the condom was removed, taking care not to spill any of the contents. A few more miles further on, as the road went through a wood, it was thrown out of the window. Mission accomplished.
Well I have been living with that delightful woman for some years now, but despite a very good sex life still enjoy masturbating almost every week when along in the house. Long may it continue.