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She Loved To Watch

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I began masturbating when I was about 10. I discovered it mostly by accident, but after I did, I just never stopped. I was raised by my dad in a very, very small one bedroom apartment and had zero privacy. There was a small wooded area not far from where we lived and I used to go there to masturbate. From the spring through early fall it was wonderful because of the warmth and, of course, the privacy it afforded me to be able to unfasten my trousers and lower them with my shorts, lie down on the soft leaves, and enjoy the physical sensations of playing with my cock and balls.

I'd been doing this for some time when, on a warm summer afternoon, I thought I saw someone else in the woods. I panicked and didn't know what to do. I looked harder and decided it was my imagination playing tricks on me. So, I lay back down and finished what I'd started. I always went to that special little place I'd found around 3 in the afternoon. It sort of became a habit. When I returned the next day, I remembered the feeling I had the previous day of someone watching me. Instead of making me afraid, it sort of turned me on and my little cock got immediately hard. I didn't take but a couple of moments before I had my pants and shorts around my ankles and I was laying on the soft ground masturbating. Then, I had that funny feeling once again. But this time I didn't jump up in panic. I just sort of looked around slowly to see if there was anyone there. As I gazed to my left, I saw tresses of long, blond hair disappearing behind a tree. It wasn't my imagination, I knew I'd seen something. I really was at a loss for what to do. I kept looking at the same spot, but I didn't see that hair again. So, I continued to masturbate. Very slowly as I played with myself, I turned my head. Then I saw her. It was a neighbor lady who lived not far from where I did. She had seen me go back to jerking off and she had come out from behind where she was hiding. I jumped up as fast as I could, but I tripped over my lowered pants and shorts and I fell down. She ran over to me and lifted me up. I began to cry, not because I was hurt, but because I'd been caught. My pants were still down and she hugged me close to her.

I said, 'Please, don't tell on me!'

She replied, 'Oh, Dave, I'd never do that. I've been watching you for a while now and I enjoy it so very much. Your secret is safe with me.'

She held me and then dried my tears. She said softly to me, 'Honey, don't you want to finish what you started?'

I nodded my head. She took my hand and placed it on my now flaccid cock. I began to play with it and as I did, she reached up under her skirt, lifted it, and showed me that she, too, loved to masturbate. It didn't take me 30 seconds to have an orgasm and, although I didn't really understand it, she did too.

Her name was Mrs. Brown. She was a married lady probably in her 40's or so. She had no kids and she loved to watch boys and men masturbate. This went on for quite some time, perhaps a couple of years or so. We never had 'real' sex. Then, she and her husband moved away because of her work.

I missed her greatly. And, now that I'm old and grey, I still do!



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