I've been reading Solo Touch for many years and have even contributed a few times. Some recent stories about 'edging' reminded me of an unintentional edging experience I had years ago.
It was the Summer of 1985. Jill was 18 and had just graduated high school and was starting college in a couple months. I had just graduated college and was bartending in a local dance club while seeking employment in my chosen field. I can't really say I knew her, but she seemed to know who I was when she sat down at the bar and introduced herself (yes, the drinking age was 19 back then). Jill had a cute face with tall and very thin body...and didn't appear to have much of a chest. While I was typically drawn to girls with more meat on their bones, we had several great conservations through the evening and when it was closing time, I asked her if she wanted to get together sometime. She happily agreed.
After a couple dates, it became clear that Jill was very inexperienced sexually but eager to change that. She admitted to me that not only was she a virgin, but that she'd never gone beyond kissing. She was totally fascinated by my cock and would unzip my pants at any opportunity to pull it out, examine it and play with it. Since she was still living at home, that frequently happened at her parent's home when they were gone (or even in another part of the house). She would wrap her long, thin fingers around my throbbing dick and awkwardly attempt to jerk me off. Honestly, combining her poor technique (how could she know) and the absence of lube, it wasn't that great for me. And even in the moments, she'd stumble across a good spot, she'd invariably stop just as I was getting close. It was frustrating but I guess I was too dumb or shy to give her any instructions.
That is...until a Sunday afternoon I stopped by her house to drop off a couple things she'd left in my car. Jill invited me in for something to drink and to watch some tv. We plopped down on the floor in the family room, leaning against the couch and started watching an old movie in between intense kisses. It wasn't long before I felt her hands undoing my shorts and pulling out my cock. By this time, she was beginning to develop a bit of technique and while she still wasn't using anything to lube my cock, she was using a much softer grip and it felt better than worse. She would tug and stroke for a couple minutes and as the pressure would start to build, she would inevitably stop. Mind you, this wasn't by design...just inexperience on her part. I hadn't gotten very close about 6-7 times over the course of about 40 minutes and felt like I was going to explode...literally. I was sitting on the floor with my shorts around my thighs and Jill had gone to the kitchen to get more ice water. She sat back down on the floor and began toying with my dick again. Finally, I told her I was going crazy and that she should rub an ice cube in her hands to get them wet. She looked a bit confused but obeyed. Once her hand was dripping, I place it on my cock and wrapped my fingers around hers and guided them up and down over the head. I whispered, 'like this.'
The look on her face was priceless. It wasn't lustful but more determined and focused. This was definitely much better and I could feel my orgasm coming fast. My hips started moving involuntarily and she asked in a very matter of fact tone, 'are you gonna cum?'
I could barely speak at that point and just grunted, 'don't stop.'
Seconds later, I exploded sending long ropes of cum up over my shoulder. It was amazing, I'd never felt or seen anything like it...the first 4 or 5 spurts must have traveled 6 feet and the last couple ended up on my shirt. I just sat there shaking for a few moments with my eye closed. I could hear Jill saying 'Oh my God' over and over.
As I regained my senses, I opened my eyes to see Jill on her knees staring over my shoulder. I turned to find 2 splatters of cum on the wall above the back of the couch, 2 on the upper portion of the couch itself and 1 on the seat cushion. Mind you, this was the first time Jill had ever seen a guy cum so she was even more shocked than I was. She asked, 'does that always happen?'
I laughed and said, 'not like that...that's crazy!' The intensity of the moment was short-lived as she quickly became panicked about cleaning it up before her parents returned home. A couple of days later, she called to tell me she couldn't stop thinking about seeing me cum and it had her so turned that she'd decided she wanted me to be the one to take her virginity...and that she'd even gone to the drug store and bought some condoms. While a lot of guys probably think this is crazy, I really didn't want to be her first. I'd been through that with a girl in college and knew that getting out of a relationship after being the first was tricky business. Over the next couple weeks, I made a variety of excuses for not getting together with her and eventually she went off to college and I never heard from Jill again.
However, the edging technique she inadvertently taught me remains a staple of my masturbatory routine to this day. Granted, at 49, I can't shoot over my shoulder and hit the wall no matter how much pressure I build! LOL But, it's still an intense experience and I don't hesitate to teach it to the ladies in my life anymore.