Feast for All Senses

I have always loved the sight, sounds, and fragrance of a woman masturbating. Even from the age of 13, it was the focus of my own masturbatory fantasies (which were frequent). It’s the look on their face, the way their body is responding to their own touch, and of course everything their hands are doing, and touching. One of my first girlfriends (we’ll call her Melissa) was insatiable. She was 5’10” (I’m 5’9”) with long light brown curly hair, light brown eyes, luscious lips that frequently had a naughty little smirk, D cups, a slim waistline and plenty of booty to keep me happy. I was a late bloomer when it came to my experience with women, and she was insatiable. She was always telling me how much she loved oral. Looking back, she was implying I did not do it enough. With her constant arousal, I found myself struggling to keep up with her appetite. She had admitted to me that she m_ed in private, but never shared any details. This used to drive me crazy. When we moved in together it was very exciting at first, and I had the time (and space) to keep her satisfied. But after a year living together and a new job that required long days outside doing physical labor, I know she was left wanting. Things were becoming stale until one night after an exceptionally long day at work. I came home after a 14 hour day to find her dressed in a light blue, short cotton night gown that came down about 6 inches below her crotch. She looked amazing and I could tell she was ready to go. She emphasized this by sitting on my lap as I was trying to get my boots off, and kissing my ears and neck (which usually does it for me). When she was on my lap, I thought I smelled her arousal, but didn’t think much of it. I was too tired. I felt bad, and told her so. She took it in stride and got into bed. Once I got into bed I lay on my back as she put her head on my shoulder and hand on my chest. We talked about our day, and as we did, she moved her hand up my chest close to my face and I thought I again smelled her arousal, which surprised me. I turned off the light, rolled over to get comfortable for sleep, and quickly drifted off. I woke up some time later to barely detectable rhythmic movement of the bed. My eyes popped open. There was no way she was doing that right next to me when she wouldn’t even talk about what she did in private. As I lay there I heard her breathing catching and quickening, and the slight rhythmic rustling of the sheets. I was starting to get aroused at the thought but was still in denial. When the rustling of the sheets was joined by subtle sticky wet sounds, I instantly got hard. “Are you doing what I think you are doing??” I’m sure my voice cracked, as my throat was dry. Instead of answering, she kicked off the covers and the movement and wet sounds became much less subtle. I could smell her arousal. Her breathing quickened even more, and after some rustling and additional movement I felt her wet fingers across my neck. “do you want to watch?” she panted in a whisper. Her voice caught, but I could not tell if it was because she was nervous or turned on. She had not even paused in her movements to ask, and I could hear the wet sounds continue as I recovered from shock. I didn’t know what to say…of course I wanted to watch! …but this was unexpected. “…yes.” The pause was too long. “then turn on the light, silly” her confidence and relaxed voice were a huge turn on. I turned on the lights to see her on her back, legs spread with her knees bent slightly and raised about a foot off the bed. Her night gown was pulled up exposing matching cotton panties with a tennis ball sized wet spot VERY visible in the crotch. Her hand was under her panties moving slowly up and down her mound. I could not see exactly what she was doing, but on the down movement her arm would be all the way extended and her index finger and pinky finger would pop out the elastic sides with the bright red polish showing, while the shapes of her ring and middle fingers would disappear. On the way back up, there was a wet sound. I almost came right there. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open slightly, and I could see her hips subtly raising to meet what her hand was doing. I sat there in awe, not knowing what to say or do, but my boxers were definitely tented. When I didn’t do anything, she paused, her hand still in her panties, fingers slowly playing. “This is the sexiest thing I have even seen. Ever”. It was not an exaggeration. I can still see it clearly, more than 20 years later. “You think so?” she asked, the little smirk fit right in with the flush of her cheeks. “I have been doing it all day…even at work”. This blew me away. “I usually do it on my lunch break, either in the bathroom or in my truck. Today I also did it in the stock room, and in the office, when I could”. “Does that make you want to do it too...right now?” she asked I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I had my boxers off in seconds and showed her my answer. She watched me off and on, sometimes closing her eyes, sometimes staring at what I was doing. Finally she said “Will you help me? Will you kiss my thighs while I do it?” I stopped what I was doing and bent down, slowly working my way up her thighs with kisses. When I got close to her panties I stopped and watched for a little while. Enjoying the close up view, and amazing aroma, and delicious sounds, and still intrigued by what I could not see. “My panties have been wet all day, can you smell them?” She continued her play. “yeah, they smell amazing”. They did. “Take them”. She said, looking me straight in the eyes. Usually she did not assert herself like this. I liked it and immediately responded. I grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled them off over her manicured feet with red toenails (another detail I will always remember). As I did I revealed something I had only seen in magazine pics and videos to that point. She had two fingers buried deep, her hand and fingers shiny and wet. Her folds were swollen and pink. “you should smell them”. I did, enjoying the musky and slightly sweet smell of them. I turned them inside out and saw the creamy excitement from her day all collected in one spot in the gusset. She watched me bring them to my nose and inhale, quickening her pace, and moaning slightly. Eyes glued to what I was doing. She closed her eyes and slowly continued to slide the fingers in and out. Every once in a while sliding the two slippery fingers across her swollen clit She stopped and opened her eyes. “Taste them”. It wasn’t a suggestion any more. I was hesitant at first but she waited patiently, showing that she would not continue until I did. As I brought them up to my mouth she started up again, almost frantically. Her eyes again glued to what I was doing. Moisture and cream were collecting in the spaces between her two inserted fingers as they rapidly thrust in and out. She was actually panting (in a cute way) with each thrust, and her moans were getting louder. “How do I taste?” She tasted delicious, and I told her so. The cream and wetness in her panties tasted salty and a bit tart, and smelled amazing. I didn’t ever remember enjoying it that much before. It was always good, but just tasting what she had been doing all day almost made me cum again. I cleaned most of it out with my tongue. She told me to stroke myself, but I told her I couldn’t or it would all be over. I did not want this to end yet. She paused, and with that little smirk on her face said “then kiss my thighs again”. As I kissed her thighs she placed her other hand behind my head, and gently pulled my head closer to where she was playing. I knew what she was doing, and was more than ok with it. I was going to taste her fresh. It surprised me then when she did not move her hand, or change what she was doing. “lick me” I wasn’t sure where this was going, but started licking around her fingers, over the tops, and in between as she slid her fingers in and out, and rubbed around her swollen clit. After a few minutes she took her hand off my head and brought it into play where the other hand was, using one to thrust in and out, and the other to rub her clit. She would stop with one hand and let me lick her fingers, while the other continued playing. She did this, her moans and hip thrusting increasing until she arched her back and squirted into my face! Neither of us knew she could squirt (at least she told me it was new). I licked up as much as I could until she said “now finish yourself”. I did, as she watched and leisurely played with herself.. it was one of the most explosive climaxes I can remember. Afterwards when I thought we were done, she started playing with intent again, and told me to lick her while she played again. I was almost immediately ready to go again. Hard as a rock. This time she instructed me to do something else…but that is another story with different content. She learned that if I was not in the mood, this process, or something similar would always result in her receiving oral, and usually more. Unfortunately we ended up breaking up, and me realizing that her insatiability was something I would miss, but was also likely the cause of our breakup. She cheated on me and told me about it during one of these sessions. It was a huge turn on at first but festered and caused me to leave her. What I can say with absolute certainty is that this conditioned me, whether intentionally or inadvertently to always want to perform oral when I see a woman pleasuring herself. Many women following have her to thank for this “training”.