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Glove Job

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Posted on: 29 May 2003 1 comments
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A wild experience in a public libraryI enjoy masturbating in public and exposing myself in a safe manner. I watch women as I stroke and imagine them enjoying my cock. I want to let them see me jerking off, I want them to get hot and join in the fun, but I never let myself be seen by the women I watch because I don't want get caught or arrested. So I go my merry way, wanking my meat in public but not letting myself be seen.Occasionally an opportunity will arise that I have not foreseen or imagined and I am able to expand my exhibitionism in ways erotic and unusual. I was in the library (my favorite place to jerk off), cruising the stacks, looking for a woman to view. I always carry a light jacket or sweatshirt and drape it over my left arm, then carry it to cover my crotch. Looks natural enough to hold a jacket that way; what is unnatural is the erection hidden behind the jacket, thrusting its purply way into space, freed from the confines of my jeans. Anyway, I was cruising the stacks and searching for a good looking lady. Sometimes I find no proper ladies at all, sometimes I get an attractive woman, sometimes I hit the jackpot with a very hot/sexy woman. This time I got a pretty woman and an extra thrill.I wandered upstairs into the biography/quiet study room. Three rows of shelves ran the length of the room with study carrels on the two outside walls. As I entered the room I could see a pair of feet encased in women's boots under a carrel. It was a cool day in early winter so boots made sense. I walked quietly down the aisle until I could see who was in the carrel.Luck was with me that day. She was a cute nursing school student (I could tell from the ID badge on her bag). She wore a long plaid skirt and a tan sweater which clung nicely to her plump breasts. She was stacked, no doubt. Short dirty-blond hair, shapely hands; in all, quite a dish. She was very much like what I wanted to see, so I positioned myself at the end of the stack , behind her and over her right shoulder, unlimbered my artillery and began stroking.I had no need of my jacket this time. The solid vertical end of the shelf kept me from the view of anyone entering the room, and if my lady turned around I could step nimbly to my right and be hidden before any harm was done. She was deeply intent on her studies and never glanced up, allowing me a good long time to run my fist up and down my very hard member as it proudly flouted itself in the open. It was a nice jerk session, I gotta tell ya, standing there just a few feet from this college hottie (I was in my thirties) while I jerked off and proudly showed her my cock, all the time imagining how I would love to blow my load on her big, firm tits.After about twenty minutes she started to pack up in preparation to leave. I was getting ready for my final stroke to bring me to orgasm when she stopped packing, picked up her purse, and left the room. Her coat and book bag were left hanging on her chair; she must have gone to the bathroom and would be returning. So I didn't cum; instead I walked over to her carrel just to see what I might see. And I found a treasure.Ever have a brilliant idea all at once and just know that it was a great thing to do? I had such an idea as I saw her gloves on the desk of her carrel. Black leather, looked almost new, with some kind of fur lining (Squirrel? Rabbit? Weasel? Who cares?). My wicked mind put a thought in my head at that instant and I acted. Picking up her right hand glove I pressed it to my face. I could smell her perfume, a subtle scent. Nice. Then I (you guessed it, didn't you?) placed my erect dick into the glove and started stroking.It felt so fucking good! Smooth fur gently caressing my fully hard cock, and all the time I was thinking that her HAND had been in this glove, so it was like she was jerking me off. I played with that glove until I shot my load into it, a nice hot spew of jism spraying up into the warm fur. Oh, yeah, thank you and good night, nurse! I put the glove back where I had found it and left the room.I walked down into the entrance area where I could browse the magazines and watch the front door. Sure enough, a few minutes later here came my nurse, wearing her coat and carrying her bag and gloves. She stepped outside; I moved so that I could see through the door as she walked away. That's when she pulled on her gloves, and I got to watch her smear my sperm all over her hand.I don't know how to describe the look on her face. Surprise, certainly. Curiosity, definitely. She took off the glove, looked at her hand, put her hand to her nose and sniffed. That's when she looked like she was gonna hurl. She left in a hurry and I savored the moment.