Lovely Ladies in Wet Blouses

This site has been a great find.  Has done wonders for my sex life.  A life that was ruined by a rather unexpected and messy divorce a few years back.  You don’t expect that in your sixties.  Retirement at about the same time, so loss of wife, job and house right mucked me up.  Volunteering at a local steam railway perked, even picked, me up and I palled up with a bloke who hadshared that railway passion since boyhood.  I’ll call him Jim – Jim Mallard – as that sort of sounds right.  He was bereaved, so no wife either.

It wasn’t just at the steam railway we met.  We took to meeting occasional nights at a pub.  Even had the odd meal out together.  And, of course, we talked about relationships and loss of wives – in different circumstances – as well as steam and railways.  Did we talk of new relationships?  We did, but neither terribly keen to start searching all over again – ‘going out,’ ‘going steady,’ and all that.  We rather agreed that what we both wanted was not romance but sex.  ‘Women without the strings’ as Jim put it.

But how to find women just for sex.  Neither of us wanted or fancied the idea of paying.  And we didn’t really meet that many women.  Not many in oily blue overalls, and frilly underwear beneath, down at the heritage railway!  More was the pity.  We liked the idea, pretty women with soot and grease on their faces and in their hair, nails as black as ours, grubby shapeless boiler suits, but beneath… ah yes, beneath!  Delicate, frilly underwear, large boobs and wet, ‘gobbling’ pussies.

Of course we window shopped.  A particularly fine summer day saw us stop in the local park after meeting for coffee.   Office girls sitting on the grass in summer dresses or flappy black trousers - but we preferred the dresses.  We enjoyed watching the girls walk, brown legs in sandals beneath skirts, plentiful boobs in all shapes and sizes, well-shaped bottoms.  And we got talking.  Very much about what we would like to do with specially selected examples of women and girls.   A flash of white knickers, as one girl got up from the grass opposite our bench, was missed by neither of us.

“You saw that?”

“Yep.”

“You hard?”

“Never been harder.”

“Taking her back to your place or mine?”

“Bags I take those white knickers off!”

Good conversation.  It led from that unsuspecting girl getting up to return to her work to talk of the furtive magazines purchase in our youth and a comparison with the airbrushed pussies of those mags. and the ‘anything’ goes of the Internet.  And that led to arather open discussion of masturbation and what we liked to look at – and read.  We had both found sites like ‘Literotica’ but Jim hadn’t heard of ‘Solo Touch.’

And it was that which led us not to just sit together hard on a park bench watching pretty girls in summer dresses but to become ‘wank buddies.’  I stress we did not become ‘lovers’ – we did not find that sort of relationship in each other.  Frankly, we are not that way inclined.

It did not happen straightway.  We did not hurry to his flat or mine and sit looking at a screen with cocks out of trousers – but it certainly all came about by looking – indeed by watching pretty girls.

We were in my flat after a visit to a pub for lunch one day, some time later.  A hot day but threatening rain.  Our conversation came around to ‘Solo Touch’ which Jim said he’d been looking at, and he remarked upon just how many men posting recounted wanking with friends whilst at school or taking that up again with new friends late in life.

“I hadn’t expected that,” he said.   “I did find some nice recollections of ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ with girls which was a bit more my cup of tea.  But I did read some of those boys with boys’ recollections and also the men together.”

I wasn’t sure if it was an invitation or not.  A subtle hint that whilst he was definitely interested in having a wank with a woman, it would not be so awful with a man, but just then the heavens opened.  We got up to look.  My flat is on the first floor of a converted Edwardian house and looks directly out onto the street.  People suddenly hurrying this way and that getting soaked.  It was really tipping it down.  And there, delightfully, a pair of those office girls just like those we saw in the park, hurrying without an umbrella.  Their breasts so clearly moulded by the suddenly wet cotton of their dresses, one bra-less and her nipples clearly to be seen.  Wet dresses plastered to moving thighs.  Other girls in black skirts and white blouses – yeah, ‘lovely ladies in wet blouses’ as the song went.

We stood and stared and, in our shorts, up came our dicks.  There we were staring out of the window in our tee shirts, shorts and with hard-ons enjoying the sight of wet ladies.  Jim looked down at my shorts, causing me to look down briefly as well.  I was making no effort to hide my arousal.  His was not hidden either.

“We’d frighten the girls if we were out there in the rain like this.  Our shorts would be as transparent as their dresses.”

 I liked the idea.  Unintentional, helpless exhibitionism.   Girls and men.  “Fuck!  That’d be good – not our fault they could see our cocks outlined.  Without pants the cotton would just cling.  They would be more than outlined – they would be moulded.  And we would be seeing as much of them.

“Look at those two under the umbrella.  It’s doing no good at all,” I said.  Lovely to see the two girls running almost cuddled together under a single umbrella as the rain poured.  “Imagine them running into us.  Splat of wet clothing, our wet hard cockshard against their wet dresses and thighs.”

“Closest we’re likely to get to pussy,” Jim replied. “Thin wet, almost transparent cotton.  Come on, let’s pretend.  Get those shorts off.”

Unexpected but so right for the moment.  Seconds later there we were, a couple of mid-sixties blokes, stark bollock naked pretending to be out in the rain with the girls, sporting two very strong erections, imagining they were completely visible through wet shorts.  They were certainly visible now.

“Weather has taken a bit of a turn, hasn’t it, ladies?”  I said, imagining being out in the rain, the girls looking down and seeing me virtually naked.

Jim had suggested the pretence which I was carrying on, but then into view came a couple of schoolgirls.  Not too young, I stress.  They had breasts.  They had pubic hair – yeah, they were wet enough in their summer dresses for us to see that.  Were they soaked!  Their hair was plastered down their faces and they were holding onto each other.  Virtually naked girls.

“Imagine asking them in,” said Jim – wistfully.

“Imagine inviting them to come inside and shelter and dry.”

Our excitement strong and visible but it was me who started wanking first.

“Yeah, helping them take their wet clothes off, piece by piece.  A pair of knickers each for us to take down.  For the tumble dryer.”

“With our shorts and tee shirts coming off too.  All their and our wet clothes together in the drier.  Towelling them down, warming them up.”

“All of us naked and our cocks so visible and hard.  Do you think they’d be grateful?  Do you think they like to suck cock?  Two naked schoolgirls kneeling whilst we hold their breasts.”

The girls were still well in sight.  We had turned to watch their retreating backs – or more accurately, their delightfully wet, cotton moulded, bottoms.  Those bottoms were lovely – so feminine shapely.  Whether they liked to suck cock we would never know.  We did not even know if they had so much as seen a hard cock, still less slipped its rounded smoothness between their lips.  We couldonly speculate.  But that was fun.   Would they like hard cocks pressed into their bottom cracks?  We would certainly ike to press.

“Wank me, Jim, please.”  It was me who asked – not Jim - but he reached for me without hesitation, as I reached for him.  It didn’t take much.  Still talking about those girls, talking about pressing into bottom cracks, about maybe we might even fuck them, we both came.

It was quite an introduction to becoming wank buddies.   The nudity sudden, the wanking together sudden, and the cum coming pretty quickly afterwards.  Nothing gradual!  And, not just the exchange of hands, but an exchange of cum.  Standing there, theschoolgirls just out of sight and the street finally clearing; our excited talk all about the schoolgirls and their bottoms, had led us both into spasm, our hands working each other’s cocks, staring where the schoolgirls had been, unaware we had taken the other over the line, we just came – spurted - onto each other.  It was like being out in the rain only it was not at all rainwater but warm cum that made us all wet.

We collapsed into armchairs a little shocked at the sudden events.  Shaking a bit from our excellent ejaculations.  Real first-rate ones.  There, before us, cocks still hard and leaking, cum up our stomachs – cum there that was not our own!

And that is how it all started.  We are not gay, haven’t touched each other’s bottoms but we certainly wank together a lot now.  Like a lot of men our age we recognise we are never going to touch, let alone fuck the young office girls or schoolgirls - again.  The chances of getting in with women our own age or so, pretty unlikely too, though perhaps if we took a cruise… but that’s not really our thing.  And it’s a lot easier looking at the Internet together, or sitting in the park on a bench (not that we wank there!) watching the pretty girls and talking.  No hurry over cumming; no need to satisfy the other really – well, not the same as trying to hold off cumming until the woman has had her orgasm.  Certainly, we cum with each other’s hand on our cocks more than our own hand.  We help each other.

And yes, we suck cock!   We have gone that far.   If I close my eyes I can easily imagine it’s one of those office or schoolgirl’s mouths not Jim’s.  And, actually, I rather like sucking his cock.  Fuck – I always wanted to suck my own!   It’s pretty good rubbing them together too, hard cock to hard cock.  So, all in all, surprising the fun you can have with a pair of cocks – isn’t it?  And all this, sort of, thanks to ‘Solo Touch.’