My Introduction to Mutual Masturbation - Pt. 2

My focus narrowed in on the image that Jay had sent me.  I pored over her beautiful tight skin, her firm physique and her natural smile.  As I wandered over her body with my eyes I absentmindedly slipped my hand under the covers and rested it on my crotch.  I squeezed my cock gently, still flaccid, then returned to the keyboard to search for something to return to Jay.  

In the same way that connoisseurs of fine food might visit a particular delicatessen for their cheeses and another providore for their meats I had a reliable supply of stockists for my erotic delectations.  They catered for my every proclivity, from the amateur to the coffee table art book eroticism, a quick rattle on the keys of my laptop and I was able to enter their worlds in seconds.  I hunted for a minute or two before I settled on a selection of images of mature women, all amateurs, many in selfie poses which had come to dominate the web in recent times.  It was always good to have a selection in advance so that there was the minimum of copying and pasting involved.  I had become quite adept at delivering them to my chat buddies quickly and efficiently.  Timing was everything when you were bouncing back and forth with a cock in your hand.  And, as I started to peruse the images in front of me, scrolling down the screen with a hand on the trackpad, I had once again returned the other down to my shorts, gently squeezing, kneading, teasing.  Pictures of ordinary women, many still clothed but all posing provocatively at the lens, I was drawn in closer and closer.  Soft natural breasts, small, soft tummies, wrinkles.  Their naturalness was a stark contrast to the harsh, brash and flash world of hard-core porn.

I glanced across at Jay who judging by the loss of one arm under the covers was doing exactly the same thing as me.  His face was fixed on the screen in front of him, a look of relaxed concentration and ease.  Images regularly popped up on my screen, and the high quality of them all gave me that all too familiar hardening feeling.  I was squeezing harder now, and I could feel the warm-blooded response from my groin.  I was thickening, swelling and beginning to feel very horny.  "Nice!" I typed back in response to an image of an ice-cube on a hardened nipple, "Mmm" came the reply, a familiar comeback when time is of the essence when playing online.  His other hand, like mine, was also missing under the cotton duvet.

A few minutes of this relaxed picture exchange and the image theme slowly changed.  Like a DJ set in a nightclub, the material evolved from a softer, erotic genre to a slightly deeper, more sexually charged nature; images of hard cocks being hungrily sucked, women masturbating in front of men stroking themselves, threesomes, foursomes and more.  I responded in kind, as always, now oblivious to my immediate surroundings.  I was hard now, my cock twitching as I flexed my pelvic muscles.  I shifted my position on the bed, a little more upright now and pushed the laptop away from me a little so that my cock was right in front of me.  I pushed the covers down a little to reveal my cotton boxers, tenting now, a faint ache of desire beginning to flood my whole body.  My heart rate had quickened now and prickles of sensation, nervousness blended with excitement had taken over me.  It felt good and turning my head towards Jay I could see that he was in exactly the same boat as me.  He had gone a little further in fact and I couldn't help but notice that he had now put his hand inside the slit at the front of his shorts.  He was massaging himself in slow concentric circles, oblivious to anything else going on around him.  I squeezed myself harder as I watched him.