Neighborly Advice

Back in my early to mid-20's, after being out of college for a couple years or so, I was able to afford my first apartment by myself. It wasn't anything glamorous, but was a nice place in a nice area. I luckily had a friend who had me lined up with a good job after I graduated, so I didn't have to struggle for a while like a bunch of my colleagues did when they entered the workforce. Anyway, I was very single when I moved in, and in fact hadn't ever gone any further with a guy than him feeling my breasts while making out at a party. I came from a pretty sexually conservative house, and none of this was ever discussed. Even masturbation. I mean, of course I masturbated, but only with my fingers, and the only reason my hymen was broken was because I got a little too aggressive one day in the shower. Why does all of this matter? Well, my neighbor that shared a wall with my bedroom was a very vocal woman. At least 4 or 5 nights a week I could hear her moaning and shaking the bed, resulting in quite the orgasms. This, in turn, got me turned on as well and many times I came along with her. 

Over time, I started to befriend her, and one day when some of her mail ended up in my box I took it to her, and she asked if I wanted to come in for some coffee, which I obliged. She was in her mid-30's and could be best described as a young professional. Good job, nice furniture, fancy clothes, etc. So while we were having coffee we chatted about our personal lives and I told her I was single, and kind of slyly said that she must be in a hot relationship. She didn't understand, so I told her that I could hear her passionate noises at night. She apologized for being so loud, but said she wasn't in a relationship. I asked if it was a friend with benefits, and she just smiled and shook her head. She said it was all her. She went on to describe herself basically as a solosexual. A very high sex drive, but no desire to be in a relationship, especially with a man. She was with a guy years back because she thought that was just something you were supposed to do, but when she figured herself out she broke it off and never looked back. 

I was intrigued by what she was saying, because it sounded a little like how I felt as well. I ended up asking her about what made her so vocal when she masturbated, because I was always as quiet as a church mouse. She explained that it was all about her vibrator. She tried a bunch of different kinds, but when she landed on a Magic Wand, she knew she had the one. I wasn't sure what that was so she brought it out to show me, and I thought it looked like a huge microphone with big rubber head. She plugged it in and turned it on in my hand, and I kind of 'oohed' feeling it buzz against my palm. She then asked if I wanted to try it out, and I just blushed and said no. She insisted, but I declined, feeling way too shy and timid for something like that. She then offered to demonstrate it for me, and after a few seconds I kind of grinned and said sure. Leading me back to the bedroom I sat down in the chair next to the foot of her bed as she slipped out of her bathrobe, unhooked her bra and let her silky panties fall to the floor. I was a little shocked at how comfortable she was in getting naked in front of me. Nevertheless, she plugged it back in and slid into bed, parting her legs and giving me an open view of her vagina; slightly loose lips, neatly trimmed bush and a dark pink complexion, contrasting her milky white skin. I watched closely as she turned on the Wand and circled her belly button with the head, slowly running it down through her pubic mound and finally reaching her vagina. Her head leaned back and she took a deep breath as her lips spread apart while the head buzzed away between them. Over time her hips gradually started moving up and down and her feet flexed back and forth as she pushed the head harder against her wet pussy. Her mouth hung open as soft moans started filling the room, her knees bent and off the bed with her heels dug in hard. Watching this beautiful woman in the throes of trying to reach orgasm...I was the horniest I had ever been. Leaning over with my arms resting on my thighs, my pussy was wet and itchy, my knees were held together tight and my toes were clawing against the leather soles of my sandals. It was all I could do to not masturbate right then and there. I almost felt drunk listening to her moans grow louder as she was getting closer and closer to that glorious cum. Suddenly she let out a low, guttural moan as her toes pointed and ass lifted off the bed, finally achieving an orgasm that I could only dream of. 

She eventually pulled the toy away and shut it off, catching her breath and squirming around in the wet spot in the sheets. Amazingly, she told me that she ended her session early, usually cumming two or three times before she's satisfied. Barely being able to think straight, all I could do was ask where she got that from, to which she reached over to the night stand and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing down the name of the shop and a woman's name. Handing it to me, she said to mention her and they would treat me right. Standing up, I could feel the damp spot in my panties soaking through, now becoming visible on my pants. She noticed it and smiled, saying she's guessing I enjoyed her demonstration. I said it looked like it felt really good, and she just replied that it's mind-blowing. She also understood that I needed to excuse myself, so slipping her robe back on she walked me to the door and gave me a friendly hug, wishing me luck in finding one that tickles my fancy. Back in my own apartment I ran back to my bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. Jumping in bed I fingered myself like there was no tomorrow, and for the first time cumming twice in one session. I must have fallen asleep for a while after that, because when I came to the sun was starting to set and I was still laying there naked. I decided there was no reason to put my clothes back on at that point, just staying bare for the rest of the evening. All I could think about was how good an orgasm must feel with one of those toys and ended up masturbating one more time that night. 

The next day I was both nervous and excited about the thought of owning one of them, so looking up the address I headed over to the shop she had told me about. The building looked pretty inconspicuous from the outside, with only a little 'adults only' tag on the front door. I do admit, however, that I almost chickened out and went home. I decided though to just be confident about it and not feel any shame about masturbating. I mean, they must sell a lot of these things, so it's pretty obvious that they're masturbating too. Taking a deep breath I walked inside, then showing my ID before the second door unlocked to this wide world of sexuality. It was almost overwhelming...magazines, DVD's, lingerie and sex toys all packed into this little shop. I wandered around for a minute just stunned at everything that was available before a lady came up and asked if I needed any help. I told her that my friend had told me about this place, and dropping her name, the shop lady's face lit up, saying she's known her for years. Obviously, this must be the owner. I told her that I was looking for a Magic Wand, and she told me that was a good choice, walking me around the corner and showing me the shelf they were on. I told her this was my first vibrator and didn't really know what I was looking for, and she sent in to explain the differences in what she had, mainly that one had a cord and one was rechargeable. The corded one was more powerful, but obviously the cordless could be taken to the living room or bathroom much easier and is better for traveling. I asked her which one she would recommend, and she simply said that she uses both and that they each fit their place. I was a little shocked that she was so quick to tell me she uses them, and when I brought it up she told me she's used most of the toys that she carries. After all, it would be difficult to recommend something she hasn't tried out herself. She didn't mind making some small talk about it since I was the only customer there at the time, and she says women come in all the time thinking they're not supposed to be buying stuff like this, but she sells tons of toys so there's obviously more women masturbating than they all thought. I admitted that I had felt the same way, but finally wanted to explore how much better masturbating would feel with something other than my fingers. She gave me a sly grin and nodded, telling me masturbating will go from good to mind-blowing. Gosh...just saying the word 'masturbating' out loud was making my pussy start to tingle...

But getting back to the Wand, I was torn on which one I should go for, but she said she would make me a deal. If I go ahead and buy both of them, she would throw in a couple head attachments for free. She showed me about a dozen of them, saying her favorite was one that had a dildo-looking piece sticking off the side that was about 2 inches long. I didn't think I was ready for anything like that. Deciding to take her up on the offer, I picked out one that kind of looked like a knobby Koosh ball and one that had two prongs that vibrated the outside of your vagina lips. I hadn't planned on spending that much, but hey, this was a special occasion. Walking out, I just knew people were going to be looking at me like I was some kind of pervert, but it seemed no one batted an eye as I walked back to my car holding a bag full of sex toys. My hands were shaking the whole way home just from the excitement and I fumbled my keys around just trying to get in the door. Finally getting inside I closed my blinds and stripped naked, pulling the big one out of the bag and unboxing it. I plugged it in and slid into bed, turning it on and making a long 'oooh...' sound just from feeling it in my hand. I spent a few seconds rubbing it around against my breasts and down my belly, but when I touched it to my aching vagina...oh...my...gosh... My eyes opened wide, my jaw dropped and I made an audible gasp. My legs shot apart and my toes spread in ten different directions. Holding it steady just under my clit, I think I came the first time in about 15 seconds. The second time...less than a minute. Pulling it away and turning it off, I couldn't help but squirm around, trying to catch my breath. I eventually just laid there staring at the ceiling for about 10 minutes in disbelief that a toy could feel so good. I actually started crying because I was so happy...a new beginning in self-pleasure. It was almost like I masturbated again for the first time. I rolled over and grabbed one of my other pillows and held onto it tight, closed my eyes and laid there rubbing my feet together feeling warm and fuzzy in my post-orgasm afterglow. I don't know how much longer I stayed like that, but eventually I can't back down to Earth and wanted to try out my second vibe. Sliding my toes into my slippers I walked out to the living room and dug back into the bag. It felt kind of funny and daring walking around my apartment bare-ass naked...it's something I just didn't do. Until now. Something in me turned over a new leaf that day from being open with another person about my masturbation. A bold leaf. 

Opening the box I pulled out the next Wand, which was a little smaller than the first one, but the head felt the same. Turning it on, it showed one bar of charge. Good enough for this test drive. Before sitting down, I walked over and cracked open the blinds, my heart pounding knowing it was still to dark to see in, yet I was still exposing myself to the world. Falling into my recliner and draping my legs over the chair arms, I touched the head to my hungry vagina, letting out a soft moan as my lips started to vibrate against the soft head. She was right as the other one was stronger (it could have also needed a better charge), but that was a good thing. While the other one was forceful and demanded that you cum hard and fast, this time I was enjoying waves of pleasure flowing around through my legs and my tummy. The recliner rocked back and forth with my head leaned back, eyes closed and mouth open with a big smile, my toes wiggling inside my warm slippers. The first two orgasms were almost immediate, but this time it was almost like I was being teased. Gradually being brought closer and closer to that plateau, and enjoying every moment of it. When I finally reached that point, this orgasm was different. It felt like butterflies in my tummy, letting out a loud 'ohhhh...yeesssss...oooooooh....' as I squirmed around in the chair, my slippers flopping around, dangling off the tips of my toes. I didn't know which orgasm was better, but I knew I needed more. Gathering myself up enough to walk I kicked off the slippers and walked over to the window, opening the blinds all the way. Standing with my legs spread I pressed the toy into my wet vagina again, giggling knowing anyone and their brother could now see me. But I didn't care. I loved masturbating and I'm not hiding it. This time around, I guess from the openness and risk of being watched, I came pretty quick with my knees buckling and bracing my other hand against the window. 

By this point my vagina almost felt numb. I had never cum four times in one day before, much less in the span of a couple hours and with such explosiveness. I was in a daze...wobbling back to my bedroom and sat on the foot of my bed, my head swimming from the absolute pleasure from that afternoon. I had to talk to her. I needed to. I must. Hair still in a mess I pulled on my bathrobe and walked out to her apartment, knocking on the door and she answered just like me; draped in her robe and barefoot. As soon as I stepped inside I burst into tears and hugged her, thanking her over and over again. She wasn't sure why I was thanking her, and I explained that I bought the toys, too which she hugged me back, saying she was so happy and proud of me for doing so. We sat on her couch and talked about it, and I told her what I purchased and how I already masturbated four times with them. She genuinely seemed happy that I finally discovered this new level of self-pleasure. Eventually, I just asked her if she would like to come over and see what I bought and she said sure, but needed to slip some panties on first, but I said "no..." Slightly pulling open my robe and exposing my nakedness I said "not needed...", to which she smiled and followed me to my apartment. 

But that's a story for another time.