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Roommate Assisted Masturbation

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 27 Jun 1997 1 comments
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by SP I love masturbating while being watched. What I really like is when I am being watched from start to finish by a guy standing in another room or outside my window. The following sequence started as I was living with a striking 5-11, 145 lbs, 34-30-32 aerobics instructor. My roomie had the upstairs bedroom, which faced the busy street on which we lived. As our time together= evolved, I started to sneak upstairs to masturbate on her bed= (with all lights out) nearly every time she left (it was about= 50/50 as to whether I eventually shot my cum on her bed or on= myself, her mirror, a window, or our large porch). I would= eventually do this with the curtains strategically opened to the= public while watching myself in her expansive mirror. It wasn't too long until I discovered her delicates (bras,= panties, aerobic outfits, and make-up). However, by far the most= stimulating item I discovered was the 9" purple vibrator she had= received from her bi-sexual female lover. Almost as a ritual every Saturday I would anxiously wait until= "Sue" left for her evening's entertainment. After I was sure she= was gone for the duration, I would browse through some magazines= downstairs, all the time lightly stroking my penis, and then= having made sure all the lights were out I would tip-toe= upstairs to her bedroom. Once there I felt as if I was in a= forbidden heaven. I would slowly lay out some of Sue's most= revealing lingerie and aerobic outfits. Once I had selected what= feminine attire I wanted to wear while masturbating, I would sit= on the stool in front of her mirror and begin to apply her= sluttiest make-up. I would first apply some "fire-engine-red" lip gloss, as I felt= nastiest when I saw my lips brilliantly toned; then, I would= lightly powder myself all over and highlight my already shaved= pubic hair with some eyeliner or mascara. At this point I would= start to slowly drape the panties I'd laid out over my face,= trying to recapture the first time I had done so. That time I= evidently had selected one of Sue's unwashed pairs; in so doing= I was treated to the grandest of aromatic mixtures from Sue's= private areas. There were still copious amounts of her scents= occupying the crotch area of her lace panties. Anyway, after= running my face over these items, I would turn toward her= bedroom mirror and slowly slip them on, wiggling and matching= our parts until they seemed a perfect fit (it helped that Sue= and I were nearly a perfect match). After I had slipped on her panties I would stand facing the= mirror wearing my rommies' makeup and panties while apply more= makeup to my nipples. This was immediately prior to spending= several minutes putting on one of Sue's bras and adjusting it so= as to always inspire my penis to rise above the level at which= her panties stopped. This sequence usually led to the running of= my hands over my body while imagining that some other person= (male) was stroking this erotically attired "slut." After= several minutes of massage I would slowly start to open the= curtains that faced our busy street. In a matter of weeks I was putting on more and more of Sue's= clothing, only to be able to slowly strip in front of an ever= widening set of curtains. I wasn't simply staying at home during= this time. I would always go out on Friday night (which I still= think is the wildest of nights). It was about 40/60 as to= whether I would be able to convince someone to come home with= me. On the Saturday after a "miss" I would be especially anxious= for what Saturday night would bring. One Saturday, after a frustrating Friday, I went to the bars= anyway. I was feeling exceptionally horny but decided to leave= around 12:30, hit the bookstore, and then home for a marathon= stroke session (some of my sessions would last 3-4 hours). I had= discovered the "secret" that the longer you are able to remain= excited, without squirting, the more sperm that can be expected= to fly when its finally released (and, I had also discovered= that prolonging my orgasm was the best way to have multiples; I= eventually had 4 separate and distinct squirt-sessions -- nearly= simultaneously -- this way). Anyway, about half way home I= noticed that a car had been following me for some time.= Accordingly, I made sure that I signaled so as to ensure it= could follow me home. As I got home the trailing car slowed, but kept going straight= past our house. I watched as it turned several blocks= afterwards. Thinking this might be fun, I rushed inside. Sue was= not home and I quickly slipped into one of her bras, a pair of= her panties, and one of her thong-styled aerobic singlets.= Turning out all my lights, except for one in the distant= background (just enough to outline someone in the dark) I also= opened several curtains to the point where someone desiring to= see me in Sue's bedroom would not be too obstructed, yet the= curtains would not seem provocative. I was soon rewarded as I saw the car again slow down in front of= the house, only this time REALLY slow, and proceed only two= blocks before turning. During the interval I began caressing= myself while watching myself and where I expected the car to= park. It wasn't more than five minutes until I noticed a shadow= pull-up and park on the side street so as to be able to see into= both Sue's room and our living room. As I recognized the car, my= penis seemed to immediately spring up another inch and I= immediately felt it slip from under the elastic band of Sue's= panties. The person in the car initially simply sat and= watched. While trying to act as if I was oblivious to another presence, I= eventually increased my stroking and striping. I was quickly= kneeling on Sue's bed and had let both an aerobic strap as well= as a bra strap fall off one of my shoulders. Soon I was wanting= to see how my tightly attired butt looked and was holding a= mirror up while bending, twisting, and squatting so as to= accentuate my ass. During this sequence I often left Sue's room= and wiggled to a secluded portion of the house (however, to do= so I first had to saunter through the slightly better lit living= room). Eventually, as I was returning to the bedroom I noticed the= unmistakable figure of a male exiting the parked car.= Accordingly, as I had partially opened the front inside door I= proceeded to Sue's room and slowly eased out the large (12")= strap-on I had just put on in the bathroom. I would bet that in= the dim light few, if any, could tell it was not actually my= cock, but instead a plastic addition. I had by this time let= down my other aerobic strap (it probably looked as if I was a= semi-kinky male stroking my rock hard cock in front of my= bedroom mirror, at least I hoped). I really got into stroking my plastic penis. I would squat and= stroke, buck my hips and fuck my hand, and even let the= realistic dick sway in the darkness, as I fueled its movement= with my hips and ass. Eventually I heard a very soft knocking at= my door. Sensing it was my visitor, I acted modest and put on a= long shirt and pulled it across my then stuffed bra. As I= arrived at the door, I saw a fairly cute, thin, tanned male= standing sheepishly outside the still locked screen. In my= softest non-threatening voice I greeted my voyeur, "Hello, what= brings you here so late this evening?" His response assured me= that opening the screen door was the only option I desired to= contemplate, "A shimmering body in the night." Dispensing with the incidentals, I was soon finishing my= striptease in front of a deeply tanned male who was by then= wearing nothing except for a, surprising (but appreciated)= jock-strap. Soon we were both bare, kneeling on Sue's bed and= stroking our dicks in front of each other. I had explained my= guidelines (no touching, none of his semen on me, as much of= mine anywhere he directed) and he seemed to become enthused at= the parameters. Finally as we finished standing in front of= Sue's mirror, slowly stroking our penis,' "showing them" - inch= by inch - to each other; both propping ourselves up on pillows= and watching as we each slid either a 12' dildo or a 9"vibrator= in and out of our ass or made our dicks dance to and fro as we= tensed and released our pelvic plateaus, we decided to conclude= what had been nearly two hours' worth of erotic teasing. At my midnight masturbation partner's request, we moved to the= bathroom and bathtub. As he directed (I love playing "director")= he stretched out in the tub and urged me to watch as his dick= coated him with warm golden pee. At the same time I was to squat= astride him and proceed to urinate, first on his stomach and= then, slowly allow my stream to move up and drench his face and,= specifically, to soak his dark brown hair. I was having somewhat more difficulty starting my flow than I= would have imagined, until I saw his 7-inch penis begin to flood= his chest, nipples, and soon his lapping tongue. Upon witnessing= this thoroughly naughty sight, I immediately began to release my= waiting pee. I did manage to get a small amount on his chest= before letting the force of my spray move my pissing penis to= his face. I can still see his cheeks swelling as he tried to= accommodate both his and my pee at the same time. As I started= to near the end of my pissing, I caught a glimpse of the two of= us in the mirror. The sight was enough to cause my dick to= immediately begin to swell and start pumping out huge streams of= a much more gooey substance. As my penis was ejaculating splatters (and I mean LOTS) of fresh= sperm onto the bridge of my masturbation partner's nose,= forehead, and pee-soaked hair, he soon began to thrust his hips= (and make a delicious sounding "squish" in the tub) and shot an= incredible amount of cum into his open mouth. As he neared the= end of his shots he took both hands and began to smear anything= liquid over his face, hair, and chest. He ended up a glorious= mess of gooey sex. True to his word, he quickly showered and was= out the door without spending too much time trying to arrange a= return encounter. However, as I would eventually come to realize= (and revel in) he became nearly a weekly voyeur outside my= windows (though never again inside) as I stroked myself to= dozens of the largest ejaculations I can remember. But then= those stories are for next time.