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Rose, My Masturbating Friend

Posted by: Author: Age: 51 Posted on: 1 comments
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A good mutual masturbation experience, wish I could do it again

This is a recent experience I'd like to share. I am a mature male, long married with happy sex life, but now separated. I discovered masturbation before puberty, and have enjoyed it ever since. I mean, sex with a female is great, but self-pleasure has its own flavor. This is like two different candies -- both are delicious but each is different. Now that I am separated, I do myself once or twice a week and sometimes more frequently, as the urge comes on.

I met Rose, a female about my age, many years ago during a weeklong professional course. We became friendly, but not intimately so. She was not married, but always had a live in boyfriend. We would call each other once every few months, meet in a coffee shop or a hotel lobby, and swap stories about common acquaintances and about life in general. Sometimes, when she would be between boyfriends, we met at her cozy little flat, but nothing sexual transpired. It was always leisurely chat and a couple of coffees.

As the years went by and we both grew older, our meeting became rare.

I was therefore pleasantly surprised when Rose called me a few weeks ago. We talked and she invited me over for our usual coffee clutch, this time at her flat. Somehow, after almost a year of not seeing each other, we were eager to fill each other about ourselves, with unusual frankness. I don't remember how it came to it, but she wanted to hear every little detail on how I managed on my own, away from my wife -- and she made it clear she did not mean just how I fed myself. Although a bit embarrassed, yet in this mood of unusual frankness, I hinted that I did what men do on their own. She wanted to know more: Where, when, how often. Needless to say, talking about it gave me a hard on, my voice became strained, and I felt a powerful urge to throw her to the floor and have sex there and then. Rose was obviously enjoying it, and when she sensed I could not take it anymore, she told me she wouldn't mind if I relieved myself in her bedroom, she'll wait for me in the living room and when I'm finished, we could resume our chat.

This being the best deal I could get short of rape, I went to her bedroom, closed the door behind me, took off my pants, lied on my back on one side of her double bed and started pumping my upright, stiff dick. The pleasure waves began to hit when the door opened and Rose walked in. Without a word, she lied down on the other half of the bed. I stopped with embarrassment, but she told me to go and that she just wanted to make sure that I'm really relieving myself so that we could go on chatting undisturbed. I resumed pumping my already half flaccid dick and after a while the waves came back, when I heard a rustle.

Rose was taking off her own pants. "Go on" she said when I again stopped pumping "Don't pay attention to me". The next I knew, she had a buzzing vibrator in her hand. I thought she was going to help me finish, but this was not to be. The bed creaked: Rose raised her legs to her chest, and in one sweeping motion buried the vibrator in her already wet cunt. While I was watching fascinated, she started doing herself energetically, one hand squeezing her tits under her shirt and the other pumping quicker and quicker, her legs kicking the air. Apparently she was not a novice to masturbations because in no time at all she was panting and sighing and heaving her hips, her face flushed redder and redder and suddenly her back arched, she yelled -- or rather shrieked -- and fell back heavily on the bed, sighing and panting with exhaustion.

Needless to say, the sight of Rose orgasming a few inches away from my own raging dick, the smell of her juices and the heat of her half naked body brought me to a climax in a jiffy. Before she ended her own convulsions, I was gushing semen all over her bed in a most fabulous orgasm of my own. I too fell back on the bed, utterly spent.

We lay there for a while, regaining our breath. After a while, Rose stood up and said "That was nice". She put away the vibrator, put on her pants, threw me a towel and went out of the bedroom. When I joined her in the living room, she had a cup of coffee ready for me. We talked embarrassedly a bit on this and that, not mentioning what happened in the bedroom. After a while I said my goodbye and left. I did not hear from Rose ever since.

I never realized how exciting mutual masturbation could be until that evening. I guess Rose -- obviously a solo self-doer like myself - is too embarrassed to repeat the experience. Lady readers who are interested to share my self-pleasuring are invited to write.

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