What I'm doing...

What I'm doing... by Anonymous Dear interested reader: I have just read the three most INCREDIBLE stories about women's masturbation experiences. I am sitting here a little high and not havingmasturbated for over a week. I know soon I will slide off my pants andbegin to rub myself, but right now I am just basking in the glow of thepleasure of reading and almost, I feel, experiencing 3 wonderful ad-ventures. You see, nothing infuses me with sexual warmth like imagining (or seeing) a woman pleasuring herself! In fact, I can feel my cock nice and hard through my pants already. Undoing my belt and my zipper,I feel more relaxed. I reach in my underwear and stoke my cock a little,as well as letting some air blow across it. It feels so nice! I just have to slide off some more clothes. The interesting thing is that,although I THINK no one can see into either of the windows in my apartment, the arrangement is a little precarious: if I lean forwardor backward I can see into the neighboring windows, but if I put my headin a line above my cock, I can only see some rather distant windows.Thus various neighbors, if they're up at 1:45, can see either naked legsor vaguely moving shoulders, but can't see precisely what I'm doing! And what am I doing? I'm occasionally stroking my cock which ACHES from not being 'serviced' for so long. I'm dying to take off my under-wear, but I want to hold back just a little longer. I remove my shirt and now I'm sitting straddling the computer keyboard in just breifs and a swollen hardon. As I stroke, I relive some of my favorite memories. Like the time I saw a woman across the way ... I had noticed that she moved in recently and had occasionally seemed to see naked legs flashing in the window (whick is about 30 feet away). Finally I just had to know, so I got out some binoculars and, as discreetly as I could, checked it out. Wow! I saw her for a moment on her back on her bed, with her legs pulled uptoward her shoulders. It sure LOOKED like she was masturbating, but thenit seemed like somebody knocked on her door and she stopped. . . Meanwhile, I'm still rubbing my cock and thinking what if I also got"accidently" seen masturbating! Of course, it seems to me that it'smore "ok" for a woman to be seen (the seer is to blame) than for a manto be seen (the doer is to blame). But anyway, no one very close canREALLY see me, so I slide off my underwear! My cock is only semi-hard;normally it is hard as a rock when I masturbate, but since I am spendingso much time typing, it is feeling a little neglected. A little touch,though, and amazing things happen! Not only is it super-hard, but itis SOOOO sensitive. The feel of my hands on my cock and balls, plus the vague possibility that someone is watching is very powerful. . . Many times I watched her, but usually only caught glimpses. Butone evening, I arrived home at a time when no one else was around, andhappened to notice a light and some apparent activity in her window.I quickly opened the window a bit (the glass distorts the view,especially with binoculars), got the binocs, found something to bracethem on and proceeded to watch! I was not disappointed: she was appar-ently lying on her back, nude, her legs straight out in front of herthis time, with her hand doing a tell-tale 'hitch-hike' motion on herpussy! Her shade was open just enough, and I was at just the right angle, that I had a perfect view. Needless to say, my pants and under-wear were already down around my ankles and my hard cock waving! . . . Now I am just stroking my cock with my left hand sort of upside down(to avoid too much stimulation too quickly). The thought of variouspeople reading this and getting turned on is GREAT! I can almost feelthe other hands, pussies and cocks, tits and nipples, asses, balls rubbing, sliding, squeezing, teasing . . . AMAZING!. . . On many more occassions I watched her, but she usually had a blanketover her. Often I could see her face (from a different room) and wouldwatch her grimace as her orgasm hit, then smile sleepily and contentedly.I often felt that she knew I was watching, since she would sometimes looktoward me. Maybe the binoculars gave off a reflection which she could see. I always had a fantasy of meeting her in the train or somewhere, and one time I actually saw her on the train. I wish I had said some-thing, like "Hi, Don't you live across the street from me? I think I've seen you coming in your building a few times . . ." Of course, I didn't (which is maybe just as well), so now I just have memories (she eventu-ally moved away). Well, my cock has gotten to the point of leaking a little pre-cum,so I think I will end my story here as there is something I'm aching todo! --Cheers! Just plain fun by Thomas This story is dedicated to my dear friend, Amy. I was chatting withAmy, a very good friend of mine using AOL Instant Messenger. Asusual, the topic of the conversation changed from everyday casualchit-chat to the topic of sex. She asked me how I masturbated. Imade a deal with her... I'd tell if she told me some things. Sheagreed. I started by telling her that I had many various ways ofmasturbating. One of them was by using a condom and some really warmwater (mentioned in a previous story). The others included usinglubes such as hand lotion, saliva, warm water, etc. Or, my favorate,was a sleeve toy I purchased awhile back (again... mentioned in aprevious story). The entire time, I was sitting there, I began to geta hard on; not too uncommon for me, happenes every time I talk aboutsex. She told me about how girls masturbate... some stick theirfingers in, some just rub the area outside. By this point, my dickwas raging with a hard on. She kept flooding me with details, likehow she gets all moist and hot when she thinks about it. I told herthat I was only wearing a bath robe and that I had a huge raging hardon, to which she replied, "Don't get me on that topic of men withdicks." The then went on to tell me about how she needed advice onmasturbating her boyfriend. I talked with her for a little while, butI couldn't stand it anymore, so I logged off. I sat back in my chair,and began to stroke myself. I kept thinking about how shemasturbated... licking her hands, rubbing her clit. I came with cumspurting out everywhere. Much to my amazement, I STILL had a hardon... I couldn't get the conversation off my mind. So, I rubbed thecum all over my hands, licked my fingers (the cum tasted good too),and started stroking myself once again. The second orgasm was better,and it lasted a little longer. I sat in my seat completely worn outfrom the days sexual adventure... Some call it cyber sex, I call itjust plain out fun.