[F] Afternoon masturbation, and a glimpse inside the workings of my dirty mind.

So far on this forum I’ve posted four stories about things which happened in my teens and early twenties. I’ve got a few more of those to come, but I thought it was time for something a bit more up to date. In fact I’m going to write about something which hasn’t even happened, yet… but it will have by the time I click ‘submit’.

I’m at home, alone. The girls are both with their dad until tomorrow (well technically he’s only the actual father of one of them, but they visit together), so I have the house all to myself. My chores are done, the house is tidy. I’m working this evening but there are a couple of hours before I need to leave, so now I’m going to masturbate. I’m going to lie on my bed and lose myself in sexual fantasy, then I’m going to come back here to my laptop and tell you all about it. I don’t know exactly how my fantasy will turn out or what I’m going to do, but I know it’s going to be fun! Off I go…

**(20 minutes later)**

After typing the above, I went upstairs to my room. I don’t always go back to bed to masturbate, often the sofa is fine, but today I decided to lie on the bed.

I was wearing tracksuit bottoms and a baggy t-shirt, no underwear, just tatty old clothes for doing chores around the house. There’s no need to tease, with nobody to watch – so I take the tracksuit bottoms off and throw them in the washing basket, then lie down on the bed, on top of the covers.

My modest collection of sex toys lives in the locked top drawer of my bedside table, the key is on a chain hanging behind the head board. I’m not shy about having toys but I don’t want anyone (my cleaner, my children) opening the drawer by accident. I roll over and pull out the key, unlock the drawer and take out my pink Lelo vibrator. Technically it is what is called a ‘rabbit-type’, with a long shaft for insertion and a stalk at the base which touches your clit. I love it, I think it’s by far the finest rabbet type vibrator I’ve ever owned (girls, PM me if you want details!)

I put the vibe beside me on the bed and lie back to think about how my fantasy will start. I never plan the full fantasy, but like a novelist who only has an opening scenario, I work out a starting scene and let it develop from there.

*Today I’m thinking about a dingy semi-underground flat I lived in for a few months as a student. I shared it with a guy and another girl; I didn’t really like the guy so for the fantasy I swap him for another ex-uni classmate who I had a fling with. The girl I’ll imagine exactly as she was.*

I lie back on the pillows and remember the guy, his name doesn’t matter, so I call him Paul. I remember his body, his smell, his haircut. I picture him in that flat, and myself there too. I decide we have been sleeping together, but maybe only for a few days.

As I start to build the fantasy, I also start touching my body. Stroking my hands up my thighs, gently across my outer lips and through my pubes. I’m turned on already, my heart beating faster, becoming aware of my clit and my nipples, my breathing starting to quicken.

*I imagine the female housemate, she was called Amy. I can picture her quite clearly. I imagine her coming into the flat, saying hello, sitting down opposite where me and Paul sit on the sofa. ‘Hey guys,’ she says.*

I’m stroking my nipples now, feeling them hard through the fabric of my t-shirt. I push it up, then pull it off, not bothering to sit up. Lying naked on the bed, I stroke my nipples some more, gently teasing myself, waiting for the sexy parts of the fantasy to start.

*Sitting in the flat, Amy is chatting to me and Paul. ‘I guess you guys are a couple now then?’, she says? ‘How did you know?’ I ask. ‘I heard you having sex last night.’*

Ahh maybe now we’re getting to the good bit. Fantasies are like porn films, you can fast-forward in your head to the fucking but the build up is half the fun! I trace my fingertips back down my body, down between my legs, feeling my wetness on my fingertips. Inside my head, I’m apologising to Amy…

*’Oh sorry,’ I said ‘we didn’t mean to disturb you.’ ‘No it’s fine. Actually I found it really hot, I kinda got off to it.’ She sounds diffident, blushing a little. ‘Hope you guys don’t mind.’*

Oh god, she’s going to watch us have sex! I move my finger, wet from my pussy, and gently touch my clit, just slow touches for now, I don’t want to rush things.

*’Really?’ I ask. ‘Yeah, sorry – is that weird?’ ‘No it’s cool,’ I say. ‘In fact I’ve always had a fantasy about being watched.’ ‘Mmm yeah,’ Paul agrees ‘I’ve always liked the idea of that too.’*

I’m stroking my clit, trying not to be too disbelieving of the cheesy porn-movie style dialogue I’m writing in my head. With my other hand, I gently tease my nipple. I kinda wish I’d started clothed, so I could undress at the same time as my fantasy self, but it’s too late now.

*’God I’d love to watch you guys,’ says Amy. ‘It would be like my own private porn film.’ ‘Mmmm yeah,’
I say, ‘I think I’d find that really hot too. Provided you just watched, no touching.’ I turn to Paul. ‘What do you think – shall we give her a show?’ Paul grins. ‘Yeah, let’s do that.’*

Back in my room I’m breathing fast and shallow, my heart is racing. I need to slow down, or I’m going to come before they’ve even got their clothes off. I move away from my clit, and bring those fingers up to my nipple. I stroke the wetness over the nipple then slide my fingertips over the curve of my breast, feeling it’s shape. My eyes are closed, picturing the scene as Paul and I start to make out…

*We kiss, me sitting back on the sofa as he kisses me, my hands pushing under his clothes to feel the muscles of his torso…*

I carry on stroking my own boobs as I imagine my fingers feeling his pecs. My tongue moves in my mouth as I imagine the kissing…

*I pull off his t-shirt exposing his muscular body. Still kissing, he pulls up my top, to expose my bra, then bends to kiss between my breasts. As he bends I see Amy, sitting in the chair, her hand in her crotch. ‘Do you mind if I touch myself?’ she asks. ‘No, of course not I was hoping you would.’ She stands up and takes off her jeans then sits back down, her legs apart.*

Unable to my hold off any longer, my hand takes itself back between my legs as I imagine this. My clit feels hard under my fingers as I stroke it quickly, then move away downwards, pushing a finger then two inside myself…

*Paul unhooks my bra and kisses my tits, licking my nipples…*

…I stroke my wetness over my own nipples again in time with Paul’s imaginary tongue…

*…then kissing down my stomach towards my jeans, which he undoes and pulls down, pulling my pants down at the same time. He kisses up my thighs, reaching the top and kissing my labia before sliding his tongue up between them and onto my clit. I moan and push up towards him. Amy still sits opposite, her fingers between her legs, her cheeks flushed.*

As I imagine Paul’s tongue on my clit, I simulate the touch, moving my finger up and over my clit as a tongue would do, lifting my hips off the bed. My real life moans play out in the fantasy too.

*Paul stands up, and leans over to kiss me again. I reach towards the button of his trousers. ‘Oh yes,’ says Amy, ‘show me his cock. I need to see his cock.’ I undo the jeans and he stands in front of me as I sit on the sofa. I pull down his jeans and pants together, and he steps out of them. His cock is at my face level, rock hard, pointing up and out towards my lips. I reach between my own legs. Amy stands and walks round, resting her bare bum on the arm of the sofa and watches as I take his cock into my mouth.*

My mouth forms a blowjob shape as I imagine his penis in my mouth. I feel its width, its taste. My tongue slides in and out of my mouth, sliding over the swollen tip of the fantasy cock. My fingers move on my clit, faster now, fingering myself as I give the blowjob in my head.

*I slide my tongue over Paul’s cock as he watches Amy masturbate, her breath coming fast as she rubs her pussy with her fingers. ‘Take off your top,’ says Paul, brusquely. Amy stops fingering and pulls her jumper and top over her head together. Her bra is blue, lacy, and she undoes it with one hand, pulling it off with the other. She is curvy, with full round breasts and wide hips, her stomach slightly protruding as she sits on the arm of the sofa. Her nipples are hard as she carries on touching herself. ‘I’m getting close,’ she says, ‘I need you guys to fuck.’*

Amy is in a hurry because back in real life, so am I. I’m getting close, and I need me and Paul to fuck so I can use the vibe. I pick it up and slide my fingers over it to make it slippery and wet.

*I take my mouth off Paul’s cock and sit back on the sofa, my legs apart. My pussy is soaking wet. Paul kneels in front of me, his hard cock level with my cunt. I slide forward, bringing my bum to the edge of the sofa, and Paul moves forward, placing the tip of his cock between my wet lips. Amy leans forward, watching closely as he holds my legs and slides his cock inside me.*

On the bed, I place the tip of the vibe against my cunt and, in time with the fantasy, slide it inside. I’m soaking wet and it slides effortlessly into me, feeling amazing. I give a high cry of pleasure…

*…as Paul’s cock enters me I give a high cry of pleasure. He holds my hips and starts to thrust.*

I move the vibe in and out of myself in time with the fantasy thrusts, lifting my hips to meet each thrust just like I would for real sofa sex. I haven’t turned the vibe on yet, but I will at soon. I’m very close, but I want the fantasy to finish realistically (ish) at the same time I do.

*Paul thrusts into me, his eyes moving between my tits, Amy’s tits, and Amy’s fingers, now moving quickly over her clit. ‘I want to see you cum on her,’ says Amy. ‘I’m close, please let me see you cum on her tits.’ ‘Ok,’ says Paul. ‘I’m close too.’ ‘God yes, I need to see it,’ says Amy.*

I turn on the vibe and moan loudly as the wave of pleasure centred on my clit starts to grow. I push it deep inside me, letting the vibrating stalk rest hard against my clit. I move it up and down, pushing it against the front wall of my cunt and sliding the bunny stalk over my clit.

*Paul pulls out and kneels up, his cock wet from my cunt. Amy moans ‘yes, God yes.’ I lean forward and wrap my hand around Paul’s cock, sliding up and down with my own wetness and aiming it as he spurts cum all over my tits. At the first splash hits me, Amy gives a series of short screams, her own orgasm matching Paul’s…*

As Amy and Paul cum in the fantasy, I come in real life. My hips lifting off the bed, I grind against the vibrator, moving it slightly out then back in for each new contraction, my finger flicking my nipple as I often do during orgasm, waves of incredible pleasure washing out from my clit, down my legs and up to my breasts, making me cry out in short, staccato screams.

As my orgasm passes, so does the fantasy. The flat, the room, the ridiculous and implausible scenario, even Paul himself, disappear from my head as quickly as I conjured them up.

I turn off the vibe and lie there, breathing heavily, my body still tingling, I stroke my clit gently as the last few aftershock contractions pass. Slowly my breathing returns to normal, and I start wondering how on earth I’m going to write this up for gonewildstories!

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