The last time I saw Lynn, she was masturbating to a photo. A photo of me.
We were in college and worked together on the student newspaper. I often went to the office late at night when no one was around to get some work done.
On this particular night, the door was slightly ajar, so I quietly peeked in just in case someone was robbing us. Nothing like that. In a chair in front of a computer was Lynn. Leaning back in nothing but a long white t-shirt, masturbating to a photo of me on the screen. It was just a candid photo. Not risqué or anything. I had never seen a woman masturbate, let alone to me so this was incredibly sexy for so many reasons. To say I was aroused would be an understatement, especially judging by the now massive bulge in my pants.
Now you’d think a college guy standing there all nice and hard would have made my presence known and this story would turn out like the hottest letter to Penthouse Forum.
Nope. Didn’t happen. And it was all my fault.
I came.
Yep. Right there.
Ejaculated in my jeans.
Big huge hot spot in my crotch.
I couldn’t take her playing with her pussy, and I didn’t even have to touch myself.
I went upstairs to change. I took a shower and then headed back downstairs. I was willing to try again. But she was gone. The chair she sat in was still warm. I actually sniffed the fabric of the chair because I was that horny and knew she could have very well dripped as she played. Sadly, my only action that night was a premature ejaculation in my pants and my own masturbation session before bed. I didn’t have a photo of Lynn to use, but I had a good picture in my head.
That was 10 years ago.
In Las Vegas on business drinking scotch at the roulette table, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
Do you remember me? The voice was unmistakable. So was her presence. Lynn was about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair. She had large breasts.
Lynn? Is that you? I haven’t seen you in like 10 years! She looked beautiful. Almost elegant. She was wearing a short black skirt with fancy hosiery.
I told her I was visiting on business. She told me she lived a few minutes off the Strip. I asked if she was free for dinner. She said she was. I asked if we could swing by my room so I could drop off my briefcase.
As we walked, all the memories came rushing back. Her. Her getting off to me in a t-shirt. My getting off, well, accidentally.
As I opened the door to my room, Lynn walked inside and said “where do you want to eat?”
My answer made no sense to anyone but me. “Here. I want to eat here. And you. I need to explain.”
I then proceeded to tell her the story of 10 years ago. Everything. How I saw her masturbating to me. How I came in my pants as I watched. How I went upstairs to clean up and when I came back downstairs she was gone. How I sniffed the chair.
She seemed embarrassed while aroused. She said there was something manly about me in college and she liked to play with herself imaging my hands all over her. She said she had no idea anyone saw her that night.
And then I just went for it.
“Will you masturbate for me?” Right there. In that chair. Facing the wall. I’d like to have a do-over of that night.
She looked at me with this twinkle in her eye. It was a piercing hot look from beyond those blue-green eyes.
“Do you have any t-shirts in your suitcase? Maybe a white one?”
Of course I did, because what guy doesn’t pack a white t-shirt? She smiled, grabbed it and went off to the bathroom.
When she came out, my white shirt was all she was wearing. It was 10 years ago all over again. But it was somehow even hotter in my shirt.
I walked outside and then slowly opened the door which I left slightly ajar. I wanted to re-create the moment as close as I could. When I walked in, there she was. Back to me. Legs spread. Masturbating. But this time she turned around.
“What are you doing here? “I … I am so embarrassed.”
“Lynn … Are you? Is that me in that picture?
On her phone is a photo from my Facebook. Just me in a candid shot. Like last time, nothing even close to risqué.
As I stood next to her, my cock grew a million sizes.
She pulled down my zipper and let him out. I could tell that for all her mental pictures of me and my strong hands that she was very pleased with my strong cock.
I had all these thoughts. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to fuck her with that skirt on. I wondered if she’s into anal. But the blowjob she was giving me was one of the best I ever had. Two fisted. Just the right amount of saliva. Tickling my balls. The fact that she even partially deepthroated me was impressive. I stood there as she sat in that chair and blew me. When she switched from two fists to one, she put her free hand back under her skirt.
And then she whispered.
“First I cum. Then you cum.”
She leaned back and put her feet up on the hotel desk. I’m watching the whole thing in the mirror. She’s playing with her pussy. I could tell as she manually vibrated that sexy mound that her orgasm would soon overwhelm her. She played faster. And her breathing sped up. She moaned. She said the magic words “oh god I’m going to cum!”
I stood there. Watching. Amazed at how beautiful this woman was. Her pussy looked so sensitive. I could tell as she touched her clit.
And while I wanted to lick up all the cum from it, I kept the fantasy genuine. I just watched.
“Mmmm, your turn. Come here. I’m going to swallow your cum.”
Lynn goes back to the two-fisted blowjob. The spit. The desperate attempt to deepthroat my entire shaft but falling adorably short. The feeling she had where the orgasm was building as she fingered herself faster was transferring to me because she started sucking faster. And harder. And wetter. I was now deep in the throes of the best blowjob I ever had.
And then … my balls started to fill up. She knew it was time. And as my balls overflowed into my giant shaft, she pressed her face into my groin and took just about all of it into her throat. I held the back of her head and unloaded into that pretty lipstick smudged mouth. She swallowed every single drop. No gagging. Just the sound of a satisfied beautiful woman gulping down my steaming hot cum.
When I was done, she stood up. And she smiled. She put her fingers in her pussy and then put them in my mouth.
“So where do you want to eat?”
We ordered room service. Lynn kept my t-shirt on the whole time.
Then we had dessert.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x6ikcq/the_masturbation_doover_mf
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