A Neighbor, A Mentor.
I remember a hot day, running around outside and hearing oldies music off in the distance. My folks rented a duplex that just so happened to be next door to our house. I used to go over to their homes and play with our neighbors. So just like any other day I ran over and for whatever reason, just then noticed that their car wasn't there.
Being a punk k** that I was, I continued to walk toward the door anyway. Already hoping that they left their door unlocked. Fortune played a huge role in my discovery as I neared a half way open door. Without thinking, I walked right in and immediately made my way toward the master bedroom hoping to find magazines or toys. I obviously wasn't thinking I was going to find videos because in the early 90's, that wasn't really known... not to me anyway.
I approached the door where I was totally stunned and was halted right away. The lady of the house lay completely undressed. Her hands fondling her heaving breasts as her back raised off the bed from what I can only assume was her overwhelming lust. A contagious arousal. I stood their at her door way, over powered by her scent, sounds and intoxicating sight. Addiction to masturbation was the result of this event.
She continued by running her hands though her hair then allowing one to wander slowly down her slightly out of tone tummy. Her plump soft breast with matching and erect nipple faced me. I remember feeling a combination of frightened, aroused and bored y her slow progression. I suppose I wasn't ready to appreciate a woman's patience and sexual habits.
I could not resist. I dropped my baggy khaki cargo shorts underneath which were no underwear. My uncut and erect penis looking straight up at me as though it was begging for attention. At this point my presence was very obvious, although, after a display of shock she seemed to relax again. I like to think that her having seen me masturbating to her turned her on. In fact, her having continued what she started, was my confirmation.
I stroked as hard as I could. Still drunk from her smell, her body, her sense of taboo. Her loud moans both turned me on and scared me. I thought some one might hear. The mixture of fear and lust overwhelmed me. I stroked as hard as I could. I stroked fast and hard. I stroked so hard that I moaned uncontrollably and yes... very loudly. I stroked as hard as I could until long ropes of thick sticky cum, came flying out of me. I wish I could say it was a really heavy amount.. but that didn't begin until several years later. I don't really know what she did next because as soon as I was done I picked up my shorts and ran out of their, quickly!
She was very educational in the time she lived their and most my visits after that were when she was their alone. She would sometimes become angry for my frequent visits and I suppose that taught me to pace myself. Not to be so needy. As a matter of fact, needy people are somewhat of a turn off to me. Funny how you realize things about yourself when you write about your past.
Being a punk k** that I was, I continued to walk toward the door anyway. Already hoping that they left their door unlocked. Fortune played a huge role in my discovery as I neared a half way open door. Without thinking, I walked right in and immediately made my way toward the master bedroom hoping to find magazines or toys. I obviously wasn't thinking I was going to find videos because in the early 90's, that wasn't really known... not to me anyway.
I approached the door where I was totally stunned and was halted right away. The lady of the house lay completely undressed. Her hands fondling her heaving breasts as her back raised off the bed from what I can only assume was her overwhelming lust. A contagious arousal. I stood their at her door way, over powered by her scent, sounds and intoxicating sight. Addiction to masturbation was the result of this event.
She continued by running her hands though her hair then allowing one to wander slowly down her slightly out of tone tummy. Her plump soft breast with matching and erect nipple faced me. I remember feeling a combination of frightened, aroused and bored y her slow progression. I suppose I wasn't ready to appreciate a woman's patience and sexual habits.
I could not resist. I dropped my baggy khaki cargo shorts underneath which were no underwear. My uncut and erect penis looking straight up at me as though it was begging for attention. At this point my presence was very obvious, although, after a display of shock she seemed to relax again. I like to think that her having seen me masturbating to her turned her on. In fact, her having continued what she started, was my confirmation.
I stroked as hard as I could. Still drunk from her smell, her body, her sense of taboo. Her loud moans both turned me on and scared me. I thought some one might hear. The mixture of fear and lust overwhelmed me. I stroked as hard as I could. I stroked fast and hard. I stroked so hard that I moaned uncontrollably and yes... very loudly. I stroked as hard as I could until long ropes of thick sticky cum, came flying out of me. I wish I could say it was a really heavy amount.. but that didn't begin until several years later. I don't really know what she did next because as soon as I was done I picked up my shorts and ran out of their, quickly!
She was very educational in the time she lived their and most my visits after that were when she was their alone. She would sometimes become angry for my frequent visits and I suppose that taught me to pace myself. Not to be so needy. As a matter of fact, needy people are somewhat of a turn off to me. Funny how you realize things about yourself when you write about your past.
12 years ago
