GILF masturbating for young voyeur
Nice to see that some young fellas have manners’ I said as he, probably in his early 20’s... very early 20’s more like, held the restaurant door for me. ‘Fancies the knickers off you rather than any modicum of chivalry’ Dan (hubby) replied. The evening probably proved him true as my ‘knight’ and his three pals ogled, the girls sitting nearby. It was obvious that they were discussing the attributes, probably more imagined than real, of each girl in turn, stripping them beyond their panties. But it never got boisterous or crude. That night Dan teased me about having a young fellow like, let’s call him Jack, get his hands into my knickers probing for my clit. It made little impression on me as I nodded off, his cum intact for another day.
At ‘beach time’, if on my own I stay close to others, if Dan is with me and either of us are in naughty mode we tend to go to more isolated places. He had a few days off work and naughtiness was more than just a thought.
‘You know for the past few days your knight, Jack, has been discreetly voyering you, I definitely saw him with binos today in the scrub behind us’, Dan informed me as we walked in home one evening. ‘Really... hardly he’ I said ‘I guess he has by now hooked up with some young lady who I hope ‘gives it back’ to him very small every chance she gets’. ‘Maybe he is fantasising about you doing that for him’ he replied. ‘Never’ I responded and thought no more of it, other than it was very unusual for Dan to keep referring to someone or something when I showed little interest.
Friday was a really beautiful day. I notice the camera being packed with our beach stuff and thought ‘I’m really not in the mood’ but said nothing so as not to quench his hopes too soon. During the morning I had a few passers-by taking notice, some lingering a while, others standing in side profile trying to draw my attention to their erection, all reasonably polite in so far as I noticed. However, none encouraged tingles in my pussy perhaps because I was totally absorbed in a Dan Brown novel. After lunch I left my knickers on as I knew Dan really liked them, he likes to see me ‘lounging’ in my knickers... so I thought why not and lay on my tummy reading so he could drool over my arse.
While in that position, my knight Jack, emerged nervously from his voyeuring hide seeking permission for a closer look through a ‘sign language’ conversation with Dan, behind my back... literally. After a few minutes, leaving my book aside, I rolled over to be greeted by Jack kneeling about three meters away, looking straight between my legs and handling a ‘straining to cum’ erection. As he stared transfixed, I grabbed my tits with both hands and crossed my legs instinctively to ‘preserve my modesty’. After about thirty seconds, probably less, I felt my nipples hardening against the palms of my hands... prompting me to start caressing them. I was soon uncrossing my legs and spreading more than a little. Dan had reached for the camera as soon as he saw me grabbing my tits. Thereafter the video describes much better than any words I can muster as to what transpired.
My young admirer was wanking all the while. I regularly caught his eye as I played my pussy, opening the lips and closing them back on my clitoris, then running my finger down the length of my split and deep into my vagina, all of which only heightened his hand speed. Very quickly it became obvious to me that he would soon spend his sperm into the sand. I wanted to tell him to take it easy, to relax his gyrations, feast on me and soak up the tingling sensations in his penis and balls but I was now eagerly pursuing my own sexual needs, grasping every rising cunt contraction deep into my womb.
As I began to slip my knickers off it became too much for him. Abruptly he let go of his penis hoping that the ‘point of no return’ would halt itself. His cock jerked a dry ‘hump’ or two seconds before his semen started to jet in all directions spraying across my ankles and onto the sand. He grabbed himself again trying to save and focus the pleasure of his spasms but too late...! It was obvious that his inexperience and anxiety had robbed him of soaking any real degree of pleasure from his stuttering ejaculation. Quiet simple the maestro with the baton ruined the rhythm of the orchestral finale.
But one thing about young men is their perseverance. As my finger, searching from the top of my slit, began to tap the deep pleasure in the hardness of my clitoral erection, his fingers had already commenced resuscitating his drooped uncircumcised manhood.
(I always think that uncircumcised men have an advantage here in that the movement of the foreskin is kinder and more sensitive in breeding new life into a recently spent penis. Comments please)
Dan had turned off the camera as soon as I climaxed and I noticed he was slowly wanking as my aftershocks subsided. ‘You can’t leave a ‘little boy’ longing’ he said, his eyes drawing me back to Jack who was reasonably erect again. Despite the fact that I wanted to doze in my post orgasmic bliss I felt I should assist both ‘my men’ a little more, especially when I read the signs that my man was now in need of ‘getting off’ and that Jack might appreciate some further encouragement.
Picking up my knickers I wedged the gusset all the way along and inside my slit squeezing my legs on it to make sure it soaked up the maximum of my wetness. I then invited my young admirer to take it, holding it to his nose and mouth when he approached. Taking it from me his tongue started lapping my sticky wetness, his nose drawing in all my woman smells. ‘Mix your cum with hers’ hubby exhorted and with this encouragement he wrapped the head of his erection in my knicker gusset. His approaching second cum was signaled by a telltale deep ‘man groan’ which continued fully in concert with his ejaculation pulses and his hip gyrations. He had learned quickly.
Almost immediately a shadow interrupted my evening sun as Dan dropped between my legs, instantly mounting me, I felt his length drive my legs apart swinging them upwards across his back. After many moments of deep exquisite thrusting which further imprinted my arse on the sand he collapsed, groans fading, almost lifeless on top of me, having rode every last bead of his cum deep into my pussy.
When he slipped out, I noticed Jack had moved into a close up position which must have given him a great view of my pussy being fucked and filled with semen, equally he was now delighting in watching cum spilling from me, trickling down my lady groove onto the sand. ‘Can I say something really naughty’ he said ‘yes but it better be very naughty’ hubby answered before I could reply. ‘Thank you, you most fuckable gorgeous bitch I never thought Moms could fuck like that’ he said, his body language exuding indebted gratitude. Now he knows and for the rest of his life is unlikely to ever forget.
At ‘beach time’, if on my own I stay close to others, if Dan is with me and either of us are in naughty mode we tend to go to more isolated places. He had a few days off work and naughtiness was more than just a thought.
‘You know for the past few days your knight, Jack, has been discreetly voyering you, I definitely saw him with binos today in the scrub behind us’, Dan informed me as we walked in home one evening. ‘Really... hardly he’ I said ‘I guess he has by now hooked up with some young lady who I hope ‘gives it back’ to him very small every chance she gets’. ‘Maybe he is fantasising about you doing that for him’ he replied. ‘Never’ I responded and thought no more of it, other than it was very unusual for Dan to keep referring to someone or something when I showed little interest.
Friday was a really beautiful day. I notice the camera being packed with our beach stuff and thought ‘I’m really not in the mood’ but said nothing so as not to quench his hopes too soon. During the morning I had a few passers-by taking notice, some lingering a while, others standing in side profile trying to draw my attention to their erection, all reasonably polite in so far as I noticed. However, none encouraged tingles in my pussy perhaps because I was totally absorbed in a Dan Brown novel. After lunch I left my knickers on as I knew Dan really liked them, he likes to see me ‘lounging’ in my knickers... so I thought why not and lay on my tummy reading so he could drool over my arse.
While in that position, my knight Jack, emerged nervously from his voyeuring hide seeking permission for a closer look through a ‘sign language’ conversation with Dan, behind my back... literally. After a few minutes, leaving my book aside, I rolled over to be greeted by Jack kneeling about three meters away, looking straight between my legs and handling a ‘straining to cum’ erection. As he stared transfixed, I grabbed my tits with both hands and crossed my legs instinctively to ‘preserve my modesty’. After about thirty seconds, probably less, I felt my nipples hardening against the palms of my hands... prompting me to start caressing them. I was soon uncrossing my legs and spreading more than a little. Dan had reached for the camera as soon as he saw me grabbing my tits. Thereafter the video describes much better than any words I can muster as to what transpired.
My young admirer was wanking all the while. I regularly caught his eye as I played my pussy, opening the lips and closing them back on my clitoris, then running my finger down the length of my split and deep into my vagina, all of which only heightened his hand speed. Very quickly it became obvious to me that he would soon spend his sperm into the sand. I wanted to tell him to take it easy, to relax his gyrations, feast on me and soak up the tingling sensations in his penis and balls but I was now eagerly pursuing my own sexual needs, grasping every rising cunt contraction deep into my womb.
As I began to slip my knickers off it became too much for him. Abruptly he let go of his penis hoping that the ‘point of no return’ would halt itself. His cock jerked a dry ‘hump’ or two seconds before his semen started to jet in all directions spraying across my ankles and onto the sand. He grabbed himself again trying to save and focus the pleasure of his spasms but too late...! It was obvious that his inexperience and anxiety had robbed him of soaking any real degree of pleasure from his stuttering ejaculation. Quiet simple the maestro with the baton ruined the rhythm of the orchestral finale.
But one thing about young men is their perseverance. As my finger, searching from the top of my slit, began to tap the deep pleasure in the hardness of my clitoral erection, his fingers had already commenced resuscitating his drooped uncircumcised manhood.
(I always think that uncircumcised men have an advantage here in that the movement of the foreskin is kinder and more sensitive in breeding new life into a recently spent penis. Comments please)
Dan had turned off the camera as soon as I climaxed and I noticed he was slowly wanking as my aftershocks subsided. ‘You can’t leave a ‘little boy’ longing’ he said, his eyes drawing me back to Jack who was reasonably erect again. Despite the fact that I wanted to doze in my post orgasmic bliss I felt I should assist both ‘my men’ a little more, especially when I read the signs that my man was now in need of ‘getting off’ and that Jack might appreciate some further encouragement.
Picking up my knickers I wedged the gusset all the way along and inside my slit squeezing my legs on it to make sure it soaked up the maximum of my wetness. I then invited my young admirer to take it, holding it to his nose and mouth when he approached. Taking it from me his tongue started lapping my sticky wetness, his nose drawing in all my woman smells. ‘Mix your cum with hers’ hubby exhorted and with this encouragement he wrapped the head of his erection in my knicker gusset. His approaching second cum was signaled by a telltale deep ‘man groan’ which continued fully in concert with his ejaculation pulses and his hip gyrations. He had learned quickly.
Almost immediately a shadow interrupted my evening sun as Dan dropped between my legs, instantly mounting me, I felt his length drive my legs apart swinging them upwards across his back. After many moments of deep exquisite thrusting which further imprinted my arse on the sand he collapsed, groans fading, almost lifeless on top of me, having rode every last bead of his cum deep into my pussy.
When he slipped out, I noticed Jack had moved into a close up position which must have given him a great view of my pussy being fucked and filled with semen, equally he was now delighting in watching cum spilling from me, trickling down my lady groove onto the sand. ‘Can I say something really naughty’ he said ‘yes but it better be very naughty’ hubby answered before I could reply. ‘Thank you, you most fuckable gorgeous bitch I never thought Moms could fuck like that’ he said, his body language exuding indebted gratitude. Now he knows and for the rest of his life is unlikely to ever forget.
5 years ago
