July 11th 2003

Erotic story: (With kind permission from Chrissy of call-for-pussy.com)
Fantasy: Masturbation

From a very young age, I got hooked on masturbation! Jenny it was, a girl in my senior year who told me about it and I tried it.

3 or 4 years ago, my job took me to London where I lived for a few months in the heart of the west end. I had rented an apartment, and gotten myself a nice boyfriend and life was good.

My boyfriend loved to fuck but above all, he loved to be masturbated. And since I just adore the feeling of a nice hard dick, I happily indulged him and so I would spend long hours after work, taking care of his cock, which I would masturbate in various different ways.

My boyfriend had one particular attribute in that when he would reach orgasm, his dick would spurt incredible amounts of come, and his orgasms could last 2 to 3 minutes.

One day, on my way back home, I had to hide from the rain in the porch of the apartment house opposite ours and as I stood there, a young woman who was just about to go inside that house stepped back and talked to me.

"You are the woman who lives on the second floor aren't you?" and with that she pointed in the direction where my own apartment stood. Not thinking much about it I said yes, to which she said:

"My husband is very jealous of your boyfriend!!" with a funny kind of smile on her face.

I didn't know what to make of it so she asked me to go upstairs with her and I would understand.

And so I followed her to her apartment which stood on the same level as ours and lo and behold, there was a long pair of powerful looking binoculars installed on a tripod and pointing outwards, directly in the direction of our apartment.

The woman said to go ahead and look through them which I did and of course, what I saw blew my mind away!

I could see right into our living room but more than that, the binoculars were so powerful that I could see the details of a photograph of my boyfriend and I which stood next to our sofa.

I looked away and turned towards the woman, furious and said:

"What the fuck lady! What kind of perverted people are you?"

I was livid with anger and ready to lodge a complaint with the police when she asked me to sit down and listen to her explanations.

She went on to tell me that she and her husband had been "watching" me masturbating my boyfriend for 2 months now and whilst in the beginning the thought of it made her feel uneasy, what I was doing to my boyfriend, how I was doing it and how he came became such a turn on for both of them that it also became part of their love making. She told me she knew they were peeping toms and assured me she was not the kind of person who behaved that way under normal circumstances and in fact had never done anything even remotely comparable to that.

The woman had a wonderful and pretty voice, very soothing and reassuring and even though she had been invading our private lives, she had not really done so with malice. In fact the very thought of her admitting to it had made me quite understanding and even a bit proud, realizing in a perverted kind of way that I had been responsible for several of their orgasms! I sat in her lounge for a few more minutes, looking through the binoculars a couple more times and again was shocked by the clarity of the details which I wa able to see in my own lounge and then left her apartment, any anger towards her having disappeared completely.

Before I left she said more in a whisper than aloud:

"We have doing been all the watching up until now, maybe you would like to watch us for a change?" She added: "That would be nice!" and whilst she had not actually invited me for a session of group sex with her and her husband, it sure felt that way!

"We have another pair of binoculars, just like that one! Wait, I'll go get it for you. We are home usually at the same time you and your boyfriend.. well. you know. play with each other!" And before I could say anything, she went into an adjacent room, only to reappear a minute or so later, with the other pair of binoculars in her hands.

I could see that she was turned on. The skin on her neck had turned red with whitish patches on it, and I noticed the erect nipples through her dress. I remember thinking that whilst the sight of my masturbating my boyfriend was the general turn on for both her and her husband, perhaps she was more turned on by the person who was providing the masturbation, in this case me, and whether this thought had any truth in it or not, I felt a familiar warmth running through my own body and I had to fight hard not to look at my nipples who were starting to stir too!

People often time talk about electrically charged moments when a particular sensation or emotion can be felt "through the air". This was such a moment, only the emotion we were both feeling was entirely sexual in nature, nearly animal. The suggestions of what might take place, the circumstances of our being together at that particular time, were conspiring to make us incredibly aware of each other and we stayed like that looking at each other for a long time. None of us was saying a word. I don't really know what she was thinking but I can tell you that my stare was no longer civil, or cordial, or asexual. It was a hungry stare. I looked at her lips which she was biting, her eyes, fixed into mine and then eventually looked lower, deliberately slowly, towards her throat, and then her breasts which were round and looking firm.

I have had lesbian lovers in my life before, but I do not deliberately go out of my way in search of female love. Instead, any sexual encounter I have ever had with another woman has always been "accidental", the result of a particular set of circumstances, and in nearly all the cases, always initiated by the other woman.

She finally whispered, lowering her eyes something which was an even bigger turn on that anything that had taken place so far: "What would you want to see us do for you?" and I knew that she had never tasted lesbian love herself.

"Let me show you" I said, for once taking the initiative with another woman and with that I took the binoculars she was still holding and laid them on the table nearby and walked behind her taking her in my arms, my boobs planted in her back.

She was shaking like a leaf.

I held her like that for a few minutes, not saying a word and then let my hands wonder in front of her, sliding around her rib cage and reaching her stomach which was very flat, and nicely muscled.

She was turning me on.

"Here is what I want you to do" I said to her, kissing her on the neck.

"I want you to be completely naked. I want you to show me your body."

I had just turned this into an encounter between she and I, turning our own spouses into unsuspecting tools and she didn't mind.

"I want your husband to sit behind you, like I am, and do this, exactly!"

The tone of my voice had lowered. She was breathing hard, shaking even more violently and obviously loved the thoughts of her with another woman, and beyond that, enjoyed that I had taken on a dominating role whereas she was now not only clearly submissive, but submissive to another woman, and submissive to me.

I said: "What do I want you do do?" and when she did not repeat my words exactly, I made her try again, and again, until she finally got it right.

"I want him to put both his hands on your breasts, just like that" and moved my hands upwards, cupping both her breasts in my hands. They felt wonderful but I didn't tell her that.

I said: "You like my hands on your boobs don't you?" and as she was beginning to answer, I interruped her: "Don't talk!" in a commanding voice. I was really enjoying myself.

"Then I want him to do this to you" as I started to fondle her breasts gently, in a circular motion, starting from the base towards the nipples.

"That's what I want him to do to you" I said, and then I released her from my embrace, picked up the binoculars and waked towards the front door. She was looking at me, shaken, not believing that I had just left, and judging by own need, in a state of utter turn on and horny ness.

As I opened the door, I said: "Next time you see me, I will expect you to tell me what it felt like performing for my enjoyment and if your story is good, I might consider showing you what else I want him to do to you!

And so I left her apartment with the pair of binocular, got back to mine and set out to install them so I could see for myself what it felt like to be a voyeur.

My neighbor was still in her living room, looking at me, and I could every single details of her. It was both erotic and incredibly exciting.

When my boyfriend arrived that evening, I welcomed him more excited than before and told him I had a surprise for him.

I said: "You have always wanted for me to allow another woman to make love with us and tonight I can offer you something a bit similar!"

He was surprised and interested so I took him to the binoculars and explained to him what I had just discovered!

He was furious, but I could see excitement in his eyes and sure enough, his dick was fully erect! I didn't tell him that the show he was going to see was intended for me.

Story contributed by Chrissy. You can visit Chrissy's web site by clicking here.
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