Watching/Being Watched

[BoyOnan]

Recently single for the first time in a while, I've turned to masturbation in a very big way, eroticising the act and enjoying it several times a day.

Perhaps my most desired and as yet unfulfilled fantasy scenario involves masturbating with a female stranger; in private (hotel, bedroom), in semi-public (library, public toilet, parking garage, bookstore), fully clothed (ejaculating in my pants, she in her panties) or completely naked.

There would be no touching of one another, just mutual self-stimulation.

Another fantasy involves frottage; usually on public transportation. Crowded onto a bus or subway car filled to capacity, finding myself forced against a woman, front to front, or front to back, being unable to stop my penis from becoming erect in my pants and pressing against the mons or buttocks of a woman who, much to my surprise, starts pushing back, dry humping until we both climax explosively from the friction.

As a pre-adolescent, my fondest sexual memory was when I had to have my temperature taken by a camp nurse who was old enough to be my mother but turned me on so much I was constantly erect in her presence. Ordered to drop my jeans, but leave my briefs on, she sat in a chair as I stood before her, trying to cover the tent my boner was making in the white cotton. She slid them down only in the back as she wrapped one arm around my waist and reached around with her other hand to slide the lubricated rectal thermometer into my anus. I nearly lost my balance and held on to her shoulder as the thermometer bulb passed my sphincter. My penis slid up against the side of her brest on the outside of her uniform and as she slid the thermometer the rest of the way inside my bottom, I shuddered and erupted, shooting my sperm which soaked thru the cotton and stained the whole front of her blouse.

I masturbate alot to that memory and would love to find a way to duplicate it.

This seems like it would probably be a fetish or fantasy enjoyed overwhedmingly by males, but I'm interested in chatting with any women who might share my kink.

 

[Brazen Irish]

Mmm, what a delicious imagination you have. And you aren't alone in such naugty thoughts.

I always liked the idea of attending a formal dance dressed in silk. The kind of gown that has a very tight bodice squeeze and hug my breasts all night and a flowing trail to swish about my stocking-clad legs. I'd pick someone from the crowd, a sexy stranger in a black suit and spend several hours teasing him.

It would start slow, whisking my fingers at the back of his neck, brushing them over his skin. I'd stand near him and inhale his scent and curl my arms through his so that my side was pressed against him. We'd talk with the other guests, but my hand would trail to his ass and distract him. Eventually, I'd brush against him and slip away each time he reached for me. When we danced I'd plaster my chest to his and curl my fingers through his hair. When at last I was sure he could take no more, his body tight and hard with need, when he was practically panting after me, I'd let him take me from into the hall which of course would be dark.

He'd probably want the upper hand, to simply lift my skirts, hook a finger beneath my panties to ensure that I was wet before he undid his pants and shove himself inside of me, do me right there against the wall. But I wouldn't let him. Instead, I'd put my hands onto his shoulders and shove him against the wall. I'd grab his hands and lift them above his head and make him promise to leave them there because physically, I could never restrain him. Once agian I'd start nice and slow, moving one hand to fit to my breast, plumping and petting it. I'd lock eyes with his and make him watch me as I unlaced the bodice just enough to slither my fingers inside to tweak my nipple. He wouldn't see much flesh though.

I'd whisper all sorts of naughty things into his ear. "How hard are you? Mmm, that's a nice cock," while fondling him through his pants. "You're making quite a tent in your trousers, I hope this isn't a rental. Why? Because I'm going to make you drench the crotch with cum."

It'd pull my hand away and fit my hips agiasnt his. I'd take the lobe of his ear in my mouth to lick and suck and nibble as I rolled my pussy agianst him. I'd make it clear that I was just using him to pleasure myself, that he was just the warm and willing body I'd taken for the night. I'd grind myself into him over and over agian and until he was writhing helplessly. If he tried to grab for my hips to make me work him harder I'd stop and glower at him, admonishing him until he was contrite. I wouldn't stop until I orgasimed at least once and he came in his pants as promised.

Then I'd slip away breathing hard, fix my dress and bid him good night.

Of course, switch that I am, it wouldn't be to much of a surprise if I dreamed of the fellow using me in the same way.

 

[Diariest]

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