Women at play.

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Women at play.This is another true story. Something which happened in 2007. Men frequently masturbate. Fact! Well, so do we women. More often than men seem to think. And, boys, I don’t just mean the sexy young things that seem to preoccupy your fantasies. I’m 56 years old and, although I enjoy regular, good sex, I still make time to entertain myself.I want to tell you about something which happened about 4 years ago. One of my fantasies was to watch another woman masurbate. This was something I’d not seen since I was at school, many, many years earlier. This was about my neighbours. They’re about mid forties, very prudish, I always thought. She dresses quite matronly, works in the library. He’s an accountant. Get the picture. We live in bungalows, totally secluded. One night, I was in the garden. About 11 ish. Their bedroom light came on. Curtains not quite shut. I couldn’t see in from where I was but I was drawn to have a peek. I got over the low fence and made my way through the bushes. canlı bahis Perfect view. She was walking around the room, just tidying up. Then she stopped and started to undo the buttons of her dress. At this point in my life, I’d never had sex with a woman. In fact I’d not seen another woman naked, since I was a teenager. She slipped out of her dress, quite provocatively, I thought. She bent to pick the dress from the floor. Her white panties tightened around her cheeks. Not some lacey thong, just plain cotton. Wow, just so ordinary made it so sexy. I started to get wet. She unsnapped her bra. Her breasts swayed wonderfully as she freed them. My panties were drenched.She sat at her dressing table combing her hair. Then face cream. She stood up. Then, she put her her hands inside the sides of her pants, her palms flat on her thighs. With her thumbs over the elastic waistband. she pushed them to her feet. It was just so erotic. And that lovely bush.She lay on the bed, her feet towards me, and grabbed bahis siteleri a book and started to read. after a couple of minutes her and strayed to her belly, just manipulating the skin. Nothing unusual. I thought, should I go. Then her hand strayed a little lower, just brushing her hairs. No, she wasn’t going to play, was she? She raised one knee and her legs were slightly parted. I noticed her nipples were stiff now. Wonderful, chapel hat pegs, as my husband would say. She put the book down. She spread her legs wide. One hand squeezing her breasts in turn, the other now kneading her mound. I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand into my pants. I am a frequent mastubator and usually take a lot of time over the experience. But, this time, I’d hardly had a couple of strokes of my clit when my knees buckled and I squirted into my cupped hand.She carried on stroking and kneading. Then in went a couple of fingers. I kept masturbating myself. She started quicker movements with her fingers. güvenilir bahis Her face was looking up at the ceiling, her mouth wide open. Faster the motion of her hand. She drew her feet towards her, her heels together, pressed into her bum cheeks, her knees as far apart as they could go. Then she came. Her back arched, her whole body shook as the juice trickled out, between her fingers, making its way to the crack between her cheeks. She slowed a little, her fingers still at work. Her right hand strayed to her right breast. She squeezed it so hard, pulling the skin in all directions. Her left hand, still at work, roughly pulling her hairs then back into her pussy. God, she liked it rough. Then her bum lifted from the bed, her weight on her feet. Up and down her bum went. She was quite obviously simulating being fucked hard. Then that gorgeous squirt. She lay still for a while, her breasts rising and falling as she got her breath back. Her arms limp at ther side. Her thighs still wide apart, the skin glistening with her juice.I heard a noise from my house. Christ, hubby. I rushed back into my garden.What a night. I’ve seen her a few times since. Seen her hubby fuck her, too.Maybe I’ll write about that.

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