"THOSE WERE THE DAYS.
...my friends, we thought theyd never end!" As the
song goes!!
Im a mature guy, tall, blond but balding now with a good
physique and healthy interest in all things sensual and
sexy. But (and theres always a but) my wife of 40 years doesnt
share my enthusiasm for the regular and exciting, loving
orgasms I crave. So I have had to resort to jerking off and
playing away over the years; if I hadnt, the men in the white
coats would have had me in the funny farm by now!! By the age
of 9, I was an avid wanker since I belonged to a street gang
of older and younger lads that indulged in weekly mutual
masturbation and full membership only came to those who
could ejaculate. My white stuff started to flow when
I was just 12! Over the years Ive wanked in many places and
situations; I have many stories to relate but the one I tell
here goes back to 60s London.
I was stationed during my National Service at a London military
hospital and was able to use my Lambretta scooter to travel
around. Often my friends and I would go to Soho and nose around
the coffee shops and cinema clubs (not very sexy by todays
standards). One night we met a couple of nurses Jane and
Margaret and struck up a friendship based on our interest
in healthcare. After a few weeks we started discussing
more risqu topics.
Margaret was a trainee theatre nurse and had us creased
up with laughter telling us about the hardening of mens
cocks on the operating table under anaesthetic. Many of
them would slowly rise to full erection; some of them very
impressive specimens complete with wondrous tattoos,
and they had to be slapped to deflate them so as not to upset
the older, prim and proper nursing sisters! Jane told us
about the goings-on on Male Medical where she was training;
how a few times the girlfriends of particularly good looking
guys had been found under the bed sheets in a side room. One
time a girl was actually caught wanking her guy off; the
sister was not amused but it caused no end of hilarity and
excitement among the younger nurses in the staff room.
Now to the meat of the story. I arranged to pick Margaret
up on my scooter and take her out for the night. She hadnt
been for a ride before so I thought Id try and give her one!!
Off to the West End to our favourite coffee shop and as we
talked and talked it was clear that we got on extremely well.
So well that I became aroused as she leaned toward me over
the table and I saw the deep cleft between her ample tits.
I began squirming on the seat and tried to think of something
else to help my cock deflate. But you know how it is it was
too interested in what might happen later. I suddenly felt
something nudge my bulging crotch and gasped as I looked
up into the beautiful, smiling, knowing face opposite
me. The twinkle in her eye told me that it was she who had rubbed
her foot over my cock and she grinned as she toe-stroked
my lengthening shaft . There was no way this could go any
further in the crowded shop and once my hard-on had softened
we left and jumped on the scooter for somewhere quieter.
We travelled through Hyde Park, which in those days was
not well lit and I felt her hands slip from round my waist
to my crotch. She gave my cock a slow caress through my trousers
and then unbuttoned my fly to release my erecting cock to
the cool night air. In the dim light I glanced down to see
her softly wanking my shaft; slowly pulling my foreskin
away from the knob and then pushing it all the way back up
again. I could feel her breasts pressed into my back and
hear her rapid breathing because, as she admitted later,
she was so turned on by the risk of being seen doing this and
the sheer sexy feelings coursing through her body. She
also said that she felt turned on by the throbbing of the
engine and the vibrations transmitted to her clit that
was pressed into the saddle as she leant forward.
I slowed down to a steady chug round the perimeter road and
with my left hand felt behind me until I found the edge of
her skirt. My fingers traced their way up her stocking clad
left thigh and, since there was no resistance, I reached
her panty covered crotch. Needless to say she was wet with
lust and moaned huskily in my ear as I pulled her juicy gusset
to one side and ran my finger up and down her very moist slit.
Of course this was heading for disaster what with my pole
being stroked harder and harder, her wriggling about on
the back seat in an ever increasing frenzy and me trying
to keep the scooter on a steady track! I tell you it was the
most sexy experience of my life; sex on the move, if youve
never done it you must try it some time. I have had similar
experiences in a car since but none as fantastic as this
first time.
I shouted at Margaret to stop wanking me or we would crash
into the rose shrubbery but I increased my ministrations
to her cunt. By now I was finger fucking her with two fingers
and rubbing her fleshy button with my thumb. She suddenly
screamed out and gushed her cum onto my fingers as I gradually
came to a halt beside a beech hedge and put the scooter rest
down. She rested for a few moments and gasped in my ear that
she was well and truly satisfied; one of the best experiences
to date.
Now what about you? she said huskily. Taking my soft cock
in her hand again she gently wanked me back to hardness and
it was a fascinating sight looking down and watching as
she used first one hand then both to pump my foreskin up and
down and squeeze my churning balls in the other. I was in
heaven because it had been a fantasy of mine to have a mutual
wanking session with a female. She was experienced enough
to know when to slow down as she felt my orgasm approaching
thus keeping me on the edge. Suddenly she squeezed harder
and wanked my shaft faster and out it gushed; she was watching
from around my arm as she pointed my cock to the floor and
spurts of sperm splashed on the footboard. How I remained
upright on the saddle Ill never know because the intense
feeling made me shake all over and the final spurts ended
up over Margarets hands. I proffered my handkerchief
to her but she sighed and licked her fingers saying that
she loved the salty taste of cum and I reciprocated my licking
clean her cunt juices from my still sticky fingers.
Seeing this started her hand stretching the skin of my shaft
again but I stopped her because it hurt after the intense
jacking off it had just had. But in those days, given a half
an hour or so I could be up and begging for more! So I decided
to surprise her by driving round to the Monumentand
what we did there will be the basis of Part 2 of this story.
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