Masturbation Monday #2
Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Watching Him Wank, Part 1.
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Watching Him Wank – Part 1
He hadn’t heard me come in, the jazz music filling the house drowning out any noise I’d made. His bedroom door was ajar, and through the gap I could see him. He was naked on his bed, one hand slowly stroking his hardening cock, the other teasing a nipple. I knew I shouldn’t be watching him wank, that it was an invasion of his privacy but I couldn’t move away. I was mesmerised by the way he gripped his cock, the way his hand was curled round the shaft, as he moved it up and down in firm strokes. Occasionally tugging in such a way that made it seem like he was bending the tip to point to his stomach. His head was back and his eyes were closed, he was moaning softly as he pulled at his cock. He was much rougher with himself than I would have been with him. I shifted pressing my thighs together, causing my knickers to push against me. I could feel the dampness that was soaking into them, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
He tweaked his nipple harder, pulling at it. His hand started stroking faster, as he groaned in rhythm. I could feel my heart beat faster, and I tried to keep my breathing from becoming ragged as I watched him. I wanted to slide my hand into my pants; to stroke my thumb over my clit, to make myself come while I watched him but I was afraid he would notice the movement. His movements had become jerky and uneven, and he grunted as his back arched pushing his hips towards his hand as his stroking got more furious. A thick ribbon of cum spilled over his fist onto his stomach as he gave a loud grunt. Listening to him come caused an answering throb in my cunt, and I pressed my lips together silencing the moan that tried to escape. His hands relaxed to his sides, and I realised I needed to move away now.
Before I could he opened his eyes and looked straight at me, “How long have you been there?”
“I just…I wasn’t…sorry…” I stammered but with no real idea of what to say.
He started to smile, “Maybe you should come in.”
If you’d like to know what happened next you can read part 2 of this story here.
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