Message-ID: <19341eli$9901260425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19341.txt> From: mind game <svetovid@yahoo.com> Subject: "Rebecca's continuing education" M/F masturbation Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990125112221.26106.rocketmail@send203.yahoomail.com> My name is Rebecca, I'm 34 years old and recently separated from my husband of 10 years. Our sex life started out great and over the years became less and less pleasurable and for the last year or two I have taken to satisfying myself on fairly regular basis. A male friend of mine, Charlie, whom I am very close to introduced me to the joys of masturbation with another person, and various and sundry other sexual delights, including your page. Well, anyway, I work in the computer field in an office of about 20 other people. We are networked internally and all connected to the web and surf freely throughout the day when our work load allows. There are 5 or 6 young (18 to 22) guys who work tech support, very typical "geek" types. I have become friends with one in particular who I go to with any problem which I have during the day, I'll call him Jeff. His cubical is adjacent to mine and the door is just around the corner. The dividers are those movable, carpeted things about 5 feet tall, which allow some seclusion but not any real privacy. Jeff has his desk arranged so that he sits facing the door with his desk and computer between him and the door and his back to me. One day I was working along on some advertising artwork that had to be on-line by 4 that afternoon and was having difficulty getting photoshop to do what I wanted done. instead of walking around the corner to get Jeff, a 20 year old photoshop whiz to help, I just stood up in my tip-toes and looked over the partition to get his attention. There he was, checking out a porn site, leaned back in his chair, and squeezing the bulge between his legs. I didn't know what to do, so I just watched for a bit, he clicked here and there and continued slowly squeezing between his legs. Finally, very softly I said, "Hi Jeff", and he spun around in his chair and looked up at me with a very embarrassed look on his face and moved his hand down onto his thigh, turned very red, and tried to smile. I walked out and around the corner and into his office and sat in the chair next to him. He tried to back-back-back rapidly but each time a new screen showed similar images. Men and women, women alone in various poses, and men with erections and some masturbating. I said to him not to worry, we all have these needs that must be satisfied and that not to have them would be very sad indeed. He mumbled "sorry", and finally the back button got him to our home page. I told him the problem I was having with photoshop and asked him to help me, and added, "when you can", as I stared at the bulge in his pants. He smiled and said, Give me a couple of minutes, OK", and I left. That evening at home I got an e-mail apologizing again. The next couple of weeks were uneventful in the above regard, I would peek over the divider and he would be sitting there working, he did catch me looking a couple of times and just smiled at me. I found his innocence exciting, and while masturbating would picture in my mind the events of that afternoon. My supervisor suggested I download a program at home that might help me in my work, a graphing program that could import spreadsheet data and create numerous different graphs that would help us to track our expenditures in advertising and how effective each was in helping to achieve our planned growth. I did, but it just would not run on my machine. No matter what I tried I could not make it work. I spoke to Jeff and he offered some suggestions, but it still would not run. At quitting time one day he offered to come over and get it working for me, said that it ran fine for him at home and should run fine on mine at home too. At the time I thought nothing of the offer other than a friend helping a friend, and helping the business that employed the both of us. H e showed up about 6:30. I was sipping wine, listening to music and reading a book of erotic short stories, Anias Nin, "Slow Hand", and had a couple of others on the table including Betty Dodson's "Self Love". I put my book down and we went to my computer and 15 minutes later he had it up and running. I asked if he wanted a beer or a glass of wine, an in typical man fashion chose a beer. We went back into the living room and sat down, he noticed the Dodson book and looked at me and said, "for so long I thought I was a sicko for masturbating and not finding a lady friend instead. I feel better seeing this on your table, saw her site on the web but haven't bought the book yet." I looked him in the eyes, and glanced at his crotch and saw that he was hard again, and then back to his eyes. He mumbled "sorry" again, and I said "Nothing to be sorry for Jeff", and stared into his eyes. He looked at me and said, "I'm sitting here with a hard on, talking to you and nothing to be sorry for?, thank you for saying that." "Since you saw me a couple of weeks ago I have only masturbated twice, the last time was a week ago." "Why?", I asked. "Why what?" "Why wait so long, looks to me like the need has arisen, no pun intended. Do you want to do it now and let me watch?" "I've never done it in front of someone." "Please Jeff, I want to watch, just watch, that's all." His hand went to his belt, then to his zipper and moments later he was sitting in the chair with his pants around his ankles and his fist around his cock. He pulled down and the foreskin which covered the tip slipped down and the head popped out, all purple and shinny. His hand moved up and the head was engulfed again. Very slowly his hand moved up and down his penis. He stared at it and looked at me, then back to his cock and back to me. I opened my belt and zipper on my jeans and slid my hand into my panties, collected some wetness from down below and moved my fingers up and rubbed one side of my clitoris and then the other. We both watched the other for a while and he said, "Can I see the rest of you?" almost pleadingly. His voice and the way he said it was so erotic that I could not help but stand up and remove my jeans and panties. I sat back down on the sofa put my heels on the edge and spread my knees opening myself up completely to his view. His hand started moving up and down faster as he looked intently between my legs. My fingers alternated between my clit and further down to collect more juices, and I just watched him. He suddenly stood up, grabbed my half empty wine glass and held it just below his cock and continued stroking rapidly. His hand stopped it's rapid movement, he held the base of his cock tightly, pointed directly into the glass. I saw and heard the first splash, the ones that followed were not as powerful, and toward the end he was just milking drops out that hung on the tip and eventually fell into the glass. My orgasm came and went rather quietly, I think I was too intent on watching his. No matter though, I can relive it later, over and over and I know I will. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>