This post is a further addendum to my “Ramblings of an Old Man” series, which is my multipart ‘sex life story.’) For more about the background behind this tale, see ‘Ramblings of an Old Man,’ Part 09 – Lumpy Jumper and Afterthoughts 01 & 02.
This post is a further addendum to my “Ramblings of an Old Man” series, which is my multipart ‘sex life story.’) For more about the background behind this tale, see ‘Ramblings of an Old Man,’ Part 09 – Lumpy Jumper and Afterthoughts 01 & 02. I am not 100% certain of the chronology in relation to those other parts (it was 50-years ago guys!), but it is all part of the same relationship, so exact dates matter little. And given the time lapse, some liberties may have been taken with details, but the core locations and events are genuine!
Ramblings of an Old Man - Afterthoughts 03
Okay, so in my earlier ‘Afterthoughts’ chapters, I mentioned in passing, that Julie and I had enjoyed masturbating in front of each other. This reminded me of how this first started. Now, I am not suggesting this is an unusual practice amongst couples. But our introduction to it was accidental, due to an unfortunate medical emergency!
Julie, as I have said before, was an incredibly good swimmer; and became a member of the UK Combined Services swim squad, competing in several events, at various distances and strokes. One of the ‘perks’ of being a good sportsperson in the armed forces is, that you get to travel quite a bit, at public expense, to compete in events in different regions and countries. Thus, it was, that Julie and a few of her teammates, spent a week away from our then home base in Cyprus, at a swim meet in Malta.
As I recall, the meet went very well, with Julie winning all bar one of her individual events, and the team being victorious overall. After the competition, they had to wait a couple of extra days in Malta before the next scheduled RAF trooper flight was to bring them home. So, the swimmers decided to mark their success by taking the opportunity to enjoy the nightlife and beaches, in and around Valletta, while they had the downtime. The latter turned out not to be a good plan.
At that time (mid-1970’s), Malta was notorious for having quite poor sanitation. Raw sewage spills into the sea were quite common (the island still faces significant challenges even today, especially in the high tourist months). In their final hours in Malta, several of the team started to feel ill. It was never 100% proven, but it is believed they had succumbed to a pollution incident, that had occurred in one of the bays they had been swimming in.
By the time they arrived back in Cyprus, on what must have been an extremely unpleasant flight for all concerned due to the vomiting and diarrhoea they were suffering from, three of them, including Julie, were admitted directly to the garrison sick quarters, with a bad gastrointestinal infection. By the following day, Julie had deteriorated significantly, and was transferred to the RAF Military Hospital, at Akrotiri, with a high fever, severe dehydration, and the onset of neurological deficits.
Long story short, Julie spent three weeks in hospital, and another few weeks on sick leave, before she was ready to consider resuming work, and any form of physical relationship. So, we were both really ‘hot to trot,’ when we eventually found ourselves alone, in one of our shagging spots. A disused accommodation hut, in the female compound. To my dismay, once there Julie dropped a bit of a bombshell on me.
As a result of her illness, Julie had had to stop taking her oral contraceptive pills, so the protection they gave had lapsed. Furthermore, the MO was, due to a few minor lingering aftereffects from the infection, not willing to prescribe a new supply right away. She must wait at least until she had been given a fully clean bill of health. This, he patronisingly informed her, meant that if she were to have intercourse, which he did not approve of for single servicewomen anyway, alternative precautions must be used. The bummer was, not knowing of this situation in advance, I did not have ‘alternative precautions’ with me. And neither did Julie.
I was really pissed off with what I was hearing and went at once into selfish mode. Why were we risking being caught ‘out of bounds’ if we would not be able to fuck, (it was strictly forbidden for males to enter the females only area and could result in disciplinary action, or even cell time for me.) We could, and often had to, manually, and occasionally orally, satisfy each other, in less risky, albeit less private locations. In my frustration, I sarcastically suggested I may as well go back to my own block, for a wank. To my astonishment, Julie at once retorted, “Why leave to do that. Why not do it here. Do it here for me to watch, while I do it for you too.”
Now the idea of exhibitionist mutual masturbation was not entirely new to me. It had in fact featured prominently in the earliest days of my sexual enlightenment, with my teenage school friend, Janet; as we discovered the delights of each others' bodies, and sex together (see part 02 – Teenage Kicks). But Julie had never given any sign previously, that it was something she would want to do. I guess there had never been the need before.
I was in but wanted to be sure that she was really onboard, before we started anything, so queried exactly what she had in mind. Her response, again, surprised me. It was to be a total solo act. We were not allowed to touch each other at all. We would both strip off, then in our own time, bring ourselves manually to orgasm. The other person must be able to see exactly what we were always doing to ourselves. But there was a get out clause. Either could ‘cry off’ and halt the ‘game’ at any point if it became too uncomfortable for us.
Ahh, so it was a ‘game.’ A really good game, by the sounds of it. And I was certainly ready to kick off. We spent a few moments negotiating and clarifying the finer points of the rules. In particular, I wanted to insist it was not a competition. There were to be no winners or losers, that would ruin the enjoyment I hoped we would get from it. Julie agreed, and we ‘shook on it.’ Let the games commence.
The silent starting pistol was fired, and we both stood from the bed, where we had been huddled together during our conversation, and faced each other several feet apart. Julie made the first move, reaching down to the hem of her tight, white T-shirt, and pulling it off over her head. If we had been keeping score, she would certainly have made the first point, or two points actually. Her bra less tits, which had been evident previously, were now fully exposed to me, in the low light of the room.
I know I say it in every single part, but Julie’s tits were absolutely incredible. Large and firm, yet soft and smooth to the touch, if that makes sense. Her nipples stood hard and proud, crowning her breasts to perfection. I had seen them many, many times before, but as on every other occasion, this sighting immediately had my cock up and running. The temptation to reach over and caress them was overwhelming, and Julie obviously saw it in my eyes, so harshly reminded me of the ‘no touching’ rule. Damn…Why had I agreed to that.
Growing impatient with me, Julie gestured that it was now my turn to start stripping too. Following her example, I removed my top. Though trust me, the revelation was nowhere near as pleasant, as had hers been. We continued to trade, garment for garment, until we were both naked. An outside observer would be seeing the very definition of ‘Beauty and the Beast.’ Julie’s naked form could only be described as outstanding. The only thing outstanding about mine, was the rampant hard on I was sporting by then.
After a few moments of us both just standing, staring at each other in silence, Julie padded the few yards across the room, and sat down on the edge of the bed. I moved to join her, but she again rebuked me, for going against the rules. Instead, she directed me to sit, facing her, in an armchair from the small stack of them in the far corner of the room. I cleared the pile of junk from a seat, repositioned it about 4-5 feet from the side of the bed, and sat, as ordered.
There was another pause in proceedings, as we both waited for the other to get the ball rolling. Fortunately for me, Julie again took the initiative. Instructing me to “Go ahead, in your own time,” as she leaned back on her elbows, on the bed, and slowly started to part her thighs. This revealed her succulent sex to me in all its glory. Crowned by its neatly trimmed, blonde pubic bush, her cleft was framed by plump outer lips. From between them, peeked just a hint of her crinkled inner labia, already glistening with excitement. Again, I had seen, touched, and tasted that prize many, many times, but the newness of this situation made it seem like the very first time, and it was simply mind bending.
Without it being a conscious act, I had started to gently fondle my aching cock. Using my thumb and forefinger, to slide my foreskin back and forth, over my, by then, well lubricated glans. Seeing this, Julie groaned with pleasure and encouraged me to go further. “That’s it,” she seductively gasped, “grab it fully, rub it hard.” I did not need further encouragement. As she said this, she moved her own hand to her crotch and began to caress up and down the sides of her swollen outer lips, with her fore and middle fingers, causing them to part further, exposing more of her inner sanctum.
We each now had our eyes locked firmly on the other’s genitals, as we both started to intensify our self-stimulation. The sight of Julie pleasuring herself before me, was so erotic, I could easily have gone hell for leather and bought myself off in minutes. But I wanted this to last. Partly because I was enjoying it so much, but more so, that I wanted us to finish together if we could. I did not stop, but started to vary my stroke, and concentrated more on the lower shaft of my penis, rather than the more sensitive glans. This kept me in the game.
Meanwhile, Julie was now going at it two handed. Using one hand to part her labia majora, giving her better access to her clitoris and vaginal opening. As she moaned in her ecstasy, her Bartholin’s fluids were visibly oozing from her, and pooling on the rubberised mattress she was lying on. Her womanly scent, even still distanced from her as I was, was driving me mad. The impulse to say, ‘fuck it’ and just fuck her, was almost too much to ignore. But I knew better than to go there; I would pay dearly for it if I did, one way or another!
What more can I say. We pounded on together, matching each other stroke-for-stroke. Julie feverishly polishing her pearl. Me furiously beating my meat. I have absolutely no recollection of how long we kept it up for in the end. All I remember is that I was really struggling to to hold it in, to the point of pain. To my great relief, Julie was once again just ahead of me.
The clue, as always, was that Julie started to get louder and louder as her climax became imminent. As she finally peaked, her legs started trembling uncontrollably, and she stiffened arching her back, and thrust several fingers deep into her drenched vagina, driving them furiously in and out, and screamed loudly in pleasure.
That was it for me, I broke. I stood and took the two or three steps between us and stood between Julie’s open, shaking thighs. There, after half a dozen more rapid strokes with my hand, I let loose my, considerable, load. The first shot hit Julie squarely on the chin, with the rest coating her breasts and belly.
Being enveloped as she was in her own intense orgasm, Julie did not notice at first what I had done. But as she came back down to Earth, she must have felt my cum starting to dribble down from her face and tits. With first one, then the other hand, she scooped up some of the sticky mess, and myopically stared at it, as if she had no idea what it was, or where it had come from. Then realisation dawned, and her eyes went wide.
Oh, shit! This was the first time I had intentionally given her a body shot; and I had done it without her permission, or even prior knowledge. Surely this overstepped the mark, and she would be really pissed at me. I braced myself for repercussions.
For a few moments more, Julie glanced back and forth between her sticky fingers, her cum covered breasts, and me! Then, without warning, burst into fits of laughter, held out her arms, and declaring “Game over, rules cancelled.” beckoned me in for a hug. Too late I realised that this was not affection, it was revenge! As she enveloped me in her arms, and wrapped her legs around my hips, she wriggled beneath me, transferring my residue onto my front, as she wiped her soiled hands all over my back. All the while she was giggling like a schoolgirl. My ‘gift’ had been accepted in good humour. Hell, I loved that woman!
We did not spend the night there, in the Twynam hut, as we sometimes would do. We were both liberally smeared with my rapidly drying semen, which required us to return to our own individual accommodations, to clean up. We did, however, spend a little time just cuddled together there, enjoying the afterglow, and discussing what had happened.
We agreed that we had very much enjoyed watching the other wank. And that it had made our own orgasms more intense than a simple solo session. And so mutual masturbation became a part of our repertoire. It was not to be obsessive. Just another act that allowed us to reap pleasure from our relationship, mainly when circumstances were not right for other things.
One thing though. Julie said that although it had been okay as a ‘heat of the moment’ thing, she was not a huge fan of the ‘body shots.’ There was, in her opinion, much more appropriate places for my ejaculations to be deposited. I could not argue with her there.
After a couple of months relying on latex protection, the MO finally relented and put Julie back on the pill. He had little choice really. She was, once again, fully fit, and well and his own personal views on singles having sex carried no weight. It did of course now allow many more ‘appropriately placed deposits' to be made.