Showing Off For A Friend
I think I was always into the show off thing. Watching a woman masturbate gives me a similar rush, still, as does seeing a classy woman braless, or, simply wearing clothing that's deliberately but tastefully sexy. There's lots of indications of me being into this from years ago with girlfriends behind closed doors but only the last 15 years or so did I really start showing off in other ways.
Mind you - None to do with trench-coat-flasher bullshit or indecent exposure crap. No. I'm talking showing off for women who want to see, whatever form that might take.
The following account was a eureka sort of moment in that arena of eroticism.
A friend of mine's (now ex) girlfriend and I used to hang out and go to dinner from time to time, some years back. Her and I were open about being hot for each other but had never done anything, nor was there any plan, at all, to have an affair. It wasn't secret to my friend - her then bf - that we hung out sometimes, either. Totally on the up and up.
Most of all we were good friends, still to this day.
One night after her and I dined we walked back to my house and chatted on the porch for awhile. She decided to head home and we hugged goodbye. While we were hugging she said something in my ear to the effect of, "I live so close to you that I imagine calling you to come over and fuck me, knowing you could be here in a couple minutes"....
Well, this kind of talk wasn't unusual between us, and we were well versed at enjoying the energy and not acting on it.
Only thing was, this time, as she was saying this stuff, I got hard. I mean, a 100% maxed out erection, almost instantly.
(I was wearing thin red sweatpants, cut off at the knee, no undies. I'd finished a long run before we went to dinner and after showering simply put the sweats back on w/out the sweaty lycra shorts.
When I was younger I always wore tighty whities because boxers wouldn't hide my cock effectively if I got hard in public, which was often)
Just before we broke the hug I had to quickly decide if I was going to hide my condition, or, be bold and let her see me. I chose the later, stepped back, and leaned against the wall. I was straining against the fabric of the sweatpants. I can NEVER forget how she gasped when she saw me. I can hear that sound to this day. I said we had to be aware, behave, and have our wits about us, but, that I wanted her to look, to look at me w/out being shy.
Sooo. She did. In fact, we went inside my house, and I very simply stood in front of her while she devoured me with her eyes.
For the first few minutes she indeed seemed shy so I closed my eyes enabling her to feel more comfortable. Eventually I opened my eyes back up and it continued.
I never took my sweats off or even touched myself, and she never touched me, but I was as deeply erect and excited as I can be.
Dark wet spots started showing up from the precum that flowed, which heightened the intensity for us both, too.
Long story shorter, this went on for about an hour. I ended up walking her home, and for the most part, I was totally hard the whole time.
Towards the end she did take my hand and put it in her pants saying she wanted to feel how I made her feel. She was soaking, totally soaking wet. I only felt the wet between the lips of her pussy, didn't play with her clit or put my fingers inside, much as I wanted to.
Otherwise we did nothing else. Just talking and looking, but that hour or so of time was, to this day, one of the biggest erotic memories of my life thus far. For her, too.
Several years later, right before I moved, this lady had been broken up with her bf for a couple years at that point. My apt. was in total disarray and I was literally about to load my possessions and move out of town. She called me late at night and said she just had to see me before I left.
After years of wanting each other, years of tension, the incident described above, we finally got a chance to partake.
It was amazing sex. Visual, highly oral, lots of 69 position, her favorite as it turned out. Also, lights on, eyes open. Very visually powerful.
Sometimes, on the rare occasion that you get to make love with someone you've long fantasized about, it won't be anywhere near as intense as the fantasies. In this case, those couple of hours exceeded the fantasies by a long shot. We were both blown away by how good it was.
A year or so later, by which time I had moved a couple states away, she asked me to take pictures of myself and send them to her. That was the first time I had EVER taken any kind of pictures of myself in an erotic context.
I remember vividly getting them developed at a grocery store, pre-digital camera! I got in my car, opened the package literally shaking with nervousness - partially at getting pics developed publicly, partially because I was uncertain at what I might look like. Talk about unknown territory! In the end, I thought about 1/2 the pics were sexy - they totally turned me on. Very unexpected to respond that way, also.
I picked my faves out, bought her a vibrator, her first, and mailed it off. She went crazy about the pics and freaked on how the vibe made her cum. We had some delicious phone fun from time to time and one other round of amazing sex when I visited my old town. I loved the phone sex we had, listening to her describe what she was looking at of the pics while she held the vibe in and on herself. Total, maximum endorphine rush!
It also provided impetus for me to learn how to show myself off in ways that weren't confined to behind closed doors, with lovers in private, etc.
She wrote me a few years after I'd sent the pics and described a very poignant scene. She was engaged to be married and felt she needed to, obviously, get rid of the pictures, as well as cut off any sort of erotic dialogue between us. Totally understandable, of course.
She explained a sort of ritual she did. Kind of a combination of one last fantasy and masturbation session, followed by some prayer and meditation, followed by digging a hole in her backyard and lighting the pictures on fire.
Was truly a moving thing she did.
Anyways… this was, as I said, a eureka kind of moment concerning lots of visual, erotic aspects of my life.
She's still a great friend, as is her ex-bf, to this day.
Mind you - None to do with trench-coat-flasher bullshit or indecent exposure crap. No. I'm talking showing off for women who want to see, whatever form that might take.
The following account was a eureka sort of moment in that arena of eroticism.
A friend of mine's (now ex) girlfriend and I used to hang out and go to dinner from time to time, some years back. Her and I were open about being hot for each other but had never done anything, nor was there any plan, at all, to have an affair. It wasn't secret to my friend - her then bf - that we hung out sometimes, either. Totally on the up and up.
Most of all we were good friends, still to this day.
One night after her and I dined we walked back to my house and chatted on the porch for awhile. She decided to head home and we hugged goodbye. While we were hugging she said something in my ear to the effect of, "I live so close to you that I imagine calling you to come over and fuck me, knowing you could be here in a couple minutes"....
Well, this kind of talk wasn't unusual between us, and we were well versed at enjoying the energy and not acting on it.
Only thing was, this time, as she was saying this stuff, I got hard. I mean, a 100% maxed out erection, almost instantly.
(I was wearing thin red sweatpants, cut off at the knee, no undies. I'd finished a long run before we went to dinner and after showering simply put the sweats back on w/out the sweaty lycra shorts.
When I was younger I always wore tighty whities because boxers wouldn't hide my cock effectively if I got hard in public, which was often)
Just before we broke the hug I had to quickly decide if I was going to hide my condition, or, be bold and let her see me. I chose the later, stepped back, and leaned against the wall. I was straining against the fabric of the sweatpants. I can NEVER forget how she gasped when she saw me. I can hear that sound to this day. I said we had to be aware, behave, and have our wits about us, but, that I wanted her to look, to look at me w/out being shy.
Sooo. She did. In fact, we went inside my house, and I very simply stood in front of her while she devoured me with her eyes.
For the first few minutes she indeed seemed shy so I closed my eyes enabling her to feel more comfortable. Eventually I opened my eyes back up and it continued.
I never took my sweats off or even touched myself, and she never touched me, but I was as deeply erect and excited as I can be.
Dark wet spots started showing up from the precum that flowed, which heightened the intensity for us both, too.
Long story shorter, this went on for about an hour. I ended up walking her home, and for the most part, I was totally hard the whole time.
Towards the end she did take my hand and put it in her pants saying she wanted to feel how I made her feel. She was soaking, totally soaking wet. I only felt the wet between the lips of her pussy, didn't play with her clit or put my fingers inside, much as I wanted to.
Otherwise we did nothing else. Just talking and looking, but that hour or so of time was, to this day, one of the biggest erotic memories of my life thus far. For her, too.
Several years later, right before I moved, this lady had been broken up with her bf for a couple years at that point. My apt. was in total disarray and I was literally about to load my possessions and move out of town. She called me late at night and said she just had to see me before I left.
After years of wanting each other, years of tension, the incident described above, we finally got a chance to partake.
It was amazing sex. Visual, highly oral, lots of 69 position, her favorite as it turned out. Also, lights on, eyes open. Very visually powerful.
Sometimes, on the rare occasion that you get to make love with someone you've long fantasized about, it won't be anywhere near as intense as the fantasies. In this case, those couple of hours exceeded the fantasies by a long shot. We were both blown away by how good it was.
A year or so later, by which time I had moved a couple states away, she asked me to take pictures of myself and send them to her. That was the first time I had EVER taken any kind of pictures of myself in an erotic context.
I remember vividly getting them developed at a grocery store, pre-digital camera! I got in my car, opened the package literally shaking with nervousness - partially at getting pics developed publicly, partially because I was uncertain at what I might look like. Talk about unknown territory! In the end, I thought about 1/2 the pics were sexy - they totally turned me on. Very unexpected to respond that way, also.
I picked my faves out, bought her a vibrator, her first, and mailed it off. She went crazy about the pics and freaked on how the vibe made her cum. We had some delicious phone fun from time to time and one other round of amazing sex when I visited my old town. I loved the phone sex we had, listening to her describe what she was looking at of the pics while she held the vibe in and on herself. Total, maximum endorphine rush!
It also provided impetus for me to learn how to show myself off in ways that weren't confined to behind closed doors, with lovers in private, etc.
She wrote me a few years after I'd sent the pics and described a very poignant scene. She was engaged to be married and felt she needed to, obviously, get rid of the pictures, as well as cut off any sort of erotic dialogue between us. Totally understandable, of course.
She explained a sort of ritual she did. Kind of a combination of one last fantasy and masturbation session, followed by some prayer and meditation, followed by digging a hole in her backyard and lighting the pictures on fire.
Was truly a moving thing she did.
Anyways… this was, as I said, a eureka kind of moment concerning lots of visual, erotic aspects of my life.
She's still a great friend, as is her ex-bf, to this day.
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