I slow down, just long enough to quickly look around, I needed somewhere to cum. I couldn’t very well mess up the sheets. My breathing was heavy and quick. Fortunately I located a pair of my wife’s panties on the floor. I quickly scooped them up, and laid back on my side. While one hand went back to my cock, the other spread the nylon bikini panties out before me. And as more pre-cum dribbled from my prick, I let it ooze onto the crotch of the panties. For whatever reason, I found the sight of this very stimulating. My grip intensified.
The clock within my head was at five minutes and counting. I squeezed my thighs together just about in time with my strokes. My hand was now flying up and down my shaft. Closer and closer. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out too much longer. Seconds before I knew I would blow my load I slowed down. I wanted to tease myself just a bit more. I opened my legs and massaged my balls some more. I squeezed them, I pushed them together and then I did one at a time. I rubbed them with the palm of my hand. And finally once again I gripped both of them together with my fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Meanwhile, it’s kind of funny to see your cock actually bob and throb with your heartbeat, but that’s exactly what was happening. I took hold of my cock once more and squeezed out the last bit of pre-cum. From there I went back to full fledge masturbation. Time was of the essence now. If I was to find any relief, it would have to be soon. I took my fore finger, middle finger and thumb and began masturbating just the head of my cock. The pre-cum helped make it a bit easier.
I was inching ever so close now. I looked down at myself again. Aching for release I took hold of my cock once more. With a full grip, I began moving my hand up and down. Lying on my side once again, my right hand pushing and pulling on my cock. I felt my balls tighten a bit more as I squeezed them with my thighs. I looked at the beige colored bikini panties laid out before me, lining up my shot(s) if you will. My breathing was rather heavy and quick now.
Time was of the essence now. My hand flew up and down my cock now, at lightening quick speed. Fore finger and thumb wrapped around the head, with the rest wrapped around my shaft. Suddenly I reached the point of no return, as I gritted my teeth the first spurt jettisoned out of my prick, landing about two feet past its intended target. In succession the other five spurts landed more so on the panties. With the few remaining dribbles rubbed squarely on to the crotch for good measure. I continued a slow stroke to be sure I was totally empty.
I was admiring my handiwork when it was then that I heard the shower shut off. I quickly scooped up the panties, wet cum and all, then proceeded to wipe up the remaining cum and/or rub it into the sheets. I immediately shoved the panties under the bed (hidden by my shoes), and covered the wet spot with the blanket. I put on my underwear from the night before (to catch any remaining dribbles…I still had to take my shower). I turned on TV with the guise of watching ESPN.
By the time she came out of the bathroom I was laying there as cool as a cucumber. I just smiled to myself knowing what transpired not two minutes earlier. “Not too bad for an OLD guy I thought to myself. Fifty-three and I can still cum like a teenager (I just don’t get an erection as quickly as what I used to afterwards)”. I guess there are some advantages to being a late bloomer. If truth be known, I still jerk off about four times a week. And I still have sex with my wife at least twice a week! I guess that little boy in me refuses to grow up. Then again, I don’t think there’s a woman in the world who can make a man feel as good as what his own hand does.
I LOVE the shower. I love everything about it. I love the way my body feels when the hot water beats down on my bare skin; how I become red all over because of the temperature. I love the slick, sudsy bubbles that flow over my breasts, legs, belly and cunt as I move my hand all over to wash and caress myself. The shower is my secret naughty place to play. When I’m in the shower I feel free to explore every part of who I am with no worries about being watched (although I like that too, but that’s another story), no worries about getting dirty or messy, so I do whatever comes to mind. I love to pee on myself; I love the incredible dirty release that comes with it. I know why so many people do it: it feels good and wrong. One of my very favorite things to do in the shower is masturbate with the shower hose.
Most mornings I wake up so horny, I jump into the shower, turn on the hot steamy water and in no time my clit begins to fill and throb with the rhythm of the water beating down on my sudsy body. As I rub my pussy with warm bubbles, I flick my pulsing clit and moan in pleasure. I slide both of my hands up over my tummy feeling every curve on my soft body. I run my hands over my big tits, squeezing my hard nipples to say good morning, and then go back down to touch my clit again; it’s begging for more. I wrap my hands around, washing my ass making sure to pay attention to my sweet little asshole. I circle my fingers around, rubbing inside, tugging and stretching it while my pussy pulses.
I take down the showerhead to wash off the soap, taking time get every bubble and caress every part of me. Then the real fun begins; I unscrew the hose, tossing aside the shower head, the water throbs in a straight line, like a long hard cock begging to get inside me. My pussy drips, wet and ready for an orgasm. I slowly point the long hard stream on my clit and flick at it with the water, imagining that my pussy is being shot with hot cum over and over again. I crouch down letting the water have all of my pussy. Flicking faster and harder, I moan in pleasure rocking and bucking up and down, riding the water stream. I do everything I can to hold back my sweet orgasm, but my pussy feels like it is going to burst; I let go, fucking my clit, thrusting wildly, I purr loudly, “Oooohhhhhhh fuuuuccckkk” and cum.