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So, here I am, on vacation. And you wonder what I’m doing with all of my ‘free’ time (I hesitate to call it free because I worked for this time off). As I type this, I’m fresh out of the shower and I’m lying on the bed. Yes, naked. It would be so nice if you could join me. No kids, no distractions (except the usual bark of our dogs). Otherwise it’s just me in all my naked glory. I take a second to wipe the moisture from between my legs. You know being clean-shaven down there causes it to stay a little damper. So I spread my legs to let myself air dry. My cock flops to one side. It’s a shame you used all of your vacation time up (I know I get more than you), I can just lay here and imagine (fantasize if you may) all the things we could possibly be doing right now. In fact, just typing that causes my cock to twitch ever so slightly. I reach down and squeeze my balls then pull on my cock as I bring my hand back up to type. It was only for a brief second; so don’t get your panties in a bunch.But then on the other hand, it feels kind of neglected. Excuse me while I give a few more strokes. Yes, that does feel good. It only takes about thirty strokes before I’m at my full six-inch length. Now it has become like a contest, every time it begins to go soft, I reach my hand down to remind it that I want it to stay hard. Mmmmmmm, trust me when I say that it feels good Ümraniye Escort too. So, what will I do today? I have no clue. Maybe go to Lowes and look at lawn mowers again, or maybe up to Walmart for God knows what (they’ve got practically everything imaginable…within reason). But in the meantime, I’ll lay here and play and type. You don’t mind if I share that with you, do you? Pushing and pulling on my cock brings a bead of precum to the head. I smear it around with just the tip of my index finger, making the head of it glisten in the afternoon light. If it weren’t for you I’m sure that I’d be jerking off right now with the intention of cumming. But nooo, I save that all for you my sweet.As a bachelor I used to lie around my apartment and jerk off practically every day. Being how the pool was directly across the street I always had plenty of inspiration. I had a regular schedule. Come home from work, go to the pool a couple hours, masturbate, take a shower then eat. As I said earlier, it was almost a regular schedule. Most of the females around the pool were college-aged material, so there was a bevy of bathing beauties to stare at. And seeing how I was forty something, I basically just took in the show. I talked to a few of them, but it was basically small talk with none of it leading up to anything. So then it would be back Ümraniye Escort Bayan to my lonely apartment where I took matters in to my own hands. I always sort of wished that I lived on the second floor (instead of the first) so that maybe there would be a chance to snap pictures, but alas, thankfully I had the Internet!About mid-summer there was one particular young woman there who had a BIG problem with her bathing suit. Apparently the bottom part of her bikini was about two sizes too large for her. I swear to God, that I was over by the ladder at the deep end of the pool one day and as she climbed out, I just happened to look up at her, and I could plainly see her light brown/dark blonde pubic hair. I mean, it was a straight bird’s eye view of her pussy, not three feet from my face. And yet, she didn’t seem to mind in the least, she just turned to me and smiled. Obviously she knew about her ‘problem’ and it didn’t bother her in the least.Over the summer we actually got to be friends. I discovered that she was staying with her grandmother for the summer. The funny thing is that she continued to wear that same ill-fitting leopard print bikini. Obviously a young woman who thought she had something to share with the other guests at the pool. And yes, being the pervert that I am, had plenty of jerk off sessions using her Escort Ümraniye as my fantasy material. Bree (that was her name) was a little minx, and she knew it too. One time she actually asked to use my bathroom, she mentioned the one at the pool was nasty. It kind of surprised me that she knew where I lived. Well, to make a long story a little shorter, I let her use my bathroom. Thankfully it was clean (all except for the Gallery magazine sitting on the counter that I had completely forgotten about). She came out after about ten minutes and made some comment about my reading material. I kind of glossed over it by saying something to the effect that she could learn a lot by reading it. Her reply was a simple “Yeah, I know” and we both laughed and headed back to the pool.That evening we said our good-byes and went to our respective apartments. I got in and immediately ran to the bathroom. The combination of the wet bathing suit and air conditioning was a tad cold. Upon taking off my suit I just happened to look down, and there sitting on the seat were (again, no lie), three light brown/dark blonde pubic hairs. I knew that they had to have been purposely set there because they were at the very front of the seat, lined up perfectly and spaced evenly apart. My cock immediately sprung to life. My mind was reeling. I began to think that maybe she wasn’t going to the bathroom after all. She was either taking the time to set all of this up, or she was playing with herself or quite possibly both. I felt like a little kid who found a dollar or something else of great value.I then went to my massive porn magazine collection and started flipping thru the pages.
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