This is not my usually fictionalized porn or even half-truth porn. This one is really really true, and if you are reading it you have become a VERY trusted friend and I want you to know. Don't let me down.
I’m not Nancy’s best friend, I don’t even really like her all that much; but I masturbated when she was present once. Yeah, I really did. True story, friends.
We were all at that resort motel on the coast. She wanted to go swimming in the huge indoor pool with floor to ceiling windows that look out over the beach. The other three of us didn’t want her to swim alone, but nobody was energetic enough to volunteer to go with her. My wife made me go, anyway.
There was nobody else in the pool; it was a rainy, gray afternoon – not really inviting for swimming, But Nancy had to have her “exercise”. I tagged along in my t-shirt and swim trunks, just in case I’d have to jump in and save her or something. But when we got there is was very warm and humid in the pool building, nice and comfy. There happened to be one of those adult spas right next to the large pool. After Nance put her bag and towel down on the bench and showered off, she jumped into the pool and was warming up with a short lap. I decided “what the hell” and sank down into the spa next to the pool. I turned on the jet pumps and quickly the water was frothing around me.
I watched Nancy begin her exercise laps. Now Nance is a big woman, six feet or so and manly. Small tits, big shoulders, muscular, with strong muscular legs. She’s about half a lesbian, my wife and I decided long ago. Nothing wrong with that but it guarantees she’s not very attracted to men, … me in particuShe didn’t need the bathing cap she had on; her hair was bobbed very short.
So I was about chest deep in the spa, leaning against the wall closest to the pool and watching Nance swim. The water was all warm and sort of sudsy, with a lot of submerged water jets around the sides, squirting powerful steams into the pool. One was right next to me just about waist high. I moved over in front of it as I monitored Nancy over in the pool. Hmmm, it was a very strong pulse of water shooting out, right at penis level. I just had to … you know. I moved my crotch over in front of it and felt the strong jet of water blast against my trunks. Yeah, it was nice! Real powerful. I put my dick right in the middle of it and was rewarded with a strong sensation of vibrating water. Maybe a little too powerful. I could probably hurt my dick if I let the full stream spurt onto it. But I had to try. Already my erection was starting and I usually obey my cock.
I mashed up against the wall of the spa and watched Nancy swim. Cautiously, I tugged my swim trunks down until they were half way down my thighs. My cock was naked in the water and throbbing to hardness. I leaned on the tiles edging the pool, with my elbows bent. Slowly I edged my penis toward the hard stream of warm water. Oh, God yes. That was really fucking incredible the way it blasted against my nude prick. It did hurt to put t my penis directly in the middle of the blast, but I moved slowly until just the right amount of water was sluicing straight into my dick head. I got hard, really good and hard as the water masturbated me. I found I could “fuck” in and out and around the stream of rushing water. I lowered on hand down and lifted my prick enough so that I could also let the jet hit my balls. A little to close and it was painful but soon I learned how to move my crotch so that my cock and my balls were being perfectly stimulated.
All Nancy could see was a smiling, half attentive guy leaning on his elbows and observing her. She would have been furious; scandalized if she knew I was masturbating in the spa jet. I just let the water do its thing, building up my sexual pleasure as I gently moved my cock and balls around.
It was easy to fantasize about fucking Nancy as I looked at her long body moving in the water. It was easy to fantasize about fucking Nancy as I looked at her long body moving in the water. Yeah, her tits weren’t that big, but they were each a large mouthful. Yeah, those tits weren’t that great but the tight bikini top left plenty of their meaty flesh exposed. Her tummy was rounded, but only middle aged rounded. When she did the back stroke, I could see just an inch or so of her dark brown pubic hair showing above her swimsuit waistband. She wasn’t all that fastidious about her pubes. It was kind of manly of her. I promised to let myself have a look when she got out of the pool later to see if her muff hairs stuck out of the leg openings too. I totally had to imagine her pussy, thinking about fat labia swelling in the water, her juices mixing with the pool water. I fantasized about her clit – she often goes away with a girlfriend or two for weekend holidays. I imagined a big fat girl-dick sticking out after being sucked by Jenny or Margaret or one of those two lesbians who live across the road from them.
I imagined those long strong legs wrapped across my ass rather than flutter kicking in the water. I though of her on her knees as I dragged her suit bottom off her ass and fucked into her wet pussy right here on the edge of the pool, doggie style.
Here was this masturbation muse swimming right in front of me, her big body undulating as I thrust my cock in and out of the hard stream of the water jet, swaying my ass as I let the jet masturbate me. I waved at her and whispered quietly how she’d never know I was masturbating to her right now, and picturing how I’d fuck the hell out of her. As if in sexual synchronism, I trust into the water jet in time to her swimming strokes. Careful … careful not to make it too much, too stimulating. I enjoyed a long playtime with my penis and balls, loving how I was really getting off over this woman who could barely understand me, and who would be incensed if she knew I was about to cum this way.
Yeah, yeah, finally I couldn’t stop it from happening. I clenched my teeth and groaned just a little as I pushed my prick into the hardest part of the stream and felt the water tear the cum out of the slit in the end of it aI pulsed and pulsed barely able to stand the super stimulating pressure of the water. It was all I could do just to keep from yelling, “I’m cumming Nancy! I cumming over you, you bitch. I’m fucking letting this spa masturbate me and I’m cumming because of you!”
I held myself up on my elbows, hearing me groan, “so fucking good!” and feeling my penis squirt over and over under the water. God, what if she did hear? Would she fuck me? There’s always been the slight antipathy between us where she’d either go ballistic or simply choose to comply if I grabbed her demanded she let me fuck her.
There was a sweet few minutes where I just let my cock revel in the erotic stimulation of the water jet. I stayed hard a little longer than usual, it felt good a little more than usual, but finally I had to reach down and carefully pull up my trunks to cover my deflating erection. Nancy was climbing out of the pool.
She grabbed her towel and began drying off. I quickly moved around the edge of the spa until I was behind her as she bent over to dry her legs. Yeah! There were a few stray strands of pubic sticking out of the bottom of her swimsuit! She was a fucking furry beast! I almost started imagining her taint and her naked anus- her asshole --fringed with curly brown pubic hair! I climbed out of the spa, avoiding two little blobs of my cum floating toward the drain gutter. I pushed the spa pump button one more time to make sure the filters got all my sperm.
“Thanks for watching me,” she said as she stuffed her things into her bag.
“My pleasure,” I said; and I meant it.
We went back to our suite.
Oh yes, I occasionally masturbate to her when I’m alone, perverted as that is. I do that with a half-dozen others of our circle of friends instead of my porn muses. When the wife and I go over to have dinner or drinks with them, I usually sit so that I can occasionally glance over and cautiously look at the crotch of her jeans or her sweat pants and wonder what’s in there. (Nance is totally oblivious as to how she opens and closes her legs around her friends.) I stick my hand in my pocket and secretly rub my dick to her then. There’s probably a chance that I will make a complete ass of myself at some point and try to get her to fuck me.
Okay. you can ask any question about this. I don't keep secrets from close friends. This one is true, I promise.