I was about 16 then... virgin and frustrated to the core... By the time a guy is 16, he would have already tried various alternate methods to satisfy his needs other than using his own hands. And the hunt for exploring further excitement and newness continues, until they are able to finally get to the bed.
But, 16 isn't the age to get lucky, not even legally. Hence the teens (specially guys) are always on the lookout, American Pie 1 is a very classical example of such dudes. I was no different than the others, except I hadn't tried the Apple Pie 😉 But of course who hasn't tried using 2 pillows. Havent we ? Men Will Be Men 😊
Back then (about 2 decades ago) we neither had smartphones nor social media. Hence having someone's pics with us while fantasizing about our crushes wasn't a possibility. The only solace were Bollywood magazines and some seductive pics of these females stars. This made me realize that staring at someone's face while stroking yourself was lot more exciting than with eyes closed. The thought of seeing a face live during these fantasy sessions was beyond imagination. Having someone staring me back while me stroking myself and enjoying her facial expression was definitely a killer fantasy. Infact even today it gives immense pleasure and kick to watch a lady's facial expression dripping with lust watching me, and is surely one of my fav fantasies. 💗
Here is how this fantasy began...
I had a major crush on one of my neighbor aunty, her balcony was right next to mine and I could see her if I just stood at my balcony door. I used to saunter around in my balcony, with the hope that she too might walk into her balcony, I could get to see her, go inside and let me brain and hands do the work while my eyes and mind are busy retrieving those recently captured memories of her's.
So what i did, I put a towel on the balcony grill and I was standing near my balcony door and started masturbating while she was sitting in her balcony.
Seeing someone while masturbating was a new and exciting experience.
I feel, she was able to make out what I was doing , by the look on my face and my hand movement. She kept looking at me every now and then just to be sure that what she's thinking is right.
Her looking at me got me more excited, bit nervous too but definitely very excited. I wanted her to keep looking at me. It was as if goo heard me, I suddenly noticed that she was staring right at me , without blinking, her eyes wide open. Her stare made me grow harder and I started stroking a bit faster in excitement.
I noticed lust growing on her face, and its then I suddenly realized the towel had fallen off the grill. My neighbor aunty had direct access to what I was doing. I got super nervous but super excited too. I realized that she had already seen what I was doing and she didn't complain, she was infact liking it. It's this which made that lust appear on her face.
This realization made me throb big time. My aunt crush was watching and liking my throbbing hardness. The thot of someone seeing my manhood made my veins pop out. I was experiencing a new level of hardness which I had never experienced before. Every stroke sent waves through out my body and mind. I stroked harder and faster while looking at her face.
At that point in time, no time in my mind I had the thought of taking her to bed, that moment seemed bliss and all I desired was it to continue. I wanted her to keep looking at 'me' with that lustful face and her desire.
I noticed slight moment of her legs, as if she was twitching and trying to touch herself between her legs. It was too much for me that day and in no time I came splashing all over. I cud feel she giving out a very faint smile . But my excitement level was so high that me coming didn't not make me stop at all. As if I was on Viagra, I continued the pace at which I was stroking, infact the wetness added additional level of excitement , I was enjoying more, I stroked harder. This made her go weak in her knees , its like this was the moment she gave up. It seemed like a reflex action, this time she took her hand between her legs and rubbed herself for a couple of seconds over her saree herself. Her face made me feel that she wants me badly. I was almost on cloud 9. I don't remember how long did I stroke and how many times I had come, but I do remember that it a very long time for me to cool down.
That night, for the first time in my life I was fantasizing and building on what had already happened. I had never experienced so much excitement and hardness ever in my life. The thought of a woman watching me, and enjoying that sight seemed lot more exciting that the actual act.
Isnt it true to say - Sex is all about mind, not just the body.
Do you think I would have stayed normal while recalling and writing this experience ?
