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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

Onanism as erotic entertainment

I suppose I've been fascinated by voyeurism since my late teens.

We lived in a house which backed onto woods. At evening times in spring and summer I would walk our dog there - though the real reason was to spy on the lovers who went there for sex. Whether they were stretched out naked, fucking in the grass, or fondling each other up against a tree, it never failed to get me hard. Once back home in bed, I would masturbate over the sights I'd witnessed. On one memorable occasion I spied a young blonde woman on her knees, giving an older man a lovely blow job. It culminated with him anointing her face with a huge facial. That time I never made it back home to jerk off, copiously filling my shorts. My mother gave me an old fashioned look when I told her the dark stain was from the dog splashing through a puddle.

In my early-twenties, I would sometimes hang around public toilets, getting a sexual frisson from observing adult men eyeing each other up hungrily, prior to a session of mutual masturbation in one of the cubicles. I always avoided eye contact. I didn't want to join in their games; I just wanted to get off listening to their ecstatic grunts and groans. While they fondled each other behind a locked door, I would masturbate myself at one of the stalls. Sometimes older men would stand beside me in the next stall, slowly stroking themselves and looking enviously at my cock. I never responded to their glances or nervous coughs.

Now the tables are turned. As a mature adult, I delight in letting others see me, naked and masturbating.

The house I live in (many miles and many years away from those days near the lovers' woods) is overlooked by a solitary neighbour's cottage, in which a glamorous widow lives as a virtual recluse. It is all she can do to nod an unsmiling acknowledgement if we meet in the street. The rumour in the neighbourhood is that she is a retired psychotherapist.

For some time I had been aware that my neighbour would watch me from her bedroom window in the evenings, if I happened to be in my bathroom. It is in this room that I enjoy masturbating in the nude, in front of a full-length mirror. I especially like ejaculating over the mirror, letting my spunk run down the glass in ropes.

Late one evening, I deliberately left the window blind up, intent on laying on a horny show for my neighbour. I suppose I was particularly turned on by the thought of being watched, which resulted in an exta-large orgasm that night. I waited until the final spurt of my semen had nearly reached the bottom of the mirror, scooped it up with an idex finger and swallowed it. Still semi-erect - and with drops of cum glistening on the end of my cock - I nonchalantly wandered across and pulled down the bathroom blind.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A few days later I happened to be passing my neighbour's cottage. She was gardening, kneeling in the soil planting some bulbs. She looked up and gave me a knowing smile. She really had quite a pretty face beneath those wrinkles and I decided she must have once been quite a looker.

She stood to her full height of almost six feet. She had a slender body and was wearing a pair of ancient hippy-style sandals and an ankle-length cotton dress, tied at the waist, its v-neck hanging openly invitingly to reveal what are often unflatteringly described as 'pendulous dugs'. These long distended breasts (unsupported by any bra) had big dark brown nipples. As she was evenly tanned all over, I assumed that she sunbathed in the nude.

"I was just about to go in for my mid-morning coffee," she said, laying her fork on the ground. "Would you care to join me? I'm Barbara, by the way."

I took her changed demeanour to be connected with the bathroom mirror exhibition. "Why thank you, I'd like that. I'm Tony."

The initial atmosphere in Barbara's tiny cluttered kitchen was somewhat tense (the expression 'the elephant in the room' springs to mind). She set an old enamel coffee pot between us on the pine kitchen table. As she leaned forward to fill my mug, her dress fell open tantalisingly. She looked up and smiled, having clearly caught sight of me admiring her huge boobs. I thought how nice it would be to ejaculate all over them.

"I must say, that was quite a show you laid on the other night." Clearly this woman wasn't going to waste time on trivia about the weather or the state of the economy. "Do you do that very often?"

"Er, now and then." I suddenly felt awkward and tongue-tied, as if I was being cross-examined by a parent or a teacher.

She gave me a naughty grin. But she wasn't ready to drop the subject. "So may I ask you, Tony: was it done for your benefit or mine?"

Like a teenager caught red-handed, I played dumb. "Was what, Barbara?"

She rested her elbows on the table in a quasi-interrogational pose. "Why, wanking yourself off in front of the bathroom mirror, with the blind up."

"A bit of both, I suppose. You see, I enjoy it - jerking off when I'm naked. And I had a pretty shrewd idea that you were watching."

She smiled as she re-filled our mugs. "I certainly was! Did you know what you were doing - what we were doing - has even got a medical name? It's called paraphilia."

"You don't say."

I could see she was warming to her subject, as one hand had slipped from the table and was now tucked inside the folds of her flimsy cotton dress. If she was braless, I guessed she wasn't wearing any knickers either.

"You're in good company, my friend. Historically, the Greeks liked to get off secretly watching others have sex. Picasso did a whole set of voyeurism etchings that were deemed so lewd that they weren't exhibited publicly in his lifetime. And you'll find paraphilia in many modern movies."

"Really?" My expression of surprise was genuine. I certainly had no idea that my form of perving had reached the cinema.

"For sure. Antonioni's 'Blow Up' was about a voyeur; and Hitchcock's 'Rear Window'. You don't imagine the Jimmy Stewart character was on neighbour watch do you?"

"It never occured to me that he was a peeping tom."

"Of course he was! Stuck in his wheelchair, watching the couple opposite through his field glasses. He was hoping to see them fucking. And then most memorably of all there's 'Klute'. Ever see that one?"

Barbara had now half-closed her eyes. I wasn't sure if she was trying to recall the movie's plot or if she was on the edge of a secret orgasm, as I was pretty sure she was quietly frigging herself. Though I knew the film's plot well, I wanted to get her even hornier.

"Remind me of the story?"

"It's a murder mystery. But the sub-plot is a really hot hooker who gets her elderly male clients to pay to watch her undress and then she does pee-pee in front of them."

"Wow!"

She opened her eyes and gave me an endearing little smile. She was like the cat who'd just swallowed the cream. Though in her case, the cream was now between her legs.

Her orgasm had clearly emboldened her talk. "You made me sopping wet the other night, you know. I took myself off to bed and frigged myself with a vibrator. Had a couple of glorious orgasms."

I smiled at her candour. "I'm so pleased. Would you, I wonder..." but the rest of the sentence dried up.

Sexy Barbara finished it for me. "Would I like to see an encore tonight? Rather! This time I'll leave the light on in my bedroom and sit naked on a stool by the window with my legs open. Ready to slide a nice big rubber dildo into my wet cunt. Would you like to watch me doing that?"

I stroked the semi-erection in my slacks. "I most certainly would."

Barbara's hand slipped back inside her dress. "And as I see you cum all over the mirror, I'll have a lovely orgasm too. Then we can both watch each other tasting our own cum." She gave a wicked grin. Now it was me who was on the edge of an orgasm. I was about to secretly cum in my slacks.

"As a special finale, how about re-enacting a scene from 'Klute' for me?"

"You mean you'd like to watch me doing pee-pee? Like the hooker?"

"Yes please!"

"OK, you're on. I'll drink plenty of water this afternoon, then I'll give you lots of lovely piss action tonight!"

I stood up from the table. My slacks were soaked. She looked down at the dark patch and smiled. "Hey, looks like you enjoyed yourself!"

I blushed a little. "Yes I did. How about you?"

Unfazed, she replied: "I just had a couple of my 'minis' while were were chatting." Then she led the way to the cottage door. "Onanism and voyeurism: two of the most under-rated of all sexual pleasures. See you tonight."

To be concluded

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