Masturbation Toys and Masturbation Stories for My Neighbor

This story is about a relationship I had with my neighbor a few years ago. Time passed and so did my neighbor. I still miss her and the good times we had together and who knows, maybe I’ll get another chance to masturbate in the future.

She was single and at home during the day and I would often chat with her, either in front of the house or in the garden, as I was working from home myself at the time.

She seemed to enjoy our small talk and was never in a hurry to end the conversation, so we gradually spent more and more time chatting.

Everything changed when, one summer day, she invited me in for the first time for a cold drink and of course I said yes.

We sat in her kitchen with the patio door open and a cool breeze coming in from the garden, cold drinks in hand, and it was a very relaxed atmosphere, talking about life, the universe, everything.

Inevitably, our conversation turned to sex. She had been living alone for several years. She admitted that her libido was very, very low and she didn’t miss sex at all.

On the other hand, I admitted that I had a high libido and refuted her statement about not “needing sex.” This led to the question of how many times I needed sex and/or masturbation, and I told her that I needed “release” almost all the time.

She seemed fascinated by the subject and made it part of the conversation, and long story short, she suggested that I should get undone right away if I was always so horny.

I made sure I understood her suggestion. “What, masturbate now?”

“Sure,” she responded, “Why not?—it sounds like you need to do it.”

What about you?” I asked her.

“Like I said, I don’t need to do this, but I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Well, that was all the encouragement I needed, and I took my cock out and started wanking.

She watched me with interest, sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cold drink while I jerked my cock.

She was fully dressed and gave me no encouragement, just watched in fascination as my hand moved rapidly up and down my hard cock.

I came quickly and ejaculated onto my hand. She calmly stood up, found some paper towels and handed them to me. “I’ll prepare some next time,” she said.

Well, that’s how it all started. From then on, whenever I felt the urge, I would run over to her house and masturbate in the kitchen in front of her. She was fascinated by the process and often insisted that she enjoyed watching it.

The first few times she had me masturbate into a paper towel she had prepared, then she suggested different places to cum. I cummed in the sink while she watched from behind me, on plates, cups, and glasses. One time when I was in the kitchen she put a pair of panties on the table and told me to cum into them. I quickly did so.

She often masturbates in her panties, bras, shoes and t-shirts (either worn or left on the table). I guess she chooses clothes that won’t stain and are easy to wash.

I often ask her if she wants to masturbate too, or if there is anything I can do for her.

She always responded with “No, I just want to watch you do it.”

Sometimes, she was busy in the kitchen and I would masturbate while she was busy. She would always stare at my fast moving hand on my penis while she was doing the housework. Other times, she would be on the phone and stare at me masturbating while she had a daily conversation with a relative or friend. She never missed a word when I ejaculated while she watched me on the phone.

It seemed that for her it was enough that she provided the venue, the place where I could ejaculate, and her presence as a very interested spectator.

For example, she would willingly pull up her top and bra to let me see her breasts while I was masturbating, or, when I asked, she would turn around, remove her jeans and panties, and spread her hips so I could get a good look at her from behind to help me orgasm, but this was not necessary.

If I want to cum on her tits, her pretty ass, or her face, I just have to say it and she’ll let me. Many times I’ll cum on her bra or panties, or on her body while she’s wearing a t-shirt. She also likes me to masturbate and cum on her while she’s wearing stockings, and she’ll put some on if I ask her to. She loves to watch me cum on top of her stockings and then watch the cum run down her legs in them.

Many times I would call in and masturbate while she would continue doing what she was doing or take a break and sit in a chair watching me and sometimes helping out. It was a very relaxed situation, both for her and for me. Neither of us seemed to have any inhibitions or discomfort and felt very comfortable.

Well, all good things must come to an end and she moved away. We still keep in touch, just occasionally, but I haven’t seen her in years. I will always remember the fascinated look on her face and the many times I cummed out of my penis for her.