Her vengeful hands

The cafe had closed twenty minutes ago and M was nearly done cleaning up. He was alone in the darkened shop, thinking about the day’s events. One of his coworkers, a girl about five years older, had been especially flirtatious, and M found himself starting to stiffen thinking about her as he cleaned the espresso machine.

She had touched him at every opportunity it seemed, and had at one point rubbed her breasts against his shoulders as she squeezed past him. He was imagining the feeling of her breasts against his body — he could remember each individually — which made him continue to stiffen under his apron. The situation presented only one problem: M shared a small studio apartment with a friend, and knew that once he got home there would be no privacy. He really needed to get himself off though. Glancing toward the bathroom, he decided quickly to masturbate before leaving work.

Once he finished his work, M stepped into the men’s bathroom and closed the door behind him. As he unzipped and pulled down his pants, his erection sprung out readily. Soon, he was working into a steady rhythm, thinking about the girl and her firm, generously pert tits. It felt good to rub his cock after a long day of sexual frustration. He grunted and closed his eyes, his coworker dancing topless against his eyelids.

Just as the first thoughts of orgasm entered his mind, the door sprung open, and M found himself face to face with Irma, the generously kind, attractive woman who cleaned the floors and linens at night.

Hard cocks at the nude beach

Over the summer I made a few trips via ferry out to Gunnison Beach in Jersey. The dunes and wide beaches were a welcome diversion from the sticky hot city. As were the crowds of naked New Yorkers.

My first visit was with a group of friends — which was a great, sunny, nude day — but what I really want to tell you about is my second visit, when I went alone. It was a Saturday and the beach was packed with shiny naked people. People swimming, people sleeping, people kissing, people showing off their bodies, people gazing at others’ bodies. I stripped down right away and took a walk along the beach, to survey the scene.

My end of the beach was a pretty even mix of men and women, and I stopped to watch a group of college girls splash around in the waves. I had to be careful not to watch their bodies too closely, not to notice the way their firm little breasts bounced as they jumped. I didn’t want to get a hardon right there in front of them, a hundred yards away from my clothes, with no way of hiding it. I moved on.

As I moved down the beach the number of men increased, especially the number of groups of men. I started to notice men here and there staring at me, checking me out. They glanced down at my dick and back up at me, smiling. I didn’t mind, so I just kept on walking, my cock and balls swaying softly from side to side.

At some point, the guarded beach ended and the people thinned out. There were only people like me left, strolling. I walked quite a distance down the beach, enjoying the sun and the breeze on my naked body. Enjoying the small thrill of passing people and thinking, I’m naked right now. They’re naked. We just saw each other naked. I thought of what it would be like to pass the same people on the street sometime, and to remember what their bodies looked like without their clothes.

And then I came upon two guys swimming near the shore. They were laughing. One of them stood up and I saw that he had a full erection. I smiled at him and kept walking. I wanted to turn back and watch them. Something about his hardon and the other guy’s presumed hardon was so fascinating to me. It was the juxtaposition of the public beach, the nudity and the arousal I think that got me so curious. I turned around, pretending to look back at something else, and the standing guy called to me, “Hey, you wanna take a swim?”