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471. When I was a young man there was an old bank manager in my home town.Her name was Ginger and she had long blond hair and always wore satin blouses and hot tight skirts.I loved jacking off to her at the end of the work day. She was always the last to leave. I would park next to her car, roll down the window and just stroke my young hard cock.She would fuss around with her keys or drop them and kneel down in front of me to pick them up.When I would cum it was loud and long and she would smile at me and glance down at the mess she had caused.Man do I miss Ginger!

Detroit
2 October 2004

472. Last spring my friends and I went to Tijuana for a night of debauchery. The next morning, on Easter Sunday, as we staggered back to the border we sat down on a park bench, a man walked up beside us. He seemed to be muttering to himself, but then we realized that he was breathing heavily. Instinctively, our eyes traced his shoulder down to his hand, and low and behold, he was masturbating as he walked up next to us. My friend Karen has long blond hair and this guy shoves his dick in her hair and cums! We got up and ran get away from this man who should have been helping his kids hunt for Easter eggs. Unfortunately, the story doesn't end there. Before we got back to our car, we witnessed another man masturbating. This one was sitting on a park bench he blew his load and it hit me on my leg and skirt and then he tried to make conversation as we hurried by. I don't think that penises are bad things, but I wish that we could establish some basic guidelines in regards to when they are seen by others. Consent is the key. Men, don't whip it out until your partner has given you an indication, verbal or nonverbal, that they want you to.

Katie Green
Texas
2 October 2004

473. Twilight. I sat alone on a crowded subway car. Men in suits sat reading the Wallstreet Times. A factory worker snored as his shift was over and another began in ten short hours. A single mother with a waitress's nametag sat humming her young son to sleep in her lap with a song from the radio. Vets and addicts begged for spare change. They sat alone on a crowded car, too. We sat like ghosts. Our stillness; our exhausted, vacant stares made us look like we were lost in misery. Even though he pretended to be asleep, the factory worker with his dirty hands and blue, oil stained uniform was probably lost in thought. Anyone who has been torn away from his family, the familiar gray landscapes of home, and cast into this screaming subway beast, full of the rank smell of alcohol and urine, of unceasing sound and hurrying people, is bound to think. He was a skinny old man, with mismatching slippers; all beat to hell and muddy. Just like his face. His hair was everywhere wild and gray. His finger nails were chipped and black; as black as his eyes deep black tunnels. His pupils like marbles in fiery eyes. He shuffled onto the train and began looking around. There were only a few of us in the car now, each of us sitting lifeless and invisible: an old woman with her groceries; a thirty-something mom with her three-something son asleep on her lap; a college girl reading her textbook, her glasses falling off her nose; some suit reading the Wallstreet Times; me; and some faceless vagrant sleeping in the corner. Not much to look at, but the old man looked anyway, staring like mad as if searching for something. As if searching for someone. The doors closed. He looked at me. He smiled a crooked smile, his tongue tip poked out from between his missing teeth. When the train lurched to a start he wobbled, then shuffled his way to the old woman, who sat squinting off into space. He shuffled and stood directly in front of her, even though the car was almost empty. He stood in front of her for a while, staring at her intently as he swayed with the creaking of the train. He dug in his pockets for a moment all the while staring at the old woman. For as wild as he searched around the car, he seemed focused suddenly on her. The student with the textbook, sitting next to the old woman, glanced up, studied him for a moment, and then hurriedly buried her nose back in her book. She may have pretended not to notice that he was trouble, but I saw her shift a little where she sat sitting up straighter, tucking her feet under the seat. He saw it too, and just as hurriedly slid to stand in front of her one hand on the railing above his head, the other working furiously in his pocket. And then he opened the zipper on his pants and started masturbating. I sat numb in disbelief. She didn't do a thing; never once glanced up from her book. A moment later, he jerked a bit wild swayed with a turn in the tracks and tapped her textbook. She glanced up into his focused eyes and toothless, tongue-tipped grin. She glared at him. And then she went right back to reading. How long was she going to pretend that she didn't notice? No one seemed to notice. No one made a move or said a thing. Everyone sat staring off in different directions, or sitting with their eyes closed even buried in a textbook and a newspaper. They did anything in order to imagine that he wasn't there and that he wasn't doing what they thought they saw him doing. Everyone wanted to be left alone. The old trickster began to really pump his arm, and the old woman finally turned her head away from him, a look of revulsion on her face. She made a sputtering noise and then croaked out a horse little sigh of disgust as she moved down the car; away from him. He didn't move, but he turned to watch her amble away. I could see (as she came to sit next to me) that he was smiling with the tip of his tongue darting in and out of cracked lips, between two missing front teeth, his black eyes gleaming, his hair waving and head rocking with the swaying of the train. The old woman gaped at the old man, then around the car to see if anyone else noticed what he was doing. maybe she even asked out loud, but I don't remember anymore. I do remember the mother putting her hand over her son's face and turning her head away to pretend she was staring out the window. The lights were on in the car, so all she saw was her own worn _expression unsmiling back at her. How long would we all pretend not to notice? He came on her blouse and on her long black hair! With a little spring in his shuffling step, the old man finished, zipped up his pants, and got off at the next stop. The girl with the textbook never looked up. 

Julia
New York City
3 October 2004

474. Most of my open masturbation has been in front of other men or my wife, but there is one occasion that I am particularly proud of when I masturbated in front of an unsuspecting woman. I was away on business in Holland and staying in a small hotel in the suburbs of Amsterdam. Every morning the chambermaid would wake me at the time I had stipulated, and bring me a cup of tea. One morning, just before she was due to arrive, I had a stiff cock that needed immediate relief but I wanted to do something different. So I pushed back the bedclothes - it was summer, so it was a reasonable thing to do - and lay there, naked, pretending to be asleep, with one hand on my erect cock. When she came in, I moved slightly, supposedly reacting in my sleep to her entrance, and started to stroke my cock. Of course I couldn't open my eyes, but I heard her quickly putting down the cup of tea. I expected to hear her beat a hasty retreat, but no - she seemed to remain motionless. I certainly didn't. I continued to stroke my cock more and more vigorously, until I shot all over my stomach with a satisfied groan. Then I opened my eyes. Her eyes were fixed on my hand squeezing the last drop of cum from my cock. When she saw I'd woken up, she blushed and shot out of the door like a bolt of lightning. The next morning a different chambermaid brought my tea. Somehow she seemed rather disappointed that I was awake and covered.

Jared
Erie PA
3 October 2004

475. I parked in an underground car park of another shopping center and took the walkway up towards the shops entrance. At the top of the walkway, I noticed, as I got closer, was a chubby bleach blonde 20-22 year old girl smoking a cigarette. For a split second I hesitated and considered doing a U-turn. But I thought "what the hell!" and went on. There were other people around also, but they were walking into/out of the shopping center, and I was carrying a piece of A4 (letter size) paper in case I needed shielding. I walk right past this girl, and she only slightly noticed me. I then turned to the right, away from the shop front (she was facing away from the shops too) and stood directly in front of her. Now, this was very very interesting and exciting. She looked at my (basically nude) backside and an expression came over her face. I was looking her right in the eyes via my spyglasses ( they're very good for this) and I could see her face just as well as I would looking right at her. I couldn't quite work out what the exact expression was (or meant) but it looked a bit like a frown. She'd look at my butt, and then up to my head. It felt like she could see that I was looking right at her. She looked right in my eyes (via the glasses, of course) and I considered getting outta there PDQ. But I didn't. I thought, "Bugger this! I have been looking for an opportunity all bloody afternoon, and I'm gonna milk this one for all I can!" So I just stood there and kept looking right at her. I walked a little to the right so a pole blocked her view. I wanted it to appear as though I was totally unaware. After about 30 seconds, the frown (?) changed to a smile. She just sat there; smoking her cigarette with her bleached blonde hair, large breasts, and way too much lipstick (I love that so sluttty looking) and kept looking - alternating between my butt and my eyes. It was great! I finally decided to give her the front view, I walked up in front of her and slid by rock hard cock out and began to jack it off in front of her face. She only smiled and continued to stare at my raging dick. Within seconds I blew my spunk all over her face, hair and blouse. She called me a fucker, stood up and stormed off. That was a fantastic experience.

3 October 2004

476. I was in a building with a set up where there was a hallway with offices on each side.There were no security cameras. It was in the evening on a rainy day in a rather sleepy town so there were few people around. When passing through, I noticed a hot, older Asian woman sitting with who was probably her daughter (late teens or early twenties). I couldn’t resist so I passed through again this time only wearing my coat. When I walked by I hitched up my coat and played with myself. The younger woman saw me and just stared, the older woman didn’t seem to notice me and I moved on through. There was no one around and I felt I didn’t get all that I could so I doubled around again, not necessarily a smart thing but anyway, the younger woman saw me and hid her eyes! The older woman then looked at me and I stopped right in front of her I jacked a bit. She watched and I shot cum all over her face and long, black hair; which made her jump and look away. I made a hasty retreat and got my pants back on. I went by later in my car and I noticed that a number of cops were sniffing around so it was good I took off when I did.

Eric
Houston
3 October 2004

477. i like to masturbate at the laundrymat. I ware a skirt with no panties and with the room full of people I go for it. I have never been caught.Once my pussy juice was running down my legs and still no one noticed love lisa

lisa
3 October 2004

478. I am an exhibitionist. I love to masturbate in public. At night, I play with myself in the windows.

Kathy
4 October 2004

479. One of my favorite hotel episodes was in central Pennsylvania at a hotel conference center. I had a second floor room with a private balcony at the back of the complex overlooking a parking lot and a wooded area behind that. I invited a local guy I had met online to come watch me put on a show. It was early afternoon and very hot out. At the designated time his car pulled up opposite my room and he flashed his lights, the cue it was him. I walked out on the balcony and began stroking, feeling the warmth of the sun basking my body. I gave him a good view of my ass and cock. My heart was racing and I was taking my time savoring the moment. The heat leaving a sheen of sweat on my body as stroked my hard cock, I was working up towards coming when a woman about 30 dressed in smart business attire comes walking across the parking lot to her car. My "audience" started flashing his lights to warn me. I was so worked up and stroking to beat the band I was not going to stop. She walked past the room, head down directly to her car, which was no more than 10 feet from my balcony. I could hear her heels clicking on the pavement below. I was in heaven hoping she would lookup. She never did I immediately ejected my load over the balcony railing onto the sexy woman below as my "audience: honked his horn. One of my best experiences I have had and a benchmark for all future showings.

Bill
Butler
4 October 2004

480. Last year, I was a senior in high school I did it on a bet. I was rubbing it so I could shoot it then I ran up to my teacher we all hated. She was sitting at her desk and I did it all over the back of her blouse! It was my last day and I got 30 buck on it. I know its not a lot, but its better then nothing then I left.

6 October 2004