Gripping the edge of the bed, I feel my sexual tension build, edging steadily toward the point of no return. Sweat begins to pool on my tummy, my back arches and a low animal moan escapes my lips. Every inch of my taut body is on fire from the loving caresses I have been receiving. I writhe toward hands that know a thousand ways to make me hot. As my cunt wraps around the familiar stroking fingers, I think of nothing else but the pleasures that are being bestowed. Stewart’s fingers are driving into my vagina with deep, forceful thrusts. Two fingers, then three: I feel stuffed to the brim, my clitoris red-hot as he rubs it vigorously with his other hand.

I’m almost there, the desire for his cock increasing my need, my pleasure. He senses my impending explosion and goes at it with unleashed masculine energy, wildly finger-fucking me as I spread my legs wide. I’m right at the edge, ready to explode. I can feel it coming, my body taut with expectancy. my mind a blank. Finally … my body bucks and kicks, my pelvis thrusts forward, and hot flashes of orgasmic release sweep through me as I come with wild abandon.

Now I feel myself floating into the dreamland of sexual release. Deep sighs, relaxing muscles and a short rest bring me back to earth. I feel fantastic, beautiful and feminine. Once I’ve regained my senses, I slick down my hands with some oil and give my partner the relief he’s been so patiently waiting for.

Stewart and I have been masturbating each other with some regularity for almost a year now. Although we have given each other intense sexual fulfillment, we have never actually had intercourse together. Of course, it helps that each of us has an occasional lover on the side, but between the two of us, it’s strictly a hands-only affair.

You see, Stewart and I are old friends — and I mean friends. We weren’t lovers early on, but we were always there for each other all through college, through the good times and the bad. At graduation we had an unspoken agreement not to pan, so we moved to the Big Apple together and played roommates for a while. We found jobs as investment brokers at competing companies, and now, a year later, we enjoy separate apartments in the same neighborhood. It’s obvious to anyone that Stewart and I have been the best of buddies for many years.

Thankfully, our friendship survived the big city, mostly through lengthy latenight phone conversations, each of us bemoaning our metropolitan woes. Most of our heartfelt complaints involved the opposite sex, or more accurately, the lack of any sex at all. I’ll admit that during those all-too-frequent times when I had no lover, I often fantasized about Stewart. The interesting thing is that, although these fantasies were vivid and sexually charged, they never did include intercourse, just plain-old, mutually satisfying, old-fashioned masturbation.

Masturbation? With a man? Why? Well, I once had a lover who used to get me off with his fingers, and the enjoyment of that particular sexual pleasure has never diminished. And, I guess, like a lot of women, I understand that intercourse can take a relationship to deeper emotional levels. levels I knew were probably inappropriate for Stewart and me. At any rate, we began our explorations into mutual masturbation at a time when we were both without partners and very horny. On a dinner date that sounded like a scene from Noel Coward, we gingerly negotiated our first special evening together.

At my place I lit some candles and poured some wine. After I lowered the lights, I turned on my gas fireplace and got some mellow music going. Finally I relaxed next to Stewart on the couch, a little bit nervous but excited about the prospect of getting some good sex back into my life. We sat quietly for a moment, just relaxing, staring into the flames. After what seemed like ages, Stewart turned to me and slowly began to unbutton my blouse.

"I’ve often wondered what you might look like under here" he whispered as he single-handedly unfastened my bra, a move that suggested Stewart might be very, very good. When my breasts were bared and Stewart let out a sigh of appreciation, I knew that he liked what he saw.

The feel of his warm hand gliding across my belly and gently fondling my breasts sent warm sensations of pleasure sweeping through my body. I relaxed entirely, sinking low into the couch, allowing myself the pleasure of enjoying every moment of my growing sexual arousal.

Stewart fondled my breasts for a long time, moving his palms along the bulging under-curves of my breasts. He twirled his fingertips around and around my hardening nipples and massaged the soft flesh in his hands. When he leaned over and slipped one of my nipples deep into his mouth, sucking deep and slow, I had second thoughts as to whether I wanted to abstain from some serious fucking. I really hoped we could, though. The idea of getting each other off with our hands really turned me on. Direct manual manipulation can be so intense.

It wasn’t too long before Stewart guided me to the floor, had me lie on my back in front of the fire and began pulling my pants and undies off.

“Now you lie back and enjoy,” he said. “Just let your best friend take care of you.”

Thus began one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. He started out slowly enough, running his fingers all along the insides of my thighs, throwing fuel onto my growing passion. I spread my legs and stretched my arms out over my head as his fingertips grazed my pussy and ran through my dark bush. When he gently massaged the very upper part of my pussy, I practically melted into the carpet.

This was like a dream come true. Every move was slow, gentle, teasing and intense. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy. Best of all, this was one sexual experience I knew wasn’t going to be over too soon.

Stewart was both generous and patient, giving me his full attention. For the longest time he just ran his fingertips up and down the crack of my pussy, every now and then slipping a finger ever so slightly inside and drawing out a bead of moisture. Every stroke was a delicious experience, and every time he let his fingers linger on my clitoris, massaging, circling, I felt my passion soar like a hawk.

Stewart knew I was more than ready for the next phase. First he slipped just one long finger into my pussy. It felt so good. Then two fingers, and the sensation of pleasure that filled me made me sigh. Then three, stuffing my pussy to the brim like a huge, hard cock. I arched my back and spread my legs ever wider, inviting him to explore the depths of my pussy.

He accepted this invitation, really going for it, fucking my pussy hard and deep with his fingers. At first he just plunged in again and again, nice, firm strokes, sinking his fingers deep. Then he got very creative, inventing moves that had my mind reeling and my body squirming on the floor. He drove deep and twirled his fingertips around and around my cervix, something no cock can do, sending spasms of pleasure to me very core of my being. Then he ran his fingers along the roof of my pussy, his palm coming to land directly under my clitoris and massaging it from underneath with one hand while he attacked it vigorously from above with me other.

Some mind-blower! My clit was getting stimulated like never before. Stewart’s moves were so intense, massaging me fast and deep. Every now and then he thrust his fingers into my pussy, caressing me inside while continuing to work on my clit with his other hand. Then he’d pull his plunging fingers back up under my clit and go at it again, rubbing vigorously, while I just lay there helplessly. My legs were wide open, my head thrown back, and I felt myself moving steadily toward an intense orgasm.

Stewart sensed my impending explosion, and he never let up. He stroked me with a firm, experienced touch, fucking me hard and deep with his fingers. Then he pulled back the wet lips of my pussy, revealing my hooded clit, and directly stimulated it. I could hear the little sounds of my wet cunt as his fingers plunged and plunged.

Finally I reached that moment when you know you’re going to come and there’s no turning back. The pressure in my pussy and pelvis was so intense that my back arched high and a light sweat covered my body. Stewart whispered words of encouragement like “Go for it” and “Yeah, really let it come.”

Boy, did I ever! I exploded with one wave of pleasure after another, my body bucking wildly as Stewart continued plunging his fingers into my soaking pussy, never missing a beat. My pelvis rocked, my head twisted from side to side, and I think I might have screamed … I often do.

When it was over, and the last wave of pleasure had passed through me, I just lay there on the carpet feeling relaxed, relieved and a little bit drowsy. I think I dozed for a moment, but when I opened my eyes, Stewart was sitting there, smiling.

“Pretty good, huh?” he chuckled.

“Pretty good,” I mumbled. “In fact, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had without being fucked."

We were silent for a moment as I regained my strength. Then I got up, went into the bathroom for a bottle of baby oil, returned to Stewart’s side and said, “Your turn.”

Stewart didn’t waste any time. He lay down in front of the fire and helped me pull his pants off. I’d seen Stewart in shorts before, and I knew he had an attractive, strong body, but I never could have guessed that his cock was so damn good-looking. When we slipped his underwear off, I was pleasantly surprised to find a nice, firm shaft, hard as a rock and a little bit bigger than average. His red head just begged to be sucked.

But I didn’t. I returned, minute for minute, the pleasure Stewart had bestowed on me. I love to hold a good cock in my hands. And Stewart’s hard dick and hanging balls felt marvelous to touch, and I was really looking forward to working up his come and watching it fly.

I started out easily enough, slicking down my hands with a generous amount of oil, taking Stewart’s hard cock in both hands and rubbing it with long, slow strokes. His cock felt so wonderful, and the sighs that escaped his lips told me that Stewart was enjoying his reward.

Up and down I moved, my hands gliding along the entire length of his long shaft and pumping him sure and steady with firm, strong strokes. Taking up a little bit more oil, I held his shaft carefully in one hand and ran the palm of my other hand across the top of his swollen cock-head. I cupped it, riding it around and around, then slid my hands slowly down his shaft. Massaging his balls in one hand, I pumped the base of his cock with the other. Stewart spread his legs wide, closed his eyes and looked as though he were enjoying every bit of my attentions.

I worked him slow at first, really getting into giving him a sensual delight I know every man loves but that few experience as much as they like. Every man loves a good, back-breaking fuck, but they also like to lie back and enjoy the intensity of a skilled, leisurely handjob.

You can do things with your hands that are impossible to do with your pussy, like simultaneously stroking his shaft and massaging his balls, or really digging into his cock-head with your fingertips.

I slowly increased the tempo and vigor of my handiwork, bringing Stewart’s passion to a boil and working up his come. My hands were moving faster now, sliding up and down his silky shaft as if I were riding him with my pussy. He really went wild when I rubbed my thumbs into his cock-head, digging in deep. His back arched, he cried out with pleasure and his breathing got deep and erratic. I knew I had him on the run, so I stroked him feverishly, pounding down on his cock while I jiggled his balls. When I placed his cock-head between my palms, I got this wild idea and rubbed his cock as though it were a ball of dough, stroking him hard and fast.

I worked him for a long time, loving every minute of it, exploring his sexuality like a pioneer in virgin territory. It wasn’t long before my efforts were rewarded. Stewart’s body tensed, and his face pinched up. His legs grew taut and his breathing got wild. In those last few moments, I pumped his shaft in one hand and worked his hanging balls but good.

At the moment right before he exploded, Stewart’s body seemed to relax entirely. I pumped him one or two more times, then watched in pleasure as semen flew out of his cock-head and landed on his neck and on the carpet around his head. I pumped some more, this time bringing up a long stream of come that shot out and splattered all over his chest and belly. A couple of more strokes and a final blob spurted out, dripping down the side of his cock and onto my hands. His come was warm and slick, and I rubbed it into his shaft, enjoying the feel of it.

Stewart and I relaxed, then cleaned up. We hung out together for a while, talking and finishing the wine, and then Stewart  went home. Before he left, we made plans for our next date. We wanted to do this again … soon. The other thing we agreed on was that it would remain a hands-only affair. No intercourse for us. If either one of us finds someone they really like, then best wishes and our arrangement will end. But between us it is wonderful friendship and pure sexual release.

Sex without intercourse? Not your usual kind of love affair, and not easy to maintain, but Stewart and I love it. I’ll admit that there have been times when I’ve felt like junking our agreement and fucking Stewart’s brains out. But deep inside I think both of us want to keep this a special affair, one that will create special memories: for me, memories of the man with whom I shared a wonderful friendship and truly unique sexual pleasure.