I am a sexually active thirty-year-old male. Years ago I found out about Variations, and whenever I feel the need for extra release, I read about the adventures of your other readers. Usually I get so turned on that I stroke myself furiously until I come.

On occasion I have an entire evening to myself. I play something soft and gentle on the stereo. Candles flickering in the darkness are the only light. After heating some baby oil, I lie back, close my eyes and drift off into a favorite fantasy. Rather than get off hard and fast, I softly and slowly stroke my cock. From the base to the head, I slide my hand up and down, gently squeezing the shaft. The warm oil provides a wonderful feeling and helps to prolong the pleasure to almost unbearable lengths of time. After about an hour of massaging my balls and pumping my cock, I reach the point of no return. My come shoots out in an incredible geyser of pleasure.

On a recent business trip, I discovered an interesting twist to a session of masturbation. After a long, hard day, I got back to my hotel room at about midnight. Unable to sleep and a little tense, I thought that a swim in the pool would help me to unwind. Realizing I had no swimsuit, I put on a pair of dark-blue bikini underwear. I figured they could pass for a Speedo suit, and as it was very late, I doubted there would be anyone around to see me anyway. So I threw on some sweats, grabbed a towel and headed for the pool.

As I had hoped, the pool was deserted. I slipped into the water, did a few laps to loosen up my muscles, then just floated around, relaxing. The water was warm, the stars were twinkling overhead and I was feeling rather horny. Being naked in the outdoors has always been a real pleasure for me, and since no one had come around in the last half hour, I slipped off my underwear and tossed them onto the edge of the pool. The water, swirling around my cock and balls, felt fantastic. Before long my erection was at its peak. It felt so good that I found myself leaning back against the wall, where I began a slow, easy pumping action on my shaft. I couldn’t wait to come.

Just as I was building to an orgasm, I heard a sound. Looking up, I noticed that someone was coming through the door. Not wanting to be caught with my pants down, literally, I swam underwater to the end of the pool where my clothes were. When I surfaced, there she was. Standing directly above me was a woman with short, silky blonde hair and the most beautiful emerald-green eyes. Smiling, she said, “Don’t get dressed because of me. I had the same idea.” And with that, she dove into the pool. When she came to the surface several feet away, I saw that she had taken her top off. She had small but nicely shaped breasts, and as the water lapped at her nipples, they became hard.

Startled by her sudden appearance on the scene, I had lost my erection, but I got it back quickly watching her knead her tits. Every once in a while, she would tweak and pull on her nipples. I couldn’t help but stare at this beautiful girl as she fondled herself. Almost unconsciously, I slid my hand down between my legs, wrapped it around my cock and squeezed, trying to approximate the feeling of being sucked off.

There we were, not ten feet from each other, the two of us working toward a common goal. Then she slipped underwater. Her hands reached out to hold me by the waist. Her face was now only inches away from my cock as I slowly stroked it. I wanted her to see me come, but she had to come back up for air. She slid up my body, rubbing her breasts along my skin the entire way.

“Hi, I’m Leigh,” she said. “Let’s see how long I can hold my breath.” Then she was sliding back down into the water. But before she submerged herself, she looked up at me with those big green eyes and smiled. Without using her hands, she gently sucked just the head of my cock into her mouth. I tried to relax and control myself, but it was so nice to have someone to suck me off. Her tongue swirled all around the shaft as she slid the entire length into her warm mouth.

As she began to back off my swollen member, I could feel my orgasm beginning, but suddenly she was rising up out of the water, gasping for air. I was so hot by now that as soon as she was standing again, my mouth was all over her pert little breasts. Licking every inch of those tits, I couldn’t help but suck each nipple into my warm mouth, flicking my tongue over them quickly. Leigh’s head was thrown back, h_er eyes were closed and she was moaning softly.

Reaching down between her legs, I cupped her pussy. Heat was just emanating from it! With two fingers I began a slow, steady circular motion around her clit. She spread her legs wider, giving me full access to her warm and inviting pussy. I wanted so much to slide my throbbing cock into her, but as I started to reach into her bikini bottom she said, “Wait. The sauna is still hot. Why don’t we be by ourselves, together?” For a moment I didn’t understand what she was saying, but the look in her green eyes helped make everything clear. I grabbed Leigh by the hand and said, “Let’s· go!” Off we went, running to the sauna, her breasts and my erection bouncing in the night air.

Once inside, Leigh locked the door. It was so warm and cozy in there. The only sound I could hear was the pounding of my heart. Leigh moved to one corner and, with her back to me, removed the bottom of her swimsuit. Such a cute, tight ass she had! She turned to face me, and I saw that she was indeed a true blonde. Her pubic hair was soft and downy, and she kept it trimmed short. The lips were clearly visible and swollen with excitement.

Now, pleasuring a woman orally is one of my favorite activities. I love to spend hours slowly licking and teasing a warm, moist pussy, but as much as I wanted to taste Leigh’s essence, I told myself no. I was only going to watch this time.

Leigh reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of oil. She began to liberally apply the oil to her luscious breasts, massaging it in. Before long she had one hand down between her legs and was slowly rubbing a finger along the length of her slit. I took the oil from her and poured some into my hands. I stretched out and began to rub it all over my stomach, then on the insides of my thighs. I knew that if I touched my cock, it would be all over, so as I watched Leigh slowly sliding one finger in and out of herself, I lightly massaged my balls.

Soon Leigh had both hands down between her legs. She began to finger her clit with one hand while two fingers of the other pumped in her pussy. This was too much. While I fondled my balls with one hand, I wrapped the other around the shaft. With a slow, steady rhythm, I pumped my cock up and down, matching the movements of Leigh’s two fingers. It was almost as if we were fucking each other, without the benefit of touch. I looked up to find that she was staring directly at the action of my hands.

Being totally uninhibited with a perfect stranger was so thrilling! So as she looked on, I leaned back, spread my legs, closed my eyes and really got into it. I stroked myself with total abandon, one hand squeezing my balls, the other busy sliding up and down my shaft. Our action would go from hard and fast to slow and easy, the pleasure building to an incredible level.

I could tell that Leigh was enjoying the show. She was breathing faster, and when I wrapped both hands around my dick and pumped, her groaning became nonstop. She was writhing in ecstasy. Her legs were splayed and she was furiously fucking herself with what looked to be her whole hand. Those beautiful green eyes told me that she was ready to come.

“Come with me,” she barked. She didn’t have to ask twice! Now I really began to jerk off. And before long I was at the point of no return. My legs tensed and I spread them wide and, with a groan, sent semen spurting out of my cock in a thick white stream. Leigh was on her back, hips raised, with one hand furiously fingering her slit while the other frantically rubbed her clit. Suddenly she arched her back and came, a groan escaping her slightly parted lips.

After a few minutes of calming down, we both looked at each other and laughed. What a sight we must have been! Two adults lost in a fever of lust, watching each other masturbate. I moved over to her and thanked her for understanding my need. We kissed deeply as our hands moved over each other’s body for one last enjoyable moment.

Now I’m back home, a happy and contented man. But every once in a while, I think about Leigh. And before long I’m in the bathroom, pants around my ankles, stroking myself to the memories of our time together. Who knows? Maybe one of these days I’ll meet someone else who appreciates the pleasure of mutual masturbation.