Various Conversations with Women about Masturbation

After a very enjoyable second date, TammieJo invited me to come in and have a drink. As we reminisced about the fun we had that day at the Celtic Festival, we sat facing one another on the sofa, her knee touching my leg. The conversation went to other topics as the summer sun turned to twilight and her hands touched my arm or leg. We leaned in to kiss, first light quick kisses and and then deeper, more sensual ones. We took turns asking questions and some were pretty pointed and intimate, like when she asked why I got divorced and I asked if she thought she could trust a man since she'd been cheated on by her husband. We were feeling open and trusting when she asked me, “What was your most embarrassing moment?”

I decided instantly to take the chance and admit it was when my aunt walked in on me while I was masturbating. TammieJo gasped and laughed, “Oh my god. Jesus that is awful,” she said, covering her mouth with both hands for a second. She put one hand on my thigh and the other on my arm. “How did you get caught?” she asked.

By the time I was done answering her questions, it was nearly dark in the room and I had told the whole embarrassing story. I'd also told her much of my teenage masturbation habits and gotten rock hard in my pants. I’d explained to her how I had to live with my aunt and had no bedroom but had to sleep on the pull out couch in the living room and after being there about two weeks, one night my teenage hormones got the best of me and I decided to masturbate after my aunt went into her bedroom for the night, or so I thought. I had dropped my tighty whitey underwear and was massaging my very stiff and achy penis with my own saliva when my aunt came out very suddenly asking why the light was still on because tomorrow was a school day. My aunt saw me, yelled at me to stop, and came over and snatched the Glamour magazine from my hand that I had been looking at, and pulled me up on my feet by my arm. I told TammieJo how I was trying to cover my very erect and sensitive penis with my hands which my aunt misunderstood that I was still trying to touch myself so she began smacking my hands with the magazine, telling me to stop that, and that caused my penis to get smacked pretty hard a couple times and that sent me over the edge and I came. I was so embarrassed that night cleaning up my semen off the carpet in my tighty whiteys as my aunt verbally chastised me.

TammieJo stood up and turned on the soft light of a table lamp across the room. She came back over and leaned down to kiss me. “Actually that is very sexy, I think, and you being a young virile man who was pleasuring yourself was normal and beautiful.”  She looked me in the eyes, “Can I sit down so we can kiss? I straightened and she sat in my lap and we instantly fell into a deep kiss, arms around one another. She squirmed her firm butt against my lap and mmm’d. As I got up to go home before she had to pick up her daughter, she hugged me close at the door and ground her stomach against my erection. “Will you be OK with that?” she asked. I reminded her of my embarrassing moment and assured her I had many years of experience. We both cracked up.

Another time, Kristin came into my office early one morning and asked if we could complete and part of her evaluation then instead of later. It was so early the building was basically empty of other staff but I agreed. After we finished that discussion, Kristin named one of her male students. She said her aide had pointed him out that they saw him soothing himself as he lay on the carpet reading. Kristin said, “You know, like laying on his belly and…” and she put one palm out and pushed her stiff index finger against it several times as she looked at my face, “...you know rubbing himself against the carpet through his clothes.”

Let me add that Kristin is very cute, blonde, and has several times been talking to me and subtly done odd and intriguing things. For example, one day we were alone and I was seated, her standing. As we talked, she hooked her thumbs in her jeans pockets so her fingers were over her mons. I couldn’t help but notice. And as she concluded what she was saying, she let on hand slip and ran it down and between real quick. Another time, she grabbed the crotch fabric on both sides of her groin and pulled down like she was uncomfortable down there. Kristin always gets my attention that way.

“I'm just glad he's not older. Imagine the mess?” she continued with a wicked smile. “I'm surprised even at his young age he's doing that. What do you think?”

Trying to be professional, I said that school age kids and younger might do it and that maybe making a rule about sitting up to read would help. “I know it can start early. I was doing it in fifth grade,” Kristin said. “Mind you not in school but at home in my bedroom. I did it the usual way with my fingers. But you men always do so many weird ways like a carpet. And women don’t leave behind sticky goo like you boys do.”

I was failing in my mind at trying to not imagine Kristin’s fingers in her pussy right then. “Well, nevertheless you should talk to our nurse and call the parents if it becomes a problem,” I said. She stood up.

“I will but it's only been once that I saw it,” Kristin said. She shoved both hands down deep into her pants pockets. Way down. She grinned at me and finished, “And who hasn't got the need now and then, right? You do too, right?” She winked. I saw her fingers flexing in her pocket for a second before she left the office.

Masturbation even came up with my boss. One day, Leslie was running even later than usual. I had an appointment with her to do work she had a deadline on so I sat and waited. When she arrived an hour later she was on the cell phone and looked very flustered. Leslie went right into her office and shut the door without acknowledging me. I head her talking but could only tell there was emotional upset but not why. Another wait and finally she opened her door and greeted me with strenuous apologies and said her daughter was having a marriage crisis.

I expressed sympathy, asked if she was sure she wanted to work and I could leave but she ushered me in and said she'd like to talk about her daughter if I didn't mind and she needed someone she trusted. I told her I was more than willing and had been through a divorce so I had total compassion. Leslie then dropped the bomb that her daughter had kicked out her son in law because her daughter had come home unexpectedly in the morning while her son in law was supposed to be working from home. Now I thought ahead to maybe this guy I never met was in bed with a woman. I waited.

Leslie then said, “Roger was in front of the computer chatting and looking at nude women while masturbating. He was doing it right there in the family office. Playing with himself!” She went on about how her daughter could not imagine a married man doing that. Leslie went into some gruesome details like her daughter saw him looking at blow job pictures, he was nude in the middle of the day, and her daughter read the conversation from the chat and he'd been fantasizing about her sucking another man. “Why does a married man do something like that?” Leslie asked me.

I tried to be delicate but asked about their young family. Leslie said they had the 2 year old, the preschooler, the kindergartner, and the first grader. I said that sometimes a couple doesn't get the intimacy they once did with so many small children to take care of and with so many kids in a short time, maybe her daughter was now less interested. Leslie admitted that possibility but asked why a man who worked 60 hour weeks for a tech firm wouldn't likewise be tired and not need sex.

I said most men are different than many women. Leslie, for being over 60 and married twice, seemed to not grasp that and asked me to explain. I told her some men have a high drive and it's mostly about the physical need that builds up  and not about cheating like she and her daughter thought. I was then put on the spot. “So I thought that just resolved itself, it would just happen at night like when boys mess the bed, or the feelings would just go away after awhile,” Leslie said. “What about for you? Before you moved her before you married your wife here?”

Great, she wanted my confession. I admitted that sometimes the nocturnal emissions happen but I was never able to have the feelings go away by themselves. “So you did,that?” she asked. “Was it frequently? Roger told my daughter that he was doing it a couple times a week. Is that unusual?” I felt like I was bright red but I admitted that when I was single it was a daily thing. “Oh my gosh, that's a lot,” Leslie said, “but now since you are married a year, you don't anymore, right?”

So I explained that I still did when I needed and my wife knew and was understanding of why as long as we take care of each other anytime we both want to. “But the disgusting pornography is a problem isn't it?” she asked, “And the chatting is really cheating.” I said my opinion that if they as a couple thought it was wrong then it was wrong for them but probably chatting was not cheating but could be just him using it as stimulation like a different form of porn. I should have kept my mouth shut. “So you did that? Chatted while you, while touching yourself that way?” Gulp, now what did my direct boss think of me.

Shortly the conversation ended with Leslie thanking me profusely,  asking if I thought the marriage was salvageable, and telling me how sweet I was. We never worked that day but she did call her daughter back and shut the door as I left. The next day we worked together and I was thanked by Leslie. She said as someone she respected, she got a new perspective on what had been a nasty juvenile habit to her and that it must be more normal than she realized.

Sometimes even a professional might talk about it. Not long ago, I started to visit a Tui Na massage therapist. She opened just over a year ago and her place included foot massage and she took referrals from a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. The offer of 6 massages and then one free plus a 20% discount has had me going back frequently. The very petite lady can't be over 4 feet 8 and 80 pounds, always wears a proper traditional outfit that covers completely, and she's very talkative while massaging. She asks how parts feel, what bothers you, and recommends things to help. She speaks with a very sweet Chinese accent and sometimes gets stuck for a word but is fun to talk with.

The first time she said to keep my underwear on. I did so, and she draped me, but during the massage through her touch and questions she determined my problems were in the kidneys, and the channels for reproduction. I'd told her I had sciatica too. Well, the nice lady eventually had the drape down to my lower thighs and my shorts pulled down so she was rubbing, and not gently, my lower spine, right close to my anus, and then behind my balls. Her thumbs and fingers got me hard and felt rough but good, and then she stopped and left the room. She came back with a bin full of hot stones and hot sand bags, like bean bags, that were placed down my spine and over my butt cheeks and between my thighs against my taint. Wow.

She asked if I was married and I told her I was. She said I needed more with my wife so I asked more what? The little lady said I needed more loving. I thought, what the heck, so I said we almost never had sex. She made a sad noise, then asked if I wanted it. I told her I wanted it every day but my wife was in menopause. She made the noise again and said menopause was bad. She asked me if I was backed up. I asked what she meant. Struggling for the word, she said something like, “sparms, for men like sparms all stuck not come out.” She had covered my top with the drape again and so I was getting hot and aroused and feeling good as she rubbed my legs.

I asked if she meant sperm or semen. Yes, and she added that it was like men say what come is. She began on my feet, asking if certain spots hurt or if I felt it in my kidney or “tasticals”. I said I did then answered and said that I only could release my sperm by masturbation.  She sounded surprised and asked if I did that and then said men in China don't do that because it weakens their energy.  She told me I needed to make special teas and things to eat to heal and strengthen my tasticals and help my sparms recover. But I couldn't let that go. Call me a pervert, but it was sexy weird talking to her about this. After she removed the hot rocks, I turned over as she held the sheet but part way over I snagged it with my foot, she dropped it, and it floated off letting her see my erection in my boxer briefs.  She really looked, too.

She got the sheet on me but left my top half bare and tucked the sheet into my waistband, pulling it slightly lower. My erection was very evident under the sheet. She said I looked healthy and asked me if wife no like. I said she used to but not anymore. She said it was not good to have energy blocked like that. She rubbed my neck, head, ears, and all over my chest and belly, and boy was that sensual to me. My penis kept throbbing the whole time. She then said, that's all I do, and asked me if I needed to rest and, let the energy relax. I said I sure did. As she picked up the hot stuff and the towels she cleaned me off with,  I put my hand on my penis through the sheet and my underwear.  She looked and said, not good for grown man to play self all the time. Save for wife. Don't get sparms all over please. I waited until she left and then took off the sheet. I did play with my penis for a bit and then dressed. Each other time I've been there, I always take everything off and we always talk, including about tasticals and sparms and masturbating.