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I staggered my way back to my bedroom, my legs shaking, barely in control.
As I had peeped through the 2" crack in the door I could clearly see the tall free standing mirror in the corner of the room. Reflected in its 6' height I could see Carl as he stood in the walk in shower in the en-suite bathroom. His tanned 6'3" body belied his age, his shoulders were wide his chest was broad and tapered to a slightly thickened waist, testament to his 57 years. What really took my eye was the sight of his semi-erect cock held by the foreskin in his left hand as the right stroked a razor up and down the shaving gel covered shaft of his manhood. A stream of hair riddled shaving foam ran in rivulets down his thighs. He placed the razor on the shelf and held his cock in the stream of hot water that ran off his chest, rinsing it clean of the soap. His entire genital area was completely devoid of hair, to my young eyes it looked fabulous, I would so like to reach out and take it in my mouth? He turned it this way and that, checking he had removed all of the hairs, pulling it up as he inspected his freshly shaved balls. He smiled in satisfaction then gripping his finger and thumb in a ring he ran them up and down his stiffness exposing his glans to my sight on each downstroke as the foreskin was drawn back. I was entranced, his cock looked so good in its freshly shaven state i could clearly see the big veins that stood out in stark relief on his silky looking skin. The glans looked particularly good, it was a pinkish purple in colour and a good 1/4 inch wider than its shaft. It was quite a wide fat head, not one of those long pointy ones that I find a bit of a turn-off. No this was the cock for me
I slid my right hand into my pyjama bottoms, my excitement had caused the crutch seam to become embedded almost painfully between my labia. I started by moving the soaking wet seam from between my swollen outer labia with my finger tips. Sighing in satisfaction, I started to slide my long fingers back and forth along my slit, each stroke seemingly gathering some slurping juices and pushing them back and forwards over my gaping sex, dripping down onto my PJ bottoms. I matched my movements to those of Carl as he continued his wanking. I rubbed my wet and gaping slit, with my forefinger and middle finger sliding either side of my inflamed and swollen clit, it's head emerging from beneath its protective hood. His hand increased its pace until he was wanking furiously his face in a grimace of pleasure as whatever he was thinking about caused him to approach orgasm. I matched him stroke for stroke, my fingers now slurping noisily in and out of my dripping pussy, the sight of his frantic strokes driving me to my own orgasm. I just couldn't take my eyes off the sight of his hand as it flashed up and down the shaft of his 8 inch cock. With the other hand he was reaching back under his balls. Not being able to see I assumed he was also stimulating himself anally. That thought caused my own to twitch in possible anticipation of some digital attention.
I desperately felt the need for some additional stimulation. So I raised the vest top I was wearing to a position above my boobs and started to squeeze and knead my right boob. The fingers of my left hand squeezed and twisted my hard little nipples ruthlessly. The sharp pain was translated somewhere in my brain to sheer ecstasy.
He leant back hard with his shoulders against the wall and spread his legs wide to balance himself. Then with a little cry of ecstasy, Carl unloaded a prodigious spurt of spunk that fountained out of the pee hole of his cock across the shower, impacting the wall and sliding slowly down the marble tile. My orgasm was a couple of seconds behind his, the sight of his spunk spurting from his rampant cock tipping me over the edge, my knees buckling as I squirted my own ejaculate into the legs of my pyjama bottoms, fortunately catching it all before it splashed onto the floor. Seized with a sudden panic I staggered my way back to my bedroom, my legs shaking, barely in control. I closed my door and threw myself backwards on my bed, my legs wide as the pyjamas would allow, both of my palms rubbing the sloppy hairless mess between my legs. I lifted my knees and revelled in the post orgasmic feeling as my fingers raked through my swollen cunt.
I'd been lying there what seemed like seconds when there was a knock at my door and without pause, Carl walked in, a towel around his waist. In a total panic I slammed my legs together as I struggled to pull up my bottoms as he stood filling the doorway.
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" He asked, a big grin across his face.
"What?" I asked my face and chest one huge blush.
"Mirrors work in both directions Jay, when I saw your hand go down your pants, you gave me something really worth wanking over. I saw you cum too, so there's no point in denying it. I'd be glad to help you out next time you need an orgasm, you only have to ask. Oh by the way, I'm not sure your mum would understand, but don't worry I'll keep your secret voyeuristic tendencies between us two, ok?"
With that glib remark he turned and left the room as I buried my head in my hands in abject embarrassment, my cunt still throbbing in its post orgasmic sensitivity.
As I had peeped through the 2" crack in the door I could clearly see the tall free standing mirror in the corner of the room. Reflected in its 6' height I could see Carl as he stood in the walk in shower in the en-suite bathroom. His tanned 6'3" body belied his age, his shoulders were wide his chest was broad and tapered to a slightly thickened waist, testament to his 57 years. What really took my eye was the sight of his semi-erect cock held by the foreskin in his left hand as the right stroked a razor up and down the shaving gel covered shaft of his manhood. A stream of hair riddled shaving foam ran in rivulets down his thighs. He placed the razor on the shelf and held his cock in the stream of hot water that ran off his chest, rinsing it clean of the soap. His entire genital area was completely devoid of hair, to my young eyes it looked fabulous, I would so like to reach out and take it in my mouth? He turned it this way and that, checking he had removed all of the hairs, pulling it up as he inspected his freshly shaved balls. He smiled in satisfaction then gripping his finger and thumb in a ring he ran them up and down his stiffness exposing his glans to my sight on each downstroke as the foreskin was drawn back. I was entranced, his cock looked so good in its freshly shaven state i could clearly see the big veins that stood out in stark relief on his silky looking skin. The glans looked particularly good, it was a pinkish purple in colour and a good 1/4 inch wider than its shaft. It was quite a wide fat head, not one of those long pointy ones that I find a bit of a turn-off. No this was the cock for me
I slid my right hand into my pyjama bottoms, my excitement had caused the crutch seam to become embedded almost painfully between my labia. I started by moving the soaking wet seam from between my swollen outer labia with my finger tips. Sighing in satisfaction, I started to slide my long fingers back and forth along my slit, each stroke seemingly gathering some slurping juices and pushing them back and forwards over my gaping sex, dripping down onto my PJ bottoms. I matched my movements to those of Carl as he continued his wanking. I rubbed my wet and gaping slit, with my forefinger and middle finger sliding either side of my inflamed and swollen clit, it's head emerging from beneath its protective hood. His hand increased its pace until he was wanking furiously his face in a grimace of pleasure as whatever he was thinking about caused him to approach orgasm. I matched him stroke for stroke, my fingers now slurping noisily in and out of my dripping pussy, the sight of his frantic strokes driving me to my own orgasm. I just couldn't take my eyes off the sight of his hand as it flashed up and down the shaft of his 8 inch cock. With the other hand he was reaching back under his balls. Not being able to see I assumed he was also stimulating himself anally. That thought caused my own to twitch in possible anticipation of some digital attention.
I desperately felt the need for some additional stimulation. So I raised the vest top I was wearing to a position above my boobs and started to squeeze and knead my right boob. The fingers of my left hand squeezed and twisted my hard little nipples ruthlessly. The sharp pain was translated somewhere in my brain to sheer ecstasy.
He leant back hard with his shoulders against the wall and spread his legs wide to balance himself. Then with a little cry of ecstasy, Carl unloaded a prodigious spurt of spunk that fountained out of the pee hole of his cock across the shower, impacting the wall and sliding slowly down the marble tile. My orgasm was a couple of seconds behind his, the sight of his spunk spurting from his rampant cock tipping me over the edge, my knees buckling as I squirted my own ejaculate into the legs of my pyjama bottoms, fortunately catching it all before it splashed onto the floor. Seized with a sudden panic I staggered my way back to my bedroom, my legs shaking, barely in control. I closed my door and threw myself backwards on my bed, my legs wide as the pyjamas would allow, both of my palms rubbing the sloppy hairless mess between my legs. I lifted my knees and revelled in the post orgasmic feeling as my fingers raked through my swollen cunt.
I'd been lying there what seemed like seconds when there was a knock at my door and without pause, Carl walked in, a towel around his waist. In a total panic I slammed my legs together as I struggled to pull up my bottoms as he stood filling the doorway.
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" He asked, a big grin across his face.
"What?" I asked my face and chest one huge blush.
"Mirrors work in both directions Jay, when I saw your hand go down your pants, you gave me something really worth wanking over. I saw you cum too, so there's no point in denying it. I'd be glad to help you out next time you need an orgasm, you only have to ask. Oh by the way, I'm not sure your mum would understand, but don't worry I'll keep your secret voyeuristic tendencies between us two, ok?"
With that glib remark he turned and left the room as I buried my head in my hands in abject embarrassment, my cunt still throbbing in its post orgasmic sensitivity.
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