She was single, and at home during the day and I often spoke to her, either at the front of the house or in the garden, as at that time I was working from home myself.
She seemed to enjoy us exchanging pleasantries and never rushed to end the conversation, so we gradually spent more and more time chatting.
It all changed one day in the summer, when for the first time she invited me in for a cold drink, and I of course, accepted.
We sat in her kitchen, with the patio doors open, a cool breeze blowing in from her garden and cold drinks in our hands. It was very relaxed and we talked about life, the universe and everything.
Inevitably our conversation got around to sex. She had been on her own for several years. She admitted that she had a very, very low sex drive and did not miss sex at all.
I, on the other hand admitted to being very highly sexed and I challenged her on her statement that she didn't need it. This led the conversation around to how many times I needed sex and/or masturbated and I told her I needed "release" almost all the time.
She seemed to dwell on the subject, and keep it part of the conversation, and to cut a long story short, suggested I relieved myself right away if I was always so horny.
I checked to make sure I understood what she was suggesting. "What, masturbate right now?"
"Sure," she replied, "why not? - it sounds like you need to."
What about you?" I asked her.
Well, that was all the encouragement I needed and I got my cock out and proceeded to stroke it slowly.
She watched me with interest, sitting at her kitchen table, sipping her cold drink, while I sat there enjoyong my nice hard throbbing cock in hand.
She was fully dressed and made no move to give me any encouragement, other than her fascinated gaze at my hand moving rapidly up and down my hard slippery thick shaft.
I reached orgasm very quickly and shot my hot thick creamy cum all over her floor, she got up some kitchen tissue and passed it to me. "I'll have some ready, next time." She said.
I kinda chukled and said thanks.
Well, that was the start of it. From then on whenever I felt the urge, I would pop round to her house and have a nice stroke while she watched. She was fascinated by the process and often insisted how much she enjoyed watching.
The first few times she had me jerk off into the kitchen tissue that she had ready, then she suggested different places for me to shoot my cum. I came in the sink while she watched over my shoulder, onto plates, into cups and glasses. Once she had a pair of her knickers on the kitchen table when I arrived and asked me to jerk off onto them. I very quickly did.
Jerking off onto her knickers, bras, into her shoes and onto her t-shirts (both while she was wearing them and with them on the table) became a regular occurrence. I assume she chose items of her clothing that wouldn't stain and washed easily.
I often asked her whether she was aroused , needed to touch herself or if there was aything i could do for her.
She always answered "No, I just want to watch you do it."
Sometimes, she was busy in the kitchen and I would masturbate while she worked. She would always keep looking at my rapidly moving hand on my hard thick cock,while she did her household chores. Other times she would be on the telephone and stare at me stroking while she carried on an everyday conversation with a relative or friend. She never missed a word when I shot my cum while she watched me and talked on the 'phone
It seemed that it was enough for her that she provided the venue, something for me to cum into or onto, and her presence as a very interested watcher.
She would, for instance, willingly pull her top and bra up to let me look at her tits while I jerked off, or she would turn around when I asked, drop her jeans and knickers and spread her cheeks so I could get a good view of her from behind to help get me off, but it was never essential.
If I wanted to cum on her tits, her beautiful bottom, or face, I had only to ask, and she was okay with that. She also liked me to stroke my cock and cum onto her when she was wearing stockings and would go and put some on if I asked. She liked to see me spurt onto the stockings at the top, and then watch the cum run down her nylon covered legs.
Many times I would call around and have a nice stroke whilst she carried on with what she was doing or took a break and sat in her chair to watch me, and sometimes assist. It was a very relaxed situation, both for her and for me. Neither of us seemed to have any inhibitions or feel uncomfortable, it just felt right.
Well, all good things come to an end and she moved away. We are still in touch, very, very occasionally, but it has been some years since I've seen her. I will always remember the fascinated look on her face, the many times I stroked my cum out of my cock for her...