In Love with Kate Moss: Cammie beach story

A major shift in my masturbatorial attitude toward Cammie seemed to take place on Thanksgiving morning in 2016.  I was walking the beach near my house when I approached this woman looking for seashells.  It was a cool day, and we had on jackets.  I could see a nice, mature female ass as I came near.  As I got closer, the woman looked up at me.  It was Cammie!

 

Cammie beach story

By In Love with Kate Moss

Cammie.  My former friend.  My nemeses.  My masturbation muse.  I have to write about her because she is once again becoming a major masturbation muse for me, despite what she did to me 6 and 7 years ago.

I see her on social media and occasionally from a distance.  Despite the fact that I think she has a definite personality disorder, and that she tried to take advantage of her situation and did a lot of harm to me back in 2011; despite the fact that I believe she stalked me for almost two years in order to commit a form of legal blackmail; despite the fact that myself and many others believe she is a real whack job, I find myself drawn in by her sparkling blue eyes, cute laugh and smile, sexy MILF/GILF 61-year-old body; by her nice legs and pretty feet.  By the wonderful personality that exists on top but is something else once you scratch the surface. I am masturbating a lot to Cammie these days.  The masturbation is very good.

A major shift in my masturbatorial attitude toward Cammie seemed to take place on Thanksgiving morning in 2016.  I was walking the beach near my house when I approached this woman looking for seashells.  It was a cool day, and we had on jackets.  I could see a nice, mature female ass as I came near.  As I got closer, the woman looked up at me.  It was Cammie!

Our eyes  locked.  She had begun to nod a “hello”, but stopped when we recognized each other.  We glared for a long second.  I did not stop walking, but we kept our eyes locked for a split-second longer than normal.  

My heart raced.  “What is that bitch doing in my neighborhood on MY beach?” I thought.  I felt anger rising up inside me.  We were alone out near the lighthouse and I wanted to turn around and confront her.

At the same time, my cock stirred.  Those sparking blue eyes had gotten to me.  The memories of when we were friends and the laughs we shared came back to me.  I wanted to masturbate to her right there, to let her watch and see the appreciation I have for her beauty.

I also felt the sense of dread I have spoken of before.  Was she in my neighborhood stalking me?  Was SHE looking for some type of confrontation?  There is a beach within walking distance to her house, and she has to get in a car to come to mine. Why wasn’t she at her beach?  My area is also off limits to people who don’t live in the neighborhood.  She would have to either be a guest of someone, or park at the lighthouse and walk or illegally park to be here.  

She dog-sits for some folks, and I thought she might be in my neighborhood doing that.  Thanksgiving Weekend, a lot of people would be looking for her services.  I’m pretty sure she had nowhere to be, as her daughters live far away and she still has no SO that I am aware of.  The perfect job for a disturbed loner.  

I know, that sounds mean.  Maybe I am being mean, and I’m sorry,  but Cammie is so weird, and I’m not the only one who thinks so.  Once my anger and my dread subsided, I looked back at her while she continued to look for shells.  She glanced up at me, then went back to her search.  I felt sorry for her.  I wanted to be friends with her, to ask her to come over and visit Cheryl and I and have her in for some Holiday Cheer; to have her come with us to our Thanksgiving celebration instead of being alone.  It wasn’t going to happen.  She is a mean kook, and I need to leave any real though of reconciliation behind.

When I left the beach after a few minutes, I went around her to avoid her. On the way back to my house, I checked the neighborhood for her car.  I couldn’t check all the places she might have parked, and I did not find her car.  Still, I’m sure it was her.  Those eyes and that pretty face I had masturbated over so many times seared right though me during our brief face-to-face.  It was Cammie, and my heart still raced a bit. My cock was begging for masturbatory attention

Later Thanksgiving evening, I had some masturbation time and started masturbating to her.  I took out some pictures of her and finished in a wonderful, sperm-filled climax.  I didn’t have to think of someone else for my orgasm.  I thought of her, and it was good.

I haven’t come face-to-face with her since then.  I have passed her on the road and seen her in a shopping center from a distance.  On social media recently, she posted a couple of pictures she took while she laid on the beach.  They were of her legs and feet, showing off her cute pedicure and a set of “barefoot sandals”.   The pictures made my cock hard and I masturbated right away.  I always have thought her legs and feet complemented the rest of her so well.  She acted offended year ago when she weaseled her way into my private social accounts and discovered I had a thing for her legs and feet, and that I have a masturbation crush for her.   But that was for a blackmail try.  She shows off and always has, and I think she likes the attention she gets.  I am a masturbator and I give her that attention.

Cammie is now back on my Top 10 Masturbation Muse list, and I am enjoying her.  I just block out her kookiness.  My experiences with her lead me to think she has some sexual hang-ups and may also be an avid masturbator, hidden under wraps.  My fantasy is we meet and masturbate together.  Fat chance of that happening; even if she told me she wanted to, I’d be afraid of her.  Still, that fantasy is providing me with plenty of masturbation fodder.

Oh Cammie, I am about to cum to you!

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