A Guided Masturbation Story
The man is shy and uncertain; the woman is confident of her womanly power over him and controls the pace of the relationship. I especially enjoy the element of almost ritualistic breast worship.
Rachel
from the net, circa 1998
Though it happened eight years ago, it hangs in my mind as if it took place yesterday. I have tried to reconstruct a little dialogue at a few crucial moments though I’m sure the exact words were different. It was my first year in Southeast Connecticut where I had recently arrived in January as a young professor in the humanities. Having recently purchased a CD player without realizing the major expense would be compact discs, I was glad to find an extensive collection of classical CDs at the local library. These could be checked out for two weeks intervals just like books. I was even more happy to meet the librarian who handled the music section.
Let’s call her Rachel to protect the innocent (or, on this case, not so innocent!). Rachel was one of those women who naturally exuded the radiant warmth of an earth mother (despite her young age of 25) while at the same time being unbelievably sexy and feminine (at least in my eyes). I was immediately drawn to her infectious laugh, sparkling personality, and somewhat flirtatious manner. I would be lying if I didn’t admit I was also taken with her luscious breasts which she seemed to emphasize by wearing clingy tops. Rachel had lustrous black hair which cascaded thickly around her face and over her shoulders and set off her smooth, pearly white skin. Her eyes matched her hair and flashed like dark jewels. Most of my attention, however, was usually riveted on her heart-stopping hourglass figure. Her hips swept out from her waist with large, full curves which rolled sensuously back and forth with every step. As if in musical counterpoint, her lush, Junoesque breasts accented these larger movements, swaying heavily beneath her knits, sweaters, and silk blouses. While I have always been a sucker for full women, I was mesmerized by Rachel’s ripe femininity. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I began visiting the library more often to try more classical CDs and get Rachel’s advice on all things musical.