I Am Always On The Prowl/ Hunt For A Teasing Target!

I can recall a teasing target that used to come and visit us every few years.

This teasing target was one of my mom’s friends and would stop by for a night or two. He was a businessman, very handsome and successful. So he didn’t have a lot of time for family and the like. I haven’t seen him in years, but saw a man today that reminded me of him. Our home was fairly small, so when he’d come by he’d stay on the sofa in the living room. I can recall one night when I woke up after having a dream I heard something. I went to see what it was and saw him masturbating on the sofa. I’d never seen a man do that before and stood there in the doorway, frozen.

It was interesting, unexpected, and I couldn’t stop watching my teasing target touch his cock. I masturbated myself, but hadn’t ever seen anyone do it before. My weight must have shifted on the floor boards, and made a creak, since he looked up and saw me there watching him. At first he too was frozen and stopped moving. The act of being discovered, but within a moment, he began to resume stroking himself again. Not a word was spoken. He waved me over to come closer and I slowly did so. I sat in chair across fro him and just watched him. Nothing but the light of the muted t.v. in the room, casting a bluish glow.

His hand moved up and down his shaft.

I could see his cock head glistening with precum from the light of the television. My teasing target smoothed all that dripping liquid all over his cock. I could hear his breath catch in his throat. He was trying to be quiet. No doubt if my parents had stirred, there’d have been big trouble. I can only imagine the reaction to seeing me watch him masturbate in her living room. It wouldn’t have been pretty. Admittedly, I felt turned on watching him like that. I think he knew that, since he whispered for me to touch myself.

Then, I hesitantly pulled up the hem of my long, baggy nightshirt and spread my legs for my uncle to see. I moved my fingers down to my pussy and began to rub it. I was soaking wet. After watching him stroke his hard, throbbing cock, it’s no wonder. He had a nice sized one, likely just over seven inches or so, I estimated. I’d never masturbated in the presence of anyone else, ever. Let alone mature men! I rubbed my stiff little clit in front of someone else. The low light of the t.v. and his staring at me as I rubbed my clit was intoxicating. I’d never had a sexual experience at this point in my life yet, and this was a very unique and arousing one.

I loved the feeling of masturbating right across from my teasing target in my own home in the middle of the night.

I moved my fingertip right over my clit and made little circles. My teasing target was staring at my movements, as I was staring at his. I knew we were both turning one another on a great deal. Even though there was no physical contact between us, it was highly erotic. I bit my lip as I came. He could tell from my legs shaking slightly I’d reached my orgasm. Then, he smiled and soon shot his load into a waiting wad of tissues. He smiled at me and I got up and went back to my bedroom. When I woke the next morning he disappeared. I knew I’d not likely see him again for a couple more years. As was the norm with his visits.

Every once in a while I think of that night. Although my teasing target visited after that, not a word was mentioned about our clandestine encounter in the middle of the night. It’s as though it never happened, yet it did. A fond, somewhat clouded by sleep memory, but one that always makes me smile when I think of it.

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