Straight Male / 55
Years ago I worked as a lawyer for expats in a country where there are real consequences for breaking the law. I had a client once named Patricia who had been convicted of attempted murder for trying to kill her sister while they were on vacation in the country. She was eligible to be adjudicated a psychiatric inmate, which she wanted me to do because it would reduce her sentence. I tried explaining to her that conditions for psych inmates there were a lot different than back home, but she was in her mid 20s and wouldn't listen, she just wanted as short a sentence as possible. She got her wish, and after sentencing was sent to a psychiatric isolation tier at a max women's prison.
Months later I was allowed to visit Patricia's cell to get her assent on a final piece of case paperwork. When I got to the tier, I walked up to cell #5 and looked in the window. She was in the back corner of her mostly bare cell, completely naked (psych inmates in this country do not wear clothes in their cells), masturbating herself with her right hand. It took me a second to figure out what she was doing, but since her back was to me she could not see me standing in the window. She was sort of half-squatting with her legs apart, so from behind I could see her fingertips going up and down her hairy labia. She was REALLY going at it, I had never seen a woman rubbing herself with so much energy and determination before. Her head was tilted up, eyes closed, and you could see her grin and grimace. At one point she slid a couple fingers into her vagina, thrust up and down on them, then pulled out and continued rubbing herself.
Finally I cleared my throat and knocked on her cell door. I almost felt guilty for interrupting her. Patricia spun around, saw, me, stood up and walked towards the window. I explained why I was there and she just stood there naked, hands on hips, listening. Neither she nor I said a word about what she was just doing. When I opened the food hatch to show her the document, she picked up the sheet with her right hand and the smell of her vagina was just radiating off her fingers. It gave me the hardest erection of my life.
Months later I was allowed to visit Patricia's cell to get her assent on a final piece of case paperwork. When I got to the tier, I walked up to cell #5 and looked in the window. She was in the back corner of her mostly bare cell, completely naked (psych inmates in this country do not wear clothes in their cells), masturbating herself with her right hand. It took me a second to figure out what she was doing, but since her back was to me she could not see me standing in the window. She was sort of half-squatting with her legs apart, so from behind I could see her fingertips going up and down her hairy labia. She was REALLY going at it, I had never seen a woman rubbing herself with so much energy and determination before. Her head was tilted up, eyes closed, and you could see her grin and grimace. At one point she slid a couple fingers into her vagina, thrust up and down on them, then pulled out and continued rubbing herself.
Finally I cleared my throat and knocked on her cell door. I almost felt guilty for interrupting her. Patricia spun around, saw, me, stood up and walked towards the window. I explained why I was there and she just stood there naked, hands on hips, listening. Neither she nor I said a word about what she was just doing. When I opened the food hatch to show her the document, she picked up the sheet with her right hand and the smell of her vagina was just radiating off her fingers. It gave me the hardest erection of my life.
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