The "Impulse Wank"
 

There might have been a very similar thread elsewhere (or maybe I saw it on another board) but a lovely sight this afternoon got me thinking about it. I guess I am probably not alone when, during the course of your regular banal day at work, college or even walking down the street, you see something so extraordinary that you just feel like knocking one out... And in some cases you may actually run off and do it.

I thought about it this afternoon at work - just thought though, no action - when a stunning looking girl walked past my desk en route elsewhere... Tight white blouse, ever-so-slightly tight above the knee electric blue skirt, tall heels. A case of look once, look twice, wow.

The thought took me back to when I was at college some years ago, where a girl in one of my classes was wearing a clingy black dress, made of the sort of material that when you stretch it really, really tight you can see right through it. OK, the dress itself was stunning enough, but when she bent over her desk, the material would cling even tighter, so tight that I could see a pair of great-fitting tight white knickers underneath. Whatever possessed her to wear white keks under a tight black dress I'll never know, but that thought was not running through my head at the time.

Needless to say I could feel myself rising to attention, and quickly made my excuses to run off to the loo. Yes, I then released a number of hot shots of sticky spunk while hoping that nobody would walk in and hear that distinctive fapping sound accompanied by low, stifled grunts.

A lovely moment, though I never got to see her in that same outfit after that day...

So, does anyone have any similar stories to tell? Were there moments when you just wanted to but couldn't, or opportunities where you were able to run off and offload? :D

OK, I'll start things off.

A few years ago, was shopping in a local supermarket on a hot day, saw this very nice mature'ish dark haird woman in the freezer isle, wearing a clingy white t-shirt and white trousers, both were kinda see-through, especialy the trousers, she was wearing either a black g-string or had a good bush on the go.

I had to wait until I got home before i could 'have a hand Solo with the pink Darth Vader'.

I get told to "go **** yourself" a few times a day. Does that count if I take them up on it?

Not so much an impulse more an uncontrollable movement in the trouser area used to occur on the bus, the shuddering used to create a hard-on(if I can be so crude) and I prayed that when I got up it wasn't noticeable as it would be incredibly embarrassing. I don't remember ever having an impulse wank but then I wasn't that sort of teenager or young man back then, it was the uninvited hardness that occured which was more embarrassing outdoors-and not just if I spotted a pretty girl. This damn thing had a mind of it's own once. :D

Usually I can wait, but I remember this uncontrollable urge coming over me a couple of times for no particular reason all. Once was on a fishing trip, the other time was on a train.
In case you wonder, I was alone on the beach and I used the bathroom on the train and cleaned up after myself.

Of course I also had my share of embarrassing boners.

A few years ago at Heathrow I saw a very attractive air stewardess, once I got home it was straight to the bedroom and a very quick wank!!!

I cam home from work in a shitty mood and not wanting to do anything except crawl into my bedroom, lock the door and listen to some heavy metal.

As I was removing my work clothes I looked out my window to see my hot flatmate sunbathing in nothing more than a skimpy bikini.

Needless to say I was naked and hard within the minute. As I stared out the window at this beauty, I stroked myself to orgasm.

I luckily had this happen twice more that summer.

It does break up the day and now with so many mobile devices at my disposal I don't need some tart to walk by, just log on and wank off when I need a break

You had 'diesel dick' GM

Me, I remember watching the trolly dollies in heathrow and going to the loo to spank my ham sword.

That has happened to me several times. The first was when I was in school, shadowing my uncle for a project. He worked in our state government. Someone else there wore a miniskirt and had such great legs, eventually I couldn't take it anymore and ran to the bathroom to relieve myself of some sperm in the bathroom at the State House. Nowadays, I work alone for about 2 hours on Saturdays, and there have been times when i got the urge and handled business