Masturbation

Caught: Touching Myself

Part 2 in the Caught series. Read Part 1 here.

That summer my parents had rented a townhouse with only two bedrooms, one for them and one for my sister that still lived at home. When I came home from college for the summer break, my bedroom was in the unfinished basement. It was pretty bad, boxes everywhere except in my corner of the basement, large windows that I need to cover with makeshift drapes, etc.

Okay, it wasn’t so bad because I could easily sneak guys into my bedroom through those large windows. However, the night in question there were no guys to sneak into my bedroom. My boyfriend of the time was out of town and I didn’t have anyone else on my booty call list.

I came home that night from a party, half drunk and completely horny. I knew as soon as my friend dropped my off, I was going straight to my bedroom and planned to immediately start touching myself. It was that kind of night.

As soon as I got to my makeshift bedroom, I kicked off my heels, took off my dress and jumped into bed. I laid on my back and peeled off my lace panties. I don’t know why I was so horny. It wasn’t the guys at the party that I had been at. Maybe it was because it had been a few days since the last time I had sex and that summer my boyfriend and I were having sex at least once a day, if not more.

Either way, I had to touch myself. Just one finger at first, along my lips, past my clit and barely inside of me. My body became alive and I needed more than just a gentle touch.

I slid my finger past my clit and into my wetness. This is what I needed the whole night. I went slow, enjoying the stimulation, feeling erotic energy grow within me.

I took off my bra and with my left hand I caressed myself, cupping, then squeezing as the pleasure grew more intense. The fingers on my right hand, going deeper inside of me, two fingers now. Rubbing my clit, then diving deep inside of me.

I moaned softly, knowing that no one would be able to hear me. I pinched my nipple as I pulled on it. My fingers between my legs more forceful.

My orgasm almost there. I couldn’t stop. So close. That’s when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked out the window and saw a figure. My sister’s boyfriend. I was naked on my bed, spread eagle. The orgasm exploded within me, erotic pleasure filling my whole body.

I froze as the orgasm took control of my body. I couldn’t move for a few seconds and if I could’ve, I wouldn’t have known what to do.

It took me time to come back to reality before I covered up and enjoyed a post orgasm giggle. When I looked up again, he was gone. I have no idea how long he was standing there, but even if it was just a short time, he got a free show. I’d seen him checking me out, but now he had seen everything. He wasn’t really my type, but I’ll be honest. It turned me on.

 

A few days later, my sister apologized. She said that he said that he startled me. I don’t think he told her the full story. Either way, it turns out that I wasn’t the only one sneaking guys in through that window.

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