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My name is Sophie, and this is the story of how I first gave in to my feelings for my boyfriend's friend.
Now, I don't want you think that I found any of this easy. It really first started when I saw that my boyfriend, Jon, had been flirting with girls on Facebook.
I had just gotten home from work and I'd gone to our desk top computer to check my emails, when I noticed Jon's Facebook page open. I was about to close it when I saw some messages he had been sending to a couple of girls he had been to college with.
Ironically my first feeling was guilt for having looked at his Facebook account, but when I saw how flirty he was being with them it just made me sad that he felt he needed to do that kind of thing. I mean, I wouldn't say that I am unattractive, in fact I often get compliments when I go out, even though I would never act on them. And I keep myself in shape and most of my girlfriends tell me that they're jealous of my long blonde hair, pouty lips and my pert, firm D cup breasts, especially since I have a small frame. I also think I am loving and attentive to Jon and I have to admit that I'm horny most of the time so he very rarely gets denied sex. And I'm always happy to have a little outdoor fun too....
Anyway, after to talking to Jon about what he'd been doing on Facebook it was quite obvious that he couldn't see a problem... perhaps that's one of the differences between us. And so, as a result I decided that I should allow myself to have some fun of my own. I had no intention of cheating on Jon, but I had always found his friend Richie really cute and there had been a couple of occasions where I had been home alone during the day, feeling horny and had to stop myself from picturing him while I was masturbating. It just didn't seem right to be thinking about another guy while I was making myself come... unless it's someone famous, right? Well, I decided that perhaps it was time to change that, perhaps it was time I let myself fantasise about Richie while I played with myself.
It was about a week after I'd confronted Jon about the online girls and I'd refused to have sex with him because I was still feeling betrayed by what I considered to be his infidelity. Jon and Richie had been to the gym together and had come back to our house because the showers at the gym were being worked on.
They walked in laughing and joking as they usually did and I couldn't help noticing that even though I was still upset, I was excited to see Richie, still in his gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Richie isn't one of those really ripped guys who struts around in tight t-shirts, and he isn't a huge bodybuilder but he has a good shape and I had, on occasion wondered what he looked like without his shirt on.
I greeted them when they arrived but I was still finding it hard to be close to Jon and I think Richie was picking up on that. It had been about a week since Jon and I'd had sex and I was crazy horny. In fact I had just been considering whether or not I'd have time to get myself off before Jon got home from the gym, and as a little appetiser I had been leaning against the washing machine in the utility room as it was finishing it's final spin. The vibrations, along with a few guilty thoughts about Richie, had been just enough to get my heart racing and my panties wet when the guys had come bursting through the door.
So, as you can imagine, I was looking a little red cheeked and trying to hide the fact that my nipples were poking through the scruffy tank top, and I had to quickly check that I didn't have a damp patch on my sweat pants. Added to this, I remembered that I wasn't wearing a bra as I'd planned to finish up my work before jumping in the shower and finishing myself off...
"Hey, guys, how was your workout?" I asked as they entered the living room, dropping their stuff on the floor.
They told me that it was good and continued with their usual smack talk of each other which always made me laugh. But when Jon came over to kiss me I turned away so that he could only get my cheek. I still wasn't ready to forgive him. I was pretty sure that Richie noticed my partial rejection of Jon but he didn't react.
"We came back here to take a shower," Jon said, bypassing our obvious awkwardness, "because they're working on the ones at the gym."
"Okay," I replied. "We need a few groceries so I'm going to head out to the store."
"It's okay," Jon said, putting his hand on my arm. "I can go while Rich takes a shower and then I'll take mine when I get back."
I agreed, suddenly excited at the thought of being in the house with Richie, my stomach flipping when it occurred to me that we would be alone and he would be naked, albeit in another room. But I was also feeling guilty over thinking that way. I handed Jon the grocery list and checked that he had his wallet.
"Okay," he said, turning to Richie. "I'm going to head out, you can use the bathroom off our bedroom. I'm waiting for a new shower head for the other one."
"No problem," Richie replied, bending to pick up his gym bag, and I couldn't help but notice how good his ass looked in his shorts. And I wasn't sure if it was my imagination but I thought I caught him checking out my breasts when he stood up.
I said goodbye to Jon as Richie walked upstairs to our bedroom, all the time fighting the thought that he would soon be undressing next to the room where I slept, the room that minutes before I'd been planning to play with myself in.
I like to think that I'm quite an adventurous girl, even when I masturbate, although there are, of course, times when I just need that quick release. During those times I can slip my hand inside my panties and focus all my attention on my clitoris, bringing myself to a fast orgasm. This is what I do when I'm horny at work.
Some days it gets so bad I either sneak off to the restroom, lock myself in one of the stalls and just go to town on myself or, if I'm feeling particularly daring, I sit behind my desk, lift my skirt, put my hand inside my underwear and finger myself until I come, all the while trying to keep my breathing and movements under control in case someone happens past my office. And although I do that as a fast solution to being super horny, I usually have to get home and either fuck Jon as soon as I can, or I strip and get myself off slowly, taking my time until I come hard and loud.
However, as I wasn't prepared to have sex, that morning I had planned to resort to my favourite solo activity, which is to strip slowly in front of the bathroom mirror, stroking my breasts and teasing my nipples. Watching myself like this drives me crazy and I have to force myself to go slow, building the tension. Then, when I can't take any more, and my pussy in dripping wet, I move to my bed and slide my silver vibrator inside, slowly, feeling every inch as it enters and fills me. Then I turn it on so that it's running at about half power and stoke my clit slowly, bringing myself to the point of orgasm before holding back again. I do this several times until I can't take the teasing any more and then I increase the speed of the vibrator before focussing back on my clit, tipping myself over the edge.
When I do this I usually lose control of my body, the muscles inside my pussy grip the smooth vibrator, my back arches, I pinch my nipples and I get loud.
There have been a couple of occasions when I've forgotten that my bedroom window was open and I've worried that someone outside might have heard me, and although I wouldn't say I'm an exhibitionist, I have found the thought quite exciting and I've wondered how I would feel if I looked out of the window to see someone down on the street listening...
Jon closed the door behind him and I turned as Richie disappeared up the stairs in the direction of my bedroom, and for a moment I wondered if he would take his clothes off in the bathroom or if he would strip off in the bedroom. I felt my nipples push against my tank top at the image of Richie naked, next to my bed, next to my panty draw which also held my vibrator. And as I pictured him there I wondered what would have happened if they had come home ten minutes later.
If the traffic had been a little heavier or if the gym had been more busy I might have already been lying on my bed, naked, my fingers stroking my clitoris. And what if, when they had arrived home, Jon had seen the grocery list I'd written on the kitchen counter and had told Richie to take a shower while he went to store? Then Richie would have walked in on me as I was touching myself, my vibrator inside my pussy, my fingers bringing myself to orgasm, my nipples hard, being pinched and teased.
What if he had walked in and I hadn't noticed him? Would he have left? Would he have let me know he was there so that I would stop? Or would he have let me continue, standing there, watching through the half open door as I panted and moaned as my fingers brought me to orgasm, my body tense as I rode out the waves of ecstasy? And if he had watched me what would he have done? Would he have pulled out his cock and masturbated, with me oblivious to his presence, shooting his come into the air just as my orgasm hit? Or would he have walked in, pulled the vibrator from my pussy and made love to me there on the bed that I sleep in next to his friend.
And in that moment a wave of guilt hit me, but the memory of Jon's repeated "innocent" betrayals pushed the guilt aside and I knew then that I had to do something to pay him back. I knew that I would never sleep with Richie, I couldn't bring myself to go that far, but I had to have some kind of retribution.
And so I walked quickly and quietly towards the stairs, padding up them gently, not wanting Richie to know I was there. I knew it was wrong but I had to see him without him knowing. I wanted to watch him, I wanted to know how he looked naked. I wanted an insight into his life, to know what he did when he thought no one was looking. And for a moment I wondered what I would do if he began to masturbate in my shower, standing in the bathtub that I laid in and often brought myself to orgasm in; my legs pushing against the side as my breasts heaved with the intensity of my climax, causing waves to splash over the sides, the warm water caressing my nipples as I came.
I reached the top of the stairs. My bedroom door was open and I could hear Richie unzipping his gym bag, taking out his shower things and his clean clothes, and I wondered if he was already naked. I listened, planning on waiting for the water to start so that I knew he wouldn't walk back out of the bathroom. But I found that I couldn't, I needed to see him undress. That was part of it for me, I had to see all of it, I had to see him pull his t-shirt over his head, I wanted to see him drop his shorts to reveal his cock.
I turned around to the closet behind me. I knew that he would have his own towel with him but I thought that if I took one in with me and he came out of the bathroom I could apologise, claiming I was going to leave the towel on the bed for him.
With the towel in my hand I slipped into my bedroom. The shower was still silent and I hoped that Richie wasn't naked yet. I knew that from my bed I could see into the bathroom and into the bathtub. Tiptoeing across the carpet I sat on the edge of my bed. For a moment I couldn't see Richie and I panicked, wondering if he wasn't yet in the bathroom and he was about to come in to my bedroom from somewhere else in the house to find me sitting on my bed hoping to see him showering. But then I saw him move in the reflection of the full length mirror I had next to the bath, still in his gym clothes.
I froze, knowing that if he turned to his left he would see my reflection in the mirror. I watched as he reached out and turned the shower on, holding his hand under the water until it was the correct temperature. He stepped back and I knew he was about to undress. My heart raced, the excitement of hoping he wouldn't close the door at the last minute mixing with the desire I was experiencing over wanting to see him naked.
He pushed his messy hair away from his face and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, lifting it up over his head, revealing his toned stomach and well developed chest. My nipples ached and I could feel the heat building in my panties once again.
Richie dropped the t-shirt to the floor and reached for the waistband of his shorts. My mouth was dry, a complete contrast to between my legs and my thighs rubbed together involuntarily. Richie pulled his shorts down, revealing a pair of tight black boxer shorts. The material of his underwear clung to his firm butt and fitted around the bulge of his cock. He reached out again to check the temperature of the water, while absentmindedly adjusting his cock.
Before I could change my mind I slid backwards onto my bed, rolling over onto my stomach, looking up just in time to see Richie slide his boxers down over his butt, revealing his soft but still impressive cock. It hung down, the head looking heavy, his hair neatly trimmed. My heart raced as he reached down to adjust it once more, obviously enjoying the feeling of freeing his member from the confines of his underwear. His cock swung as he turned and for a moment I froze, thinking he was going to spot me in the mirror, but instead he stretched. His new position allowed me to see his back which was towards me and his front in the mirror, and as his cock swung again from the movement of his stretching I reached underneath me, sliding my hand down inside my sweatpants and into my panties, feeling the heat from my excitement on my fingers.
I watched as Richie moved, easing the muscles in his back, his cock still swinging freely, appearing to have lengthened a little. Perhaps it was the heat in the room or perhaps (I was hoping) he was getting turned on from the thought of being naked in my bathroom.
Richie turned, looking into the shower and for the first time I could see him full frontal and not just his reflection. I moaned quietly at the view, my middle finger sliding inside my pussy, the palm of my hand pressing on my already sensitive clitoris.
Richie stepped over the side of my bathtub, his cock slapping against his leg with the movement. I pushed my hips down, pressing my clit onto my hand and slid my free hand up under my tank top, finding my left breast, my fingers beginning to tease my nipple. If Richie suddenly turned around now there would no mistaking that I was masturbating while I watched him shower.
He stepped forward, water pouring over his hair and down his face and I felt a little more relaxed that he wouldn't be able to see me even if he turned. But still, it would only take a wipe of his hand across his face to clear his vision and he would see me face down on my bed, my hand inside my panties. And yet I couldn't stop. My hips were moving as if I were riding someone and I knew that this was how I rode Jon during those times I needed to come; when I didn't want foreplay or teasing, when I needed a fast hard release.
When I felt that way I would get him hard, usually by sucking his dick, then I would straddle him, hold his cock in position and lower myself onto it, feeling it as it filled my pussy. Then when he was as deep as he could go I would lean forward, and have him play with my tits and grind my pussy onto him. I could make myself come in less than a minute this way and then I would usually have him fuck me for his own release. And I knew that I'd be lying if I said that in that moment I didn't wish it was Richie on his back beneath me.
I watched as he reached down for his shower gel, rubbing it over his wet hair and down over his chest and stomach. My hips moved with more urgency; I needed to come before he finished. His hands moved slowly down his body towards his cock, almost reaching his firm shaft but stopping before they made contact, almost as though he were teasing himself. Was he turned on from being naked in my bathroom? I had no idea if he even thought about me like that.
I pinched my nipple before moving to the other one, teasing it until it ached with desire. I knew how I liked to be touched but it was still no replacement for wanting Richie to be touching and sucking them right then. I moaned again and stared as his hand began to close in again on his cock. This time he slipped his soapy fingers around the shaft and up over the head. He leaned forward under the spray, one hand on the tiles, his eyes closed as he slid his hand up and down the full length of his cock which appeared to be growing harder and longer.
I pushed my toes into the mattress, using them to increase the pressure and speed of my rocking. In the shower Richie was still sliding his hand along his cock which was becoming more erect with each stroke, the head purple and swollen. He moaned, his cock now at full size. My mouth watered as I felt the start of my climax. I slipped my index finger inside to join the middle one, stretching my pussy lips apart. My rocking was beginning to make my bed move but in the moment I didn't care. Perhaps there was a part of me that wanted him to hear the bed, to know that I was there and for him to come out of my shower and finish what I'd started.
With my eyes fixed on Richie stroking his cock I pressed down onto my hand. My nipples were sending shocks of electricity through my body and I bit down on it on my bottom lip, my eyes never leaving Richie who was teasing the head of his hard on with his soapy hand.
And then I came. The first wave hit me hard and I called out, my voice muffled only by the fact that I was biting my lip.
"Shiiittt..." I moaned as my body shook, my eyes never leaving Richie or his hard cock.
As the subsequent waves washed over me I felt my pussy contract involuntarily around my fingers as my juices coated them even more. I continued to grind against my hand bringing wave after wave of pleasure. My breathing was loud but Richie couldn't hear me over the shower. His hand was still stroking slowly over the head of his cock as if he wanted to make himself come but felt guilty about doing it in my shower and right then I wanted him to let go and jack himself hard and fast for me.
My breathing slowed as my climax finally faded but my head was dizzy from the power of the orgasm I had just given myself, and even though I always do a good job when I masturbate, I hadn't come that hard in forever. My fingers released my now sensitive nipples but I still massaged my breasts, enjoying their weight in my hand as I watched Richie in his obvious moral turmoil. But I didn't want to move, I didn't want him to stop, I wanted him to stroke his cock, to pleasure himself until he shot his come into the air and into my tub. And with desire for the sexy man in my shower still coursing through my body and mind I really believe that if I hadn't heard a car engine pull up outside my house I would have gone in the bathroom, taken Richie's cock in my hand and stroked it for him, watching as his face changed in ecstasy and his hot come spurted out onto the tiles and down over my hand... and, perhaps, over my breasts.
But I didn't do that because right then I heard the front door open and Jon call out to me.
Pulling my hand from my panties and wiping my fingers on the towel I'd brought into the room, I straightened my tank top, trying to hide my still hard nipples. I left the bedroom, and hurried down to the second bathroom. I waited a few moments before hitting the flush and washing my own juices off my hands. Then, opening the door I padded down the stairs, hoping that my cheeks didn't give away to Jon the fact that I had just made myself come while watching his friend shower...
Now, I don't want you think that I found any of this easy. It really first started when I saw that my boyfriend, Jon, had been flirting with girls on Facebook.
I had just gotten home from work and I'd gone to our desk top computer to check my emails, when I noticed Jon's Facebook page open. I was about to close it when I saw some messages he had been sending to a couple of girls he had been to college with.
Ironically my first feeling was guilt for having looked at his Facebook account, but when I saw how flirty he was being with them it just made me sad that he felt he needed to do that kind of thing. I mean, I wouldn't say that I am unattractive, in fact I often get compliments when I go out, even though I would never act on them. And I keep myself in shape and most of my girlfriends tell me that they're jealous of my long blonde hair, pouty lips and my pert, firm D cup breasts, especially since I have a small frame. I also think I am loving and attentive to Jon and I have to admit that I'm horny most of the time so he very rarely gets denied sex. And I'm always happy to have a little outdoor fun too....
Anyway, after to talking to Jon about what he'd been doing on Facebook it was quite obvious that he couldn't see a problem... perhaps that's one of the differences between us. And so, as a result I decided that I should allow myself to have some fun of my own. I had no intention of cheating on Jon, but I had always found his friend Richie really cute and there had been a couple of occasions where I had been home alone during the day, feeling horny and had to stop myself from picturing him while I was masturbating. It just didn't seem right to be thinking about another guy while I was making myself come... unless it's someone famous, right? Well, I decided that perhaps it was time to change that, perhaps it was time I let myself fantasise about Richie while I played with myself.
It was about a week after I'd confronted Jon about the online girls and I'd refused to have sex with him because I was still feeling betrayed by what I considered to be his infidelity. Jon and Richie had been to the gym together and had come back to our house because the showers at the gym were being worked on.
They walked in laughing and joking as they usually did and I couldn't help noticing that even though I was still upset, I was excited to see Richie, still in his gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Richie isn't one of those really ripped guys who struts around in tight t-shirts, and he isn't a huge bodybuilder but he has a good shape and I had, on occasion wondered what he looked like without his shirt on.
I greeted them when they arrived but I was still finding it hard to be close to Jon and I think Richie was picking up on that. It had been about a week since Jon and I'd had sex and I was crazy horny. In fact I had just been considering whether or not I'd have time to get myself off before Jon got home from the gym, and as a little appetiser I had been leaning against the washing machine in the utility room as it was finishing it's final spin. The vibrations, along with a few guilty thoughts about Richie, had been just enough to get my heart racing and my panties wet when the guys had come bursting through the door.
So, as you can imagine, I was looking a little red cheeked and trying to hide the fact that my nipples were poking through the scruffy tank top, and I had to quickly check that I didn't have a damp patch on my sweat pants. Added to this, I remembered that I wasn't wearing a bra as I'd planned to finish up my work before jumping in the shower and finishing myself off...
"Hey, guys, how was your workout?" I asked as they entered the living room, dropping their stuff on the floor.
They told me that it was good and continued with their usual smack talk of each other which always made me laugh. But when Jon came over to kiss me I turned away so that he could only get my cheek. I still wasn't ready to forgive him. I was pretty sure that Richie noticed my partial rejection of Jon but he didn't react.
"We came back here to take a shower," Jon said, bypassing our obvious awkwardness, "because they're working on the ones at the gym."
"Okay," I replied. "We need a few groceries so I'm going to head out to the store."
"It's okay," Jon said, putting his hand on my arm. "I can go while Rich takes a shower and then I'll take mine when I get back."
I agreed, suddenly excited at the thought of being in the house with Richie, my stomach flipping when it occurred to me that we would be alone and he would be naked, albeit in another room. But I was also feeling guilty over thinking that way. I handed Jon the grocery list and checked that he had his wallet.
"Okay," he said, turning to Richie. "I'm going to head out, you can use the bathroom off our bedroom. I'm waiting for a new shower head for the other one."
"No problem," Richie replied, bending to pick up his gym bag, and I couldn't help but notice how good his ass looked in his shorts. And I wasn't sure if it was my imagination but I thought I caught him checking out my breasts when he stood up.
I said goodbye to Jon as Richie walked upstairs to our bedroom, all the time fighting the thought that he would soon be undressing next to the room where I slept, the room that minutes before I'd been planning to play with myself in.
I like to think that I'm quite an adventurous girl, even when I masturbate, although there are, of course, times when I just need that quick release. During those times I can slip my hand inside my panties and focus all my attention on my clitoris, bringing myself to a fast orgasm. This is what I do when I'm horny at work.
Some days it gets so bad I either sneak off to the restroom, lock myself in one of the stalls and just go to town on myself or, if I'm feeling particularly daring, I sit behind my desk, lift my skirt, put my hand inside my underwear and finger myself until I come, all the while trying to keep my breathing and movements under control in case someone happens past my office. And although I do that as a fast solution to being super horny, I usually have to get home and either fuck Jon as soon as I can, or I strip and get myself off slowly, taking my time until I come hard and loud.
However, as I wasn't prepared to have sex, that morning I had planned to resort to my favourite solo activity, which is to strip slowly in front of the bathroom mirror, stroking my breasts and teasing my nipples. Watching myself like this drives me crazy and I have to force myself to go slow, building the tension. Then, when I can't take any more, and my pussy in dripping wet, I move to my bed and slide my silver vibrator inside, slowly, feeling every inch as it enters and fills me. Then I turn it on so that it's running at about half power and stoke my clit slowly, bringing myself to the point of orgasm before holding back again. I do this several times until I can't take the teasing any more and then I increase the speed of the vibrator before focussing back on my clit, tipping myself over the edge.
When I do this I usually lose control of my body, the muscles inside my pussy grip the smooth vibrator, my back arches, I pinch my nipples and I get loud.
There have been a couple of occasions when I've forgotten that my bedroom window was open and I've worried that someone outside might have heard me, and although I wouldn't say I'm an exhibitionist, I have found the thought quite exciting and I've wondered how I would feel if I looked out of the window to see someone down on the street listening...
Jon closed the door behind him and I turned as Richie disappeared up the stairs in the direction of my bedroom, and for a moment I wondered if he would take his clothes off in the bathroom or if he would strip off in the bedroom. I felt my nipples push against my tank top at the image of Richie naked, next to my bed, next to my panty draw which also held my vibrator. And as I pictured him there I wondered what would have happened if they had come home ten minutes later.
If the traffic had been a little heavier or if the gym had been more busy I might have already been lying on my bed, naked, my fingers stroking my clitoris. And what if, when they had arrived home, Jon had seen the grocery list I'd written on the kitchen counter and had told Richie to take a shower while he went to store? Then Richie would have walked in on me as I was touching myself, my vibrator inside my pussy, my fingers bringing myself to orgasm, my nipples hard, being pinched and teased.
What if he had walked in and I hadn't noticed him? Would he have left? Would he have let me know he was there so that I would stop? Or would he have let me continue, standing there, watching through the half open door as I panted and moaned as my fingers brought me to orgasm, my body tense as I rode out the waves of ecstasy? And if he had watched me what would he have done? Would he have pulled out his cock and masturbated, with me oblivious to his presence, shooting his come into the air just as my orgasm hit? Or would he have walked in, pulled the vibrator from my pussy and made love to me there on the bed that I sleep in next to his friend.
And in that moment a wave of guilt hit me, but the memory of Jon's repeated "innocent" betrayals pushed the guilt aside and I knew then that I had to do something to pay him back. I knew that I would never sleep with Richie, I couldn't bring myself to go that far, but I had to have some kind of retribution.
And so I walked quickly and quietly towards the stairs, padding up them gently, not wanting Richie to know I was there. I knew it was wrong but I had to see him without him knowing. I wanted to watch him, I wanted to know how he looked naked. I wanted an insight into his life, to know what he did when he thought no one was looking. And for a moment I wondered what I would do if he began to masturbate in my shower, standing in the bathtub that I laid in and often brought myself to orgasm in; my legs pushing against the side as my breasts heaved with the intensity of my climax, causing waves to splash over the sides, the warm water caressing my nipples as I came.
I reached the top of the stairs. My bedroom door was open and I could hear Richie unzipping his gym bag, taking out his shower things and his clean clothes, and I wondered if he was already naked. I listened, planning on waiting for the water to start so that I knew he wouldn't walk back out of the bathroom. But I found that I couldn't, I needed to see him undress. That was part of it for me, I had to see all of it, I had to see him pull his t-shirt over his head, I wanted to see him drop his shorts to reveal his cock.
I turned around to the closet behind me. I knew that he would have his own towel with him but I thought that if I took one in with me and he came out of the bathroom I could apologise, claiming I was going to leave the towel on the bed for him.
With the towel in my hand I slipped into my bedroom. The shower was still silent and I hoped that Richie wasn't naked yet. I knew that from my bed I could see into the bathroom and into the bathtub. Tiptoeing across the carpet I sat on the edge of my bed. For a moment I couldn't see Richie and I panicked, wondering if he wasn't yet in the bathroom and he was about to come in to my bedroom from somewhere else in the house to find me sitting on my bed hoping to see him showering. But then I saw him move in the reflection of the full length mirror I had next to the bath, still in his gym clothes.
I froze, knowing that if he turned to his left he would see my reflection in the mirror. I watched as he reached out and turned the shower on, holding his hand under the water until it was the correct temperature. He stepped back and I knew he was about to undress. My heart raced, the excitement of hoping he wouldn't close the door at the last minute mixing with the desire I was experiencing over wanting to see him naked.
He pushed his messy hair away from his face and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, lifting it up over his head, revealing his toned stomach and well developed chest. My nipples ached and I could feel the heat building in my panties once again.
Richie dropped the t-shirt to the floor and reached for the waistband of his shorts. My mouth was dry, a complete contrast to between my legs and my thighs rubbed together involuntarily. Richie pulled his shorts down, revealing a pair of tight black boxer shorts. The material of his underwear clung to his firm butt and fitted around the bulge of his cock. He reached out again to check the temperature of the water, while absentmindedly adjusting his cock.
Before I could change my mind I slid backwards onto my bed, rolling over onto my stomach, looking up just in time to see Richie slide his boxers down over his butt, revealing his soft but still impressive cock. It hung down, the head looking heavy, his hair neatly trimmed. My heart raced as he reached down to adjust it once more, obviously enjoying the feeling of freeing his member from the confines of his underwear. His cock swung as he turned and for a moment I froze, thinking he was going to spot me in the mirror, but instead he stretched. His new position allowed me to see his back which was towards me and his front in the mirror, and as his cock swung again from the movement of his stretching I reached underneath me, sliding my hand down inside my sweatpants and into my panties, feeling the heat from my excitement on my fingers.
I watched as Richie moved, easing the muscles in his back, his cock still swinging freely, appearing to have lengthened a little. Perhaps it was the heat in the room or perhaps (I was hoping) he was getting turned on from the thought of being naked in my bathroom.
Richie turned, looking into the shower and for the first time I could see him full frontal and not just his reflection. I moaned quietly at the view, my middle finger sliding inside my pussy, the palm of my hand pressing on my already sensitive clitoris.
Richie stepped over the side of my bathtub, his cock slapping against his leg with the movement. I pushed my hips down, pressing my clit onto my hand and slid my free hand up under my tank top, finding my left breast, my fingers beginning to tease my nipple. If Richie suddenly turned around now there would no mistaking that I was masturbating while I watched him shower.
He stepped forward, water pouring over his hair and down his face and I felt a little more relaxed that he wouldn't be able to see me even if he turned. But still, it would only take a wipe of his hand across his face to clear his vision and he would see me face down on my bed, my hand inside my panties. And yet I couldn't stop. My hips were moving as if I were riding someone and I knew that this was how I rode Jon during those times I needed to come; when I didn't want foreplay or teasing, when I needed a fast hard release.
When I felt that way I would get him hard, usually by sucking his dick, then I would straddle him, hold his cock in position and lower myself onto it, feeling it as it filled my pussy. Then when he was as deep as he could go I would lean forward, and have him play with my tits and grind my pussy onto him. I could make myself come in less than a minute this way and then I would usually have him fuck me for his own release. And I knew that I'd be lying if I said that in that moment I didn't wish it was Richie on his back beneath me.
I watched as he reached down for his shower gel, rubbing it over his wet hair and down over his chest and stomach. My hips moved with more urgency; I needed to come before he finished. His hands moved slowly down his body towards his cock, almost reaching his firm shaft but stopping before they made contact, almost as though he were teasing himself. Was he turned on from being naked in my bathroom? I had no idea if he even thought about me like that.
I pinched my nipple before moving to the other one, teasing it until it ached with desire. I knew how I liked to be touched but it was still no replacement for wanting Richie to be touching and sucking them right then. I moaned again and stared as his hand began to close in again on his cock. This time he slipped his soapy fingers around the shaft and up over the head. He leaned forward under the spray, one hand on the tiles, his eyes closed as he slid his hand up and down the full length of his cock which appeared to be growing harder and longer.
I pushed my toes into the mattress, using them to increase the pressure and speed of my rocking. In the shower Richie was still sliding his hand along his cock which was becoming more erect with each stroke, the head purple and swollen. He moaned, his cock now at full size. My mouth watered as I felt the start of my climax. I slipped my index finger inside to join the middle one, stretching my pussy lips apart. My rocking was beginning to make my bed move but in the moment I didn't care. Perhaps there was a part of me that wanted him to hear the bed, to know that I was there and for him to come out of my shower and finish what I'd started.
With my eyes fixed on Richie stroking his cock I pressed down onto my hand. My nipples were sending shocks of electricity through my body and I bit down on it on my bottom lip, my eyes never leaving Richie who was teasing the head of his hard on with his soapy hand.
And then I came. The first wave hit me hard and I called out, my voice muffled only by the fact that I was biting my lip.
"Shiiittt..." I moaned as my body shook, my eyes never leaving Richie or his hard cock.
As the subsequent waves washed over me I felt my pussy contract involuntarily around my fingers as my juices coated them even more. I continued to grind against my hand bringing wave after wave of pleasure. My breathing was loud but Richie couldn't hear me over the shower. His hand was still stroking slowly over the head of his cock as if he wanted to make himself come but felt guilty about doing it in my shower and right then I wanted him to let go and jack himself hard and fast for me.
My breathing slowed as my climax finally faded but my head was dizzy from the power of the orgasm I had just given myself, and even though I always do a good job when I masturbate, I hadn't come that hard in forever. My fingers released my now sensitive nipples but I still massaged my breasts, enjoying their weight in my hand as I watched Richie in his obvious moral turmoil. But I didn't want to move, I didn't want him to stop, I wanted him to stroke his cock, to pleasure himself until he shot his come into the air and into my tub. And with desire for the sexy man in my shower still coursing through my body and mind I really believe that if I hadn't heard a car engine pull up outside my house I would have gone in the bathroom, taken Richie's cock in my hand and stroked it for him, watching as his face changed in ecstasy and his hot come spurted out onto the tiles and down over my hand... and, perhaps, over my breasts.
But I didn't do that because right then I heard the front door open and Jon call out to me.
Pulling my hand from my panties and wiping my fingers on the towel I'd brought into the room, I straightened my tank top, trying to hide my still hard nipples. I left the bedroom, and hurried down to the second bathroom. I waited a few moments before hitting the flush and washing my own juices off my hands. Then, opening the door I padded down the stairs, hoping that my cheeks didn't give away to Jon the fact that I had just made myself come while watching his friend shower...
Mei
- 13.11.2022
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