"I want to try something a little different tonight," she said, flashing a shy smile.
"Oh, I like it already!" I answered. "What is it?"
She giggled. "It's kind of a surprise. I think you'll like it, but it's kind of, uhm, intense for me. That's why we haven't really done this before." She looked a little vulnerable. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
"You know you can show me any side of yourself. Even if it's not something I'm into, I won't judge you for it."
She nodded. "Okay. I'm going to go upstairs. Give me about five minutes or so, then come into the master bathroom. Don't knock. And if you can approach the door quietly and surprise me it's even better. When you open the door -- well, I think you'll know what to do. Just play along. Okay?"
"Okay." I could see she was blushing deeply as she turned to walk up the stairs.
I waited seven minutes, then slowly went up the stairs, stepping gingerly so as not to make the floor creek. I got all the way to the bathroom door, then suddenly lunged in.
There she was, sitting on the edge of the tub. She was mostly dressed, except that her skirt was hiked up, and she was frantically frigging her pussy. I looked up at her face and saw a look of complete and utter humiliation. She turned away like she couldn't face me and moaned quietly, "Oh God...," but she kept masturbating. If anything, she was rubbing herself more intensely than before.
I remembered her instructions to play along, so I put on an angry voice and said, "What the FUCK do you think you're doing?"
"Please," she whimpered, "don't watch me."
I stared at her. "You dirty whore. You can't keep your hands off yourself, can you?"
She shook her head slowly. She looked close to crying. She also looked close to cumming.
I tried to think of how to make the experience even more intense for her. I thought for a moment and said, "This really happened to you once, didn't it?"
Her breathing, which had been fast before, was suddenly a desperate pant. "Please don't! Don't make me tell you!" She was fingering her hole with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.
"Who was it?"
"TELL ME WHO IT WAS!"
Starting to sob, she said, "My best friend. In high school. We were both 18. We were sharing a hotel room on an overnight field trip. She walked in on me." I noticed that her hands had slowed down, but it seemed to be only because she was drawing out the pleasure, trying to make it last longer.
"What did she say?"
"She didn't say anything. She just stood there and watched me. Oh God! She didn't say anything, she didn't leave, she just stood and watched me. Until I came. I was so humiliated. I didn't stop. I didn't feel like I could stop. I felt mortified, but the cream was just gushing out of me. I was so excited."
The cream was gushing out of her this time too. I could see it coating her hands and running down her legs as she played with herself. I was breathing pretty heavily by this time too. "What else? Tell me what else happened."
"I--I made noises when I came. That's one of the things I was most ashamed of. I didn't just cum. I came hard, and noisily. Right in front of my best friend."
"What happened after you came?"
"I looked up at her, and at first she looked aroused, but it suddenly turned to a look of disgust, and she ran out of the bathroom. She avoided me for the rest of the trip. We never talked about it, and I don't think she ever told anyone else, but we were never close after that. She must have thought I was sick." She made eye contact with me for the first time since I had come into the bathroom, and, as she fingered herself, she asked, "What do you think of me?"
I kneeled on the floor beside her and looked into her eyes. "I think you're a sick little perv who gets off on frigging herself while people watch!"
"Oh shit!" she screamed, as the orgasms overtook her. I could tell from how long she moaned and gyrated and kept rubbing herself that she was having multiples. Finally, her hands stopped moving, and she slumped over and panted.
When her eyes opened, she looked at me again. Uncertainly, she said, "So...do you really think I'm--"
I quickly took her in my arms and kissed her face and neck. "No, no, no, darling. I just knew you needed to hear that to have a nice hard cum. You know I'd never really think that about you. I love you. I love all sides of you. And I love you for trusting me enough to share that with me."
She smiled and teared up a little as she nuzzled my face. "I love you too."
Send private anonymous feedback to the author (to post a public comment instead).