I was going through one of those hormonal teenage stages (to be honest, I think I still am!) where I was pleasing myself several times a day. Of course, this became a bit of a problem when I spent a week in the company of two friends
I was going through one of those hormonal teenage stages (to be honest, I think I still am!) where I was pleasing myself several times a day. Of course, this became a bit of a problem when I spent the week with two friends (who for the purposes of this are called Sasha and Anna).
Anna and I were spending four days at Sasha's house. Anna drew the short straw and slept on the floor of Sasha's room, whilst I had the spare bed about twelve feet from Sasha. We spent the extended weekend baking cakes, eating junk food, watching horror moves (or rather, cowering behind cushions) and attempting (badly) Sing Star.
For the first two nights it was fine. My body was behaving itself and didn't require any attention. Then, on the third and final night, I had an itch I simply could not scratch.
It was about 6AM and the sun was pouring in through the window (Sasha is one of those people who has such thin curtains she may as well just not bother) and I'd woken from sleep with soaked underwear. I was desperate. I had to sort myself out or I would go crazy.
I could've gone to the bathroom, but the door was closed and it was in such desperate need of oiling that it would have woken up everyone in the house. So I did the next 'best' thing.
I checked that Sasha and Anna were asleep before I spread my legs as far a possible and worked my hand in my panties. I was so riled up from whatever dream I'd just had that I didn't even have to bother with any form of excitement - building, I just went straight to my clit.
I was too tight to even fit one finger in me, which is probably just as well. I can never hold back a moan when I finger myself. As it was I was quite happy to pleasure myself by just rubbing, rolling and flicking at my clit. Thankfully Sasha and Anna could sleep through a nuclear attack, because I was so wet it was hardly a quiet session. I could hear my fingers rubbing at my wet flesh, even though it was muffled by the blankets.
Just before I came I lost myself a little, abandoning discretion and just full out rubbing myself.
Though I enjoyed myself and, as far as I'm aware, neither Sasha nor Anna know of my little session, I don't think I'd attempt such a thing in their company again!