I was 17 and I was goin' out with this guy named Danny. Danny was very, very strong, with a handsome face and-OK, I'll just say it-he was hot! Anyway, I was always shy with Danny and I didn't want him to know that I masterbated because I was certain he would disapprove. After a date (he took me to a nice restaurant and we danced on his roof to our song), he fell asleep on my bed.
I just had to masterbate! He looked so sexy with his shirt off, cuddling with my pillow, so I went into the bathroom to relieve myself (the bathroom is connected to my room). I started the bath water and decided I couldn't wait that long for the bath to fill up! I took off all my clothes and jumped into the bath anyway.
I spread my legs on either side of the tub and let the water flow into my vagina. It was warm and the pressure felt so good! I decided to start to finger myself as well, because as good as the water felt, it wasn't giving me an orgasm. I started to finger myself and felt so good!
I totally forgot about Danny in the other room and let out a loud moan as I came. I kept yelling 'yes...yes...yes.' Then I heard a faint heavy breathing outside the door and that's when I remembered about Danny.
Without putting a towel on or anything, I went out into my room, where Danny was on my bed naked, jacking off. I was so surprised. He looked at me and said 'I'm about to come.' He shook from an orgasm for what seemed like forever.
After that, we cleaned up, and to this day we have our little 'sessions.'