Since no ladies submitted yesterday, I thought I'd give everyone something to read.
On the last day of my senior year in high school, my class went on an outing to a nearby lake. The trip was a tradition in the school and we insisted on going, though the morning temp was low and the sky was a dull, rainy gray. For a while we did have a good time, but once we got out of the water, we were miserably cold and had to huddle together for warmth. The principal, who had taken us, called it a day earlier than usual, and once we got back to the school, he let the kids who had driven to school leave.
I had planned on going to my boyfriend's house after school, so I followed him home. His parents both worked at another school so no one was home when we got there. They had left the air conditioner running; when we walked through the door, the cold air hit us and we froze again. We ran upstairs to his room and he said he was going to take a shower, then he turned to me with a grin and suggested I join him.
He got in first and adjusted the temp, then I got in behind him. After the chilly lake water, the shower felt like heaven. We danced around a bit, laughing and getting warm, then started washing each other. This was the first time we had ever showered together (or with anyone else, for that matter), and when I soaped my hands and began stroking his cock, he moaned and squeezed my soap-covered tits. I loved to feel his cock get hard in my hands, which happened a lot since he was 17. And he had such a nice physique; he played sports in school and always worked out. I was a cheerleader, and it drove me crazy to watch him at the games.
When we got out, we practically ran to his room and dropped our towels and started making out on his bed. We had already had sex at this point in our relationship, but since we both lived with our parents, we didn't usually have the luxury of complete, on-top-of-the-sheets nakedness. I continued my hand job and he started masturbating me. He got there before I did and I watched him cum all over his stomach and my hand. He got between my legs and started eating me out, and just as I was about to cum, we heard the downstairs door open and his mom yell his name.
He gave me a very sympathetic look as he hollered back to her and dressed to go downstairs. I stayed naked on his bed masturbating while I listened to him tell her about the lake. I was again about to cum when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I recognized them as my boyfriend's, so I kept masturbating. When he opened the door, he peeked inside and smiled as he saw what I was doing. Then he shut the door, came over to the bed, moved my hand aside, and took over. He sat next to me and watched me while his fingers rubbed my slippery clit. When I told him I was about to cum, he moved his fingers faster and leaned over to kiss me. I came while we kissed, and my orgasm was very intense because of all the buildup, and because his mom was right downstairs. In retrospect, that's probably why he kissed me--to stop me from making so much noise. But I still think that getting me off that day was one of the sweetest things he ever did.