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In the Hotel Bathroom

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I was worried how I was going to survive over a long vacation with my family. But, ah, I found a bit of a release.

To put it bluntly, I was terrified of being called on by activities. I did not want to be caught because then I would never be able to do it again (or so I think). In any case, it would have been very simple for me to be caught in this situation.

I was in a shower that was more than likely designed by a peeping tom. For some bizarre reason the venting system was right in the wall of the shower, making me wonder how small cameras are these days. In addition to this, the curtain rod was slanted upwards at both ends...meaning that the curtain was stuck in the middle of the bar and gave you about a foot of cover. So if I did anything...well, I had to be sure the door was LOCKED.

As well, my dad and two siblings were in the other room, watching tv. The bathroom was small and probably not soundproof...but I'm rather quiet anyway.

So I locked it, got in the shower, and leisurely touched myself, trying to act as if it was reflexive and I didn't know what I was doing (although my dad knows that I know a lot more about sex than he'd like to think I do, so if he came in he would probably know what was going on). But eventually I realized I was going to be too stressed out if I didn't let off some steam soon.

So I started rubbing furiously, teasing my clit and even sliding fingers into myself-something I don't do too often because I'm awful tight and it hurts like a mother for me. Unfortunately, I don't masturbate too often in the shower (or at all) so I didn't realize how numb hot water makes you. I was excited by the thrill of possibly being caught, but I honestly couldn't really feel anything.

Still horny (and afraid I'd been actually *in* the shower for too long) I turned off the shower and tried to quickly finish up but just couldn't. Standing doesn't work for me either, apparantly. So I sat down, rubbing fast and trying very hard not to listen to the conversation going on in the other room. I fantasized about various things until I finally came, sucking in air hard and then biting my hand to keep from making any noise. Unfortunately...

Well, after making almost no noise it hit me that suddenly rushing over to do my bathroom things would probably be like an explosion (exaggeration?). Even so, I quickly cleaned up and dressed, returning to the bedroom area and slid under the covers. I fear my dad may have suspected something but he didn't say anything. Just sort of eyed me for a while until I started joking with everyone. It was a huge relief when he actually started talking again. But who knows? Maybe he was afraid I was doing drugs. Maybe he was actually mad at my siblings for something. I tend to be a bit self-concious so it's more than likely his odd behavior had nothing to do with me. I know deep down he doesn't think there's anything wrong with what I do to myself, but...I don't think he wants to think about it.



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