I began masturbating at a very young age. I remember it started because at a birthday party my girlfriends and I were talking about boys in our grade and the puberty transition. My twat was throbbing to be touched, so I touched it the second I got home. I achieved my first orgasm just weeks later after experimenting with my new throbbing organ.
Two years after I became a pro, my parents had hired a company to paint our house. They warned me ahead of time, but I had forgotten the morning this story took place. I woke up, and since it was the summer I was in no rush to get out of bed. I started diddling my clit with my hand under my covers. I started hearing the men talking outside my window and remembered the painters. I got up to see where they were and realized they were going to get the spot right outside my window within the hour. I held off my orgasm and relaxed until they approached.
Once one of them was right outside my window, I began to touch myself again. I was watching him intently, and I saw the outline of his dick in his jeans. He looked inside and saw me but pretended to ignore me (I'm sure they are trained to look away). I thought since I was under the covers he might not know what I was doing.
Extremely turned on I lifted my shirt to expose my developed C-Cup breasts. He looked again and this time he stayed fixed on my breasts. I covered my face will my blanket but left my chest exposed and my hand visibly down my pants. I brought myself to orgasm within minutes. I laid still for awhile after, hoping I wouldn't have to make eye contact with him. Once I removed the blanket, he was no longer outside my window.
When I went outside later that day to get the mail, the man who had seen me offered me a cigarette. I then smoked my first cigarette with the first man who saw me masturbate. As we were smoking, I saw him develop a boner. I wasn't wearing a bra and he stared at my tits. After we put the cigs out, I took the mail in my hand and pushed it against his crotch, rubbing it slowly up and down a couples times. I then walked away, pretended to drop the mail, bent over to get it so he could see my ass cheeks hang out of my shorts. If I had been a little older, he probably would have been my first.