My husband is a TV golf freak, he can watch it 24/7. I, on the other hand-pun intened- am not interested in golf.
A particular night he was watching a re-run of the masters and I was reading a book lying on the couch under a quilt. The book was hot and I was getting wet, I needed to take care of myself.
I knew how intent he was on the TV so I just moved slightly on my side away from him and slid my hand in my sweats and inside my panties. I was really getting wet now. I think it was maybe the possibility of getting caught, but I was rubbing my clit and running my fingers in and out of myself.
I think my vision galzed because I could no longer see the print in the book and I was working my fingers all around, and in and out, my pussy. I was getting really, really close. I felt it coming; the shaking, quivering, paulsing eruption in me. Then it happened, I got off like a skyrocket, I saw sparkles in my eyes. I don't know if I moaned or what, but he asked, 'you OK?' I said I had gotten to good part in the book and was surprised. He turned back to his golf, and I continued to rub a second, exciting moment.
Later that night, after he was asleep, I took off my panties and got myself off in the bed with him. He never know what golf had cost him that night.