Being caught masturbating is something I love, and yes, I freely admit that I usually set things up that will substantially increase my ‘risk’ factor.
But not this time….honestly. This was nothing more than an opportunistic wank.
My furthest coffee shop is a three hour drive from home in each direction. My little empire is spreading. I like to visit each shop once a month, and usually, I’m there for an hour or so, sometimes two, rarely more, unless there are problems.
And in this one there was. Oh, not the business which is going great guns - one of my best performing stores, in fact, but their infrastructure….wow….they really need some upgrades. I felt obliged to watch the lunchtime trade (as I usually do) and it was clear that their coffee machine still needs upgrading. In fact, the queue was out of the door. I saw we were losing business where people simply couldn’t or wouldn’t wait. The manager, (yet another Mary) asked me to stay on until closing, something I rarely, if ever, do. I was glad I did though because around 4:00pm trade picked up again and I saw we had a lunchtime-like rush. Mary has added an ‘after work’ menu of hot paninis and toasted sandwiches that seem to be captivating the ‘home trade’ as I call it. Hmm…I wonder if the other stores are doing this…or should. Mary was trying to get this food out using a couple of domestic toasted sandwich/panini machines, and it wasn’t working well enough.
By the time the store closed and Mary and I had sat down with the catalogues and looked at what she needed (which was more than what she asked for) it was gone 6:45, which left me with a fucker of a drive home through the back end of rush hour. It would be gone 10:00pm when I got home. So Mary offered to put me up for the night.
She has a delightful if small two bedroom home that she shares with her 16 year old daughter. I was to be given the daughter’s room.
It was a typical teenager's room. Some hunky posters, ( no doubt used for masturbatory purposes….which was interesting since several of them were of women.) a cluttered dressing table, and that scent…perfume, soap, deodorant, but also that uniquely feminine scent. I won’t say it’s pure vagina, but it is a mixture of, perhaps, a little of that with female sweat added in. Either way, it’s quite heady, especially for a nose like mine that seems to detect scents in layers down to the smallest molecule.
Katie, her daughter was a cheerful girl who, if anything, seemed quite excited to have a guest in her room, even though she would be sleeping with her mum that night. Mary was going to change the bed, but I told her there was no need. (No, I didn’t do it for that reason. She had already put herself out for me by inviting me back and cooking me a delicious evening meal on top of working her arse off all day.)
The moment my head hit Katie’s pillow, Miss Brain woke up and clearly wanted to play. “I bet Katie jilled off in here last night.” The thought was simply dropped in, and for once I dared to argue. “Yes, she probably did, but no, I’m not going to. I squirt, and I’m not leaving a hot mess in my host’s bed so you, sweetie, can fuck right off.” I turned over, intending to go to sleep. For a moment or two silence reigned.
“I bet she looks really good in her bra and panties. She’s taller than you. Imagine her panties stretched across her hips…and what she leaves in them.” I gritted my teeth “You fucker! Go to sleep” Miss Brain smiled a malicious smile at me and then said “Hmm I wonder what’s in her hamper?”
I put the bedside lamp on and turned onto my back. I usually do either masturbate or have sex at night, and, well, I was wet in an anticipatory sort of way. But I certainly couldn’t do it in the bed. No way.
I carry an ‘emergency bag’ in my car at all times. I’ll tell you why one day. It has a complete change of clothes, including underwear of course, washing things and a large towel. There’s also an electric toothbrush …which serves other purposes should the need arise…and waterproof trousers and a coat.
I got out of bed and the moment I stood up I felt more wetness leave me…oh dear….well…let’s have a wank, then.
I got my spare panties ready and my towel. I intended to cum in the panties I was wearing since a) they were already ruined, and b) I could leak into them post-orgasm, and then use the towel to mop up before changing panties.
Almost as soon as I started I spotted Katie’s hamper. Fuck! No, Anna. You don’t need it, and it would be an invasion of trust. “Maybe” said Miss Brain, “but a quick look won’t hurt. No-one is saying you have to pick up anything that might be in there…anyway…it’s probably empty.” But then, of course, I simply had to know. I waddled over and lifted the lid.
Of course it wasn’t empty! Why would it bloody be? Worse still, right on the top we’re a small pair of blue panties with a cute little bow on the front. Still I resisted. “She may have had a panty liner in….or be on her period…maybe she’s still a pad user.” Oh yes, I tried, my friends. You’ve no idea how hard I tried!
But then you’ve also no idea what a complete cunt my brain can be either. “Wouldn’t bother you if she was on her period. In fact you’d like it even more!’ Fucker! True, but…..fucker!
Worse still, the moment I picked them up they kind of fell open. And there in the crotch were the cutest little white stains. Not a ‘patch’ so-to-speak, but the light stains that we all get from time to time. By now I was beyond will-power. Slowly I brought them to my face and inhaled. Virgin! Don’t even ask me how I know, but this was pure 100% virgin. I turned to face the bed and began masturbating properly, intent on reaching orgasm. Meanwhile Miss Brain provided a commentary fit for purpose.
“A virgin….only her own fingers have been in these undies….her pure unfucked cunt has made these stains. Imagine what smelling her for real would be like….Imagine her taste! Go on. Stick your tongue out and taste her. Suck her off her panties.” I felt myself losing control of my knees as my orgasm approached. A standing cum always feels different to a lying down one and almost a second before it hit, the bedroom door opened and Katie walked in. “Sorry…I just need my…..”
I froze.
She froze.
And fucking Miss Brain waited precisely two seconds before nudging me over into my cum. I couldn’t stop it, and i came into my panties while Katie watched. She knew I’d cum, even though it felt like I used The Force to stifle any sounds….it was obvious. As was her panties clutched in my free hand.
Full credit to her…she didn’t run screaming from the room, and she didn’t walk out on my orgasm either. She stood watching as it terrorised my body. And then said “I’m so sorry….I should have knocked. It’s just that it’s my room and I’m used to, well, NOT knocking.” She apologised to me - even though I had violated her.
“Katie, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have….taken advantage.” Katie thought for a moment, then she smiled and said “Hey, we’ve all got to get it where we can right?” So saying she grabbed what she came in for and left.
Obviously she didn’t mention it to her mum since there was no strained atmosphere over breakfast - quite the reverse, in fact. Katie left for college and Mary and I talked about the installation of the new kit. The firm I use for this kind of thing work overnight, so there were a couple of things Mary had to consider. For a start, I wanted meals to be available for the fitters (never hurts to look after the people who work for you) but I wanted the till locked as well. (Any firm can find itself with someone less than honest on board.)
Plus - a factor that Mary hadn’t considered - training on the new kit will be necessary - yes, I know it’s a coffee machine and hot water still, but legally, I have to have my staff trained on all new equipment. Plus the First Aid plan has to be updated. Since there will be a possibility that three people could sustain a burn at the same time, I will need two first aiders….things like that.
All through our chat, I seemed to be remembering Katie’s scent….and creaming up accordingly. I have no idea whether Katie is straight, gay or bi…she probably doesn’t know herself yet….but all in all…..this is the first and so far only occasion where I’ve been caught masturbating and felt anything approaching guilt over it.
Now that’s a new experience for me.
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