Exploring a Teen Girl's Bedroom.

My wife and I went to stay with a friend who was sharing with one other tenant. The other tenant called Amy was a 19 year old girl who had kindly said we could stay in her room for the Friday and Saturday nights since she was sleeping over with her boyfriend. When we arrived on Friday night Amy was just leaving. She was a slim, browned haired, brown eyed pretty girl and she stood barefoot in a short black cocktail dress in the corridor as we were greeted by our friend at the front door. We briefly said hi to Amy and thanked her for letting us use her room before she swept out the door with an overnight bag in one hand and her heels in the other. Our friend said with a smile she had cooked a meal and had plenty of white wine in the fridge – time for a catch up gossip. The evening went well as the wine flowed when my wife asked if her 26 year old girlfriend was ok sharing with a 19 year old. She laughed and said yes except the sex. This grabbed my attention and the girls both laughed again. Our friend told us that Amy was quite loud and used colourful language when she was in the throes of passion, while pointing out the walls were quite thin in this house. I suggested our friend could leave if Amy’s boyfriend came around. Our friend coyly looked at me with her head tilted to one side and said most of the time he is not here, she is flying solo! We all laughed at that but my mind was thinking that I am spending two nights in this girl’s bed… At midnight we decided to call it a night and we went to our rooms. Amy’s room was clean and tidy, white walls and tastefully furnished with a double bed, wardrobe, shelves above a desk, chest of draws and bedside tables – all matching furniture from Ikea. Obviously her stuff was in all the furniture so we lived out of our case. While my wife went to bathroom, I had a quick snoop – pulling the top draw open on my bedside table, I hit the jackpot immediately finding her collection of sex toys. There was a small cream coloured plastic vibrator, but plug, nipple clamps and the one that really caught my eye was a 9inch black, anatomically correct vibrator called Mr Motivator. The draw also contained a couple of soft porn novels, some condoms, lube and a catalogue for an Adult shop. My heart was racing, thinking about the sexy brunette I met at the front door earlier using her toys. My wife came back and I resisted anymore snooping for now. The next morning my wife and friend wanted to go on a shopping spree in town. They know I am not a fan of shopping, so were not surprised when I said I would simply grab a coffee and a paper from round the corner and chill out here. They said they would be back after lunch – maybe 4-5hrs. After they left, I only had one thing on my mind … to explore Amy’s bedroom.  In the room, I first returned to the bedside draw and took a closer look at her toys. The black cock vibrator felt really good in my hands. I have never held such a big cock before and I was surprised Amy being a slim girl would be able to use it. The smell of the rubber and a hint of her juices made my cock strain in my shorts. I also noticed the novels had corners turned over marking the juicy bits such as ‘a light sigh escaped her lips as the head of his hard throbbing meat parted her moist lips’. I checked the other bedside draws but only found women magazines and other junk. Next I went to the wardrobe. In there I found a wicker laundry basket and it was full. My heart raced as I emptied it, seeking her underwear. A black G-string with white smear marks in the crotch caught my eye.  I held it to my nose and it had the most incredible mixed smell of delicate perfume and crusty juices. I licked the white deposit and it tasted salty. I could no longer resist my own urges and removed all my clothes. I admired my own vein throbbing hard cock in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door. Next I smelt some of her socks – her foot sweet smelt intoxicating and again was mixed with a delicate perfume. Pre-cum leaked from my swollen cock head and I hadn’t even touched myself yet. At this point my mind wandered back to the butt plug in her bedside draw. I had never tried one… so why not. I first lubed my asshole and then inserted the small black ribbed toy. It felt so naughty and again my cock just bounced under the feeling of the pressure in my anus. I continued to explore naked and plugged. Next I tried the desk draws. I found only stationary, a hard drive and more books. I thought I might have a look at her hard drive. Booting my own laptop, I plugged in the hard drive to the USB port and checked out all the directories. Mostly work stuff, but one directory called Eros caught my eye. I knew Eros was the Greek god of sexual attraction and I thought this might be her porn collection.  However, I was wrong; inside the folder Amy had placed some private pictures (mostly selfies) and some were pretty explicit. In one she was naked on the bed, on her back, legs in the air and wide apart and Mr Motivator embedded in her pussy. Her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling at the camera. I found images of her using the nipple clamps, butt plug and both vibrators. There was also a couple of her fucking with her blond teen boyfriend.  I also found a personal journal on her drive. The daily entries mostly recorded her feelings and activities but the Thursday entry (the day before we arrived) interested me. She mentioned we would be staying in her room and wandered if we would look in her draws! She went on to say if they find my collection (toys?) I hope they get turned on. She described how horny it made her thinking strangers would play with her toys and look through her underwear draw. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I laid down on the bed and started to masturbate with Amy’s dirty G string on my face, butt plug imbedded in my ass and a picture of her on all fours, feet and ass to camera, head turned looking over her left shoulder at the camera – I had one of the best wanks of my life. I was so hard, morning wood hard. With the help of some lube, I just gently ran my fingers from base to tip of my cock, playing some lube over my swollen purple helmet. The smells and sights made it feel that Amy was in the room with me, masturbating beside me, moaning and calling out. I then gripped my cock and did my favourite rub and twist from head to base in a slow deliberate motion. The feeling I had was genuinely better than sex, breaking all these taboos and boundaries, enhanced my pleasure to a new level. I still get aroused now just remembering the smell of her G string, socks and toys. My pleasure built and I could feel my crescendo coming. I yelled out in pleasure as the first rope of sperm ejected three feet into the air and landed on my stomach and chest. Another seven streams followed and I collapsed exhausted. I have never been able to repeat this experience, but then I never had the opportunity to edge to this level again. After a few minutes of recovery, I cleaned myself up using Amy’s G string and socks to soak up my spunk before putting them back in the wash basket. I wander if she found them? I then put everything back, showered and opened a few windows since it stunk of sex in the room. Wife and friend never had any idea of my day of pleasure with Amy. But it is one memory that I recall regular while masturbating with great fondness.