Hey it's Corvin, back with another one of my stories. This one involves Sally, who you might already know from other stories on this account. (Shared with her permission, of course.)
This happened recently after a party at my house where I had a few friends sleep over. We had stayed up after everyone else left, hanging out in my basement for a while. We were breaking off one by one to crash and one of my friends asked if he could use my shower before sleeping since he had to leave early in the morning and I said sure. Eventually it was just myself and Sally, sitting on a couch across from me. She was looking down at her phone and her leg was lazily swinging back and forth. I'm not sure if she realized this, but her skirt was sitting high enough on her thighs that every time her leg swung out she would show a little peek of her white panties. I suspect she actually did know what she was showing me but didn't mind. She loves teasing guys.
"Well, I think I'm gonna have a shower and then head to bed, too," I said, stretching. My other friend was still in the shower upstairs, but there's a bathroom in my basement with a shower that I decided to use before heading up to my room. Sally looked up from her phone.
"Okay. Yeah, I probably should get ready for bed, too."
She had planned to sleep on the basement couch, so I joked, "You're already in bed."
She laughed. "Yeah. The thing is I'm still not even that tired." She kicked her feet up on the couch, rested her head on the armrest and resumed scrolling on her phone.
The thing about my basement bathroom is the vent fan was broken at the time of this story, so I'd have to shower with the door cracked so too much moisture didn't build up. As I got under the water and started my shower, I actually wasn't feeling that tired either. Honestly, what I was feeling more than anything was horny. The image of Sally's panties was still fresh in my mind and it wasn't long before my body started reacting to those thoughts. My cock started to get stiff and I couldn't resist stroking it a bit. Soon I was fully hard and all thoughts of getting clean were lost as my attention turned to beating my meat. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the blissful feeling of my hand gliding back and forth over my shaft under the warm water.
With the steam growing thick in the room--and the fog of arousal growing thick in my mind--I didn't notice right away after opening my eyes that something was amiss. But after a few seconds, I clued in that there was movement in the bathroom. Well, not actually in the bathroom, as it was something reflected in the mirror that caught my eye. I stopped stroking. It took a second for my eyes to focus in on what I was actually looking at, but when they did I found myself looking at a pale face framed in messy black spirals, with a somewhat embarassed expression on it.
I guess Sally had been restless still and decided to come take a peek. She had been standing out in the hall and looking through the crack in the door, rubbing herself through her panties, which were now openly peeking out from below her shirt as she had removed her skirt. She must have realized that I saw her when I stopped stroking, so I smiled at her through the mirror and resumed pleasuring myself to let her know that she was welcome to watch. She smiled timidly back at me and then slowly pushed open the door and stepped into the bathroom.
"Hey," she said coyly.
"Hey," I replied, then we both laughed.
"Sorry, I just got curious and couldn't resist taking a peek at you," she explained. "Then when I saw what you were doing, well..." she trailed off, her eyes dropping to my cock.
"No need to apologize," I said reassuringly, continuing to rapidly pump my dick. "Get comfortable. Enioy the show."
She giggled as she started rubbing her mound again. Then, slowly, I watched the look of excitement on her face change into one of unbridled lust. She grabbed the side of her panties and pulled them down her thighs. For a second, I could see a string of glistening wetness stretch between her skin and the fabric. Then she spread her lips and started eagerly fingerfucking herself.
She watched intently as I continued pleasuring myself, rubbing precum around on the hard tip, enjoying how my slippery wetness felt mixed with the water. With the sound of Sally's soft moans filling the room and the shameless display of her arousal I could feel my orgasm approaching. I started stroking the length of my shaft again, but not too fast. I wanted to draw this out a bit longer, if I could. Then Sally pulled her fingers out and started rubbing her clit in circles. She tilted her hips forward and with her other hand spread her lips, to get better access to her clit but also partly revealing her vagina to me. I could see the wet opening contracting in time with her moans and gasps. This sent me over the edge.
I furiously pumped my dick as I felt the cum well up inside and shoot out in a couple thick streams, which splattered on the glass shower door and slowly slid down. Then I took my hand off my dick, letting it hang as it pumped out the last few gushes of cum unaided. Sally was just standing there, her mouth hanging open and her eyes fixed on my member. Her hands were still on her pussy, but she had stopped rubbing. Then she suddenly let out a desperate gasp, threw her head back and forcefully rubbed herself a few more times. She quickly unspooled a large amount of toilet paper from the roll next to her and then shoved the wadded up paper into her crotch as she came, clearly putting a lot of effort into not moaning too loudly as the waves of pleasure hit her. Her breathing slowed as she gently drifted back down from her orgasm. She just stood there, smile wide on her face for a few seconds before opening her eyes and letting out another cute giggle.
"Thanks," was all she said. She tossed the soaked paper into the toilet bowl and flushed it before bending to pull her panties all the way off. She turned and gave me a nice look at her adorable cheeks as she walked out of the bathroom. Alone again, I set to actually cleaning up, since all I'd accomplished since stepping into the shower was getting dirty.
After I finished my shower I came back out into the basement with a towel wrapped around me. Sally was lying down on the couch, a fresh baby blue t-shirt covering her shoulders and a comforter pulled up to her chest. She looked over to me, a sweet, innocent smile on her face.
"Finally tired out?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she replied. "You?"
"Mmhmm." Part of me wanted to go over, plant a kiss on her and climb under those sheets, but a larger part of me knew that we were both satisfied for the night and I shouldn't ruin the innocent moment we were having.
"I hope you sleep well," she said quietly, sounding ready to doze off herself any second.
"You too."
"Goodnight, Corvin."
"Goodnight, Sally."
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