If They?d Had CCTV In Those Days?

I was looking through the Forum the other day, and came across a “Caught in the Act” category. It occurred to me that despite my addictive love of masturbation in general and jacking off in front of women in particular, I’ve not been caught in flagrante delicto all that often. This occasion was maybe three or four years after the events in my earlier story “Show Me Something,” with the older sister (Trudy) of the girl (Susie) in that story. Both these sisters were good friends of my sister and we were all quite close.

On the day in question, a bunch of us were hanging out at Susie and Trudy’s house in suburban Vancouver and we realized we would soon run out of beer and reefer. Trudy had just got a new (used!) car and volunteered to drive over to another friend’s place to score some weed; I was drafted to go along as I was the only one in attendance who was old enough to purchase beer..

Trudy and I headed out and I soon got a throbbing boner from the periodic view I got of her sizeable, braless titties jiggling under her T-shirt as the car went on its bumpy way. We arrived at the friend’s place and Trudy went in the front door while I waited in the car (I didn’t know the friend all that well). After I’d been waiting a few minutes, my still-hard cock was pleading for attention so I pulled my meat out my zipper and started to slowly stroke. I kept an eye peeled, but the street was very quiet with little chance of being spotted by passersby and I complacently settled into a leisurely stop-and-start whacking off. I wound up stopping myself from cumming several times and was soon leaking pre-cum which lubed up my horny shaft very nicely.

Time stretched out a bit as Trudy and the friend smoked a couple of spliffs. I was getting close to shooting off, but wanted to save the results of my edging for later so continued my languorous masturbating, focusing on the view of my skilled hand working my beautiful, hard penis and checking the front door of the house from time to time. Out of nowhere, Trudy appeared on the driver’s side of the car having left the house via the back door. There I was, cock in hand, and there Trudy was, eyes kind of bugging out.

She coolly got into the driver’s seat, and said something about “that looks like fun” and “you can maybe finish yourself off” after we got to the liquor store. Trudy drove to a nearby shopping mall and parked in sight of the busy liquor store - there were a lot of people going in and out, but we were far enough away to have a bit of privacy when I stroked out my desperate, pressurized load. Trudy’s were fixed on my cock as I wanked, and I stopped occasionally when it looked like somebody might come near the car.

I moaned to Trudy that I was getting close and that she was welcome to join me, but she shook her head and told me to “go ahead and cum.” I leaned back the car seat and went into the glory strokes. A couple of squeezes of my balls and I came like a pig. Spurt after spurt after spurt of thick, warm cum plastered my stomach and hairy chest as my cock, balls, and perineum pulsed in ecstatic pleasure. I even shot a rope or two on my neck and chin.

“Holy fuck, that was huge!,” enthused Trudy. She gave me some paper towel to wipe up and even had some wet wipes so that I didn’t reek of cum when I went in to buy the beer and we returned to Trudy and Susie’s house.