My Second Story

As my masturbation levels increased throughout my teenage years I moved on from teddy bears to using my fingers and found it still as exhilarating as the first time I masturbated. I do have to thank a boy that lived a couple of doors down from me for the fingers though, as it was in our local park that he fingered me and having never done it to myself at that point he taught me something new about what it felt like to have something inside of me. He also taught me something else and it was risky can be a turn on. Some of my friends were about that day and a couple of them were watching as he touched me and as soon as he left they both came over and asked me all about it. I was very embarrassed about it as I didn’t know they were watching but I told them it felt good and they should try it with him and I found many years later they both did but never admitted to me.

I spent the next few weeks thinking about every time I played with myself and it always ended up with a quick climax, so I knew I really enjoyed it. One summer's day I was hiding in my room because my parents had invited some friends around for a BBQ and I really wasn’t in the mood to socialise with them all but as the afternoon went on I could hear them laughing and joking about and it wasn’t long before the naughty jokes started to be told and it was at this point I felt horny and thought about having a play. I wanted to try something different and got off the bed and went and stood by the bedroom window and looked down into the garden and watched them. I used to have net curtains in my window so I knew nobody would be able to see, the window was a high one and when I stood in front of it that if anyone did look up they would only see from waist upwards. So I looked down at them all and started to rub myself, I was wearing black leggings with a white t-shirt and as soon as I started to play I knew I was about to have some fun. 

It wasn’t long before I became very wet which always happened when I teased myself. I lowered my leggings down to my knees and parted my legs a little wider then I pushed one finger inside me and started to play. What I did next really turned me on, I kept looking around at my parents' friends and just watching them while I played with myself and in my head I was thinking I hoped that none of them looked up because I would be so embarrassed. I looked at each of them for about ten seconds before moving onto the next one. It was such a naughty feeling and I loved it. I was getting ever closer when I looked at one guy and for a brief moment I thought he was looking directly at me and I thought about stopping for a moment but the more he stared up at the window the harder I played with myself and just as I was about to climax on my fingers he looked back at the group but I kept staring at him and I was angry he looked away and this made me rub myself even harder and then I started to climax. 

I’d never had an orgasm while standing up before, I was moaning quietly as I did but I remember my legs feeling like jelly and very wobbly. I collapsed back onto my bed and giggled to myself at what I’d just done and stayed on my bed for most the day and into the evening. The BBQ went quite late into the evening and I couldn’t help myself and had another play later in the evening but this time I looked at someone else for the entire play, my bedroom light was still off at this point and I knew no one could see me but the guy I choose was a much older man and if felt dirty and naughty and once again I didn’t last long before climaxing. I remember going downstairs soon after and sat with them and a couple of people commented about me staying in my room in my room was a waste of a day and that I should be out playing! If only they knew what I’d been up to while in my room but I really wanted to tell them, “I prefer to stay in and play!” But of course I didn’t and made up some lame excuses.

Murron xx