Today

So, I jump up from the table. As I do so, I feel a sudden squish between my legs. Usually, I enjoy how wet I get, but today I’m cross with it. I know I have to masturbate, but I hate it when my body demands it. It’s one thing to do it when I feel like it, but it’s quite another when I don’t have a choice.  To complicate matters further, I have an electrician working in the house today. Re-wiring this place is long overdue, and it’s not up to code. I hear him in my room. Fuck! I take a look and he has my furniture pulled out, and is happily unscrewing sockets and pulling what looks like miles of wiring through the walls. My vibrator is in my panty drawer...right next to where his head is. He’s not a hunk, in fact, he is white haired and must be fifty or more!  I dither. I want my toy, but the second I open that draw, he is going to see my collection of Victoria Secret panties...plus, maybe even some of my dildos, strap ons and my new butt plug.(Which, let me tell you, REALLY works!)  fuck it. It’s my house. I open the drawer and his eyes snap right as I knew they would. “Ok?” He asks. “You need me to move?” I tell him no. I just need something from the drawer. He looks. And fuck it....right on top of my underwear, plainly visible, is the vibrator I want! Bollocks! He looks. I look. Then I grab it. Might as well. Just closing the drawer...well...he still knows it’s in there!  So, I take it, and close the drawer. “I guess I better leave this room for now.” He says. And that’s when the devil takes me. “You don’t have to. You do what you need to do, I’ll do what I need to do.”  I flop on my bed. I don’t even take my panties off. I just turn my little buzzing friend on and place it on my sweet spot over my clit. He has his back to me, but there’s a wall mirror. A quick glance and he can see me, legs slightly apart, and vibrator on my cunt.  I let my mind wander. I’ve seen his wedding ring, so I guess he’s married...or widowed. Either way....I imagine him going home today tomhismwife with this image in his head. Will he fuck her thinking/wishing it was me?  The orgasm hits like a battering ram. Fast, violent, furious. I bite my lips to keep from crying out. It wont stop. Convulsion after convulsion, squirt after squirt.  Afterwards, I feel so much better.  He didn’t make a move towards me, in fact, most of him was hidden behind my chest of drawers. But he looked in the mirror several times, and that’s what brought me off.  I get up, and take my toy into the bathroom to wash it. Even though it hasn’t been inside me, it’s wet and sticky. I toss my panties into the hamper too and decide to not bother with any more today.  I tuck my little friend under my pillow and leave the room without another word.  Hes in there for another hour and a half. When I go back in, he hasn’t finished, although I thought he would have. “Sorry. Got a bit distracted.” He grins ruefully at me.  No. I don’t check my hamper. I don’t check to see if my panties are covered in his sperm, or even if they have moved slightly.  Time for that later.  I just needed a cum...a wank...(and some girls in Cambridge called it)...a Jill. I’ve been watched before, I mean REALLY intently watched, so this guy, tucked half out of sight didn’t matter a damn. Had he not seen my vibrator lying right there on top, I would have grabbed it under cover of my clothes and killed off elsewhere, but because he saw it, it was obvious what I was going to do...and I DO love an audience.  I didn’t give him anything like the show I sometimes give. This was just a fast, nasty, unsophisticated wank. Pure and simple. A response to a demanding body that just wouldn’t take no for an answer.