I had been desperate to masturbate since I had woken up that morning. Due to all the family staying for the week I was sharing my room and was delighted when they all went out for a walk together. I was standing at the kitchen sink finishing tidying up and couldn't resist slipping my hand down into my knickers. I should have gone to my room but enjoyed playing with myself looking out of the window as people passed by. Very quickly my pussy warmed up and there was no way I was going to stop long enough to move upstairs. Instead I slipped my knickers down and off my feet to give me better access to my fast lubricating pussy and expanding clit. Standing up had always been my favorite position to cum in.
I was indulging myself as it had been so long since my last orgasm and the anticipation was huge. At times my eyes lost focus on the people passing only twenty feet away from where I stood, adding to my sense of being a little naughty. I reluctantly started to think that I should bring myself when I sensed that I was not alone in the room. I stopped for a moment to listen before dismissing the thought. It was only seconds after my fingers found their target that my hand was eased aside and replaced.
I was stunned and in my panic I froze. For some reason I did not do the obvious things of identifying the person, protesting or removing the hand from my pussy. What I did do was to open my legs slightly and grab hold of the kitchen unit in front of me. I am not sure whether I only thought or whether I actual very quietly uttered a "no". Either way it was no type of protest more an acceptance.
The hand was gentle in its exploration, with its owner clearly being no novice. There was no urgency only an acceptance by both parties that this would only end in one way. Having not turned immediately to identify who it was it also seemed to be accepted by both of us that I would not now do so. The feelings generated between my legs were exquisite but I don't know what was being done. It was quite enough just to relax and enjoy it.
The build up to my orgasms are almost always the same. At some stage I realize nothing on the planet will stop me cumming within a couple of seconds. It is like taking those last steep steps up to the hidden summit before collapsing into helpless uncontrollable ecstasy. This was not like that it was more like walking up a gentle slope. It was inevitable that the top of the hill would be reached but it might be minutes away. I have no idea how long I climbed that glorious slope. Just as I felt I might be there a finger from the other hand just touched the very center of the dark crinkled skin of my anus.
My orgasm arrived so gently I wasn't sure it had. No violent contractions just waves washing right through my body. My usually uncontrollable hips remained still as the waves rolled a little more strongly. It took some time before it struck me that this orgasm was rolling on and on like none before. It felt like minutes before the gentlest of orgasms finished washing through my grateful body. The hand on my pussy was held still for some time before it was removed. I was conscious of some movement behind me that calmed down when the finger that had been touching my anus was gently pushed a couple of inches inside. The movement must have been it being lubricated by oil as it entered very smoothly.
