Discover the Joy of Masturbation

It all began 15 years ago but I remember it as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. I was with my best friend at the time Diane, we were celebrating our 30th birthday together. Nothing big, nothing fancy, we'd both left our kids and husbands at home and gone off on a spa-weekend together. Diane and I had been best friends since college, I've never had anything but friendly warm feelings for her, perhaps too friendly but I've never desired her in a more intimate, sexual way, to this day I still don't believe that I do. But somehow something were different that weekend, I felt more relaxed than I'd done in a very long time. Not simply because of the spa or being away from my husband and kids but because of something else too that I couldn't quite put my finger on, maybe finally leaving my dreaded 20's behind had something to do with it.

Either way we'd been laughing and having fun all day and night long, going from treatment to treatment and sharing a wonderful 3 course dinner together. It truly was the perfect weekend. After dinner we headed back to our room to continue the party and raid our mini fridge. I guess that's when it all began to change for me, I suddenly got strange urges I had never had before, perhaps the alcohol was playing games with my mind but now years later I truly believe the new side of me that was revealed that night was always bound to show it self no matter what had happened that weekend.

Diane was fetching some mini bottles of vodka from the minibar and I suddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to masturbate, not cause I was turned on by her appearance but because she was right there in the room and it was just so naughty doing it behind her back without her noticing. Without even thinking twice about it I instinctively stuck a hand inside my lose fitting sweatpants and began rubbing my pussy through the surprisingly already very damp crotch of my panties. Almost immediately though I had to pull my hand out of my pants as Diane turned around to face me again. It became almost like a game seeing how often I could sneak a hand down my pants and panties to masturbate without her noticing it. Every time she looked away, even if just for a second or had to go to the bathroom I furiously rubbed my pussy but every time I began nearing an orgasm I had to cut short when Diane returned her gaze at me. It started to become more frustrating than fun.

Sure I could have sneaked off to the bathroom and brought myself off in privacy but that sort of defeated the purpose, I wanted to cum but I wanted Diane in the room with me when I did. Feeling a little bolder though I decided to leave my hand resting inside my panties as she came back from the bathroom. She looked at me a little weird but said nothing of it. Slowly I began running my fingers through my wet bush but making sure not to move my arm, just teasing my pussy. Eventually I stood up and grabbing my panties began pulling them up above my sweats, they were white and no doubt the wetness would have probably been quite visible had I pulled my pants a bit lower but I stopped myself short of doing that and instead pulled my undies up a few inches and let my fingers run against the soft material of the panties. Again Diane looked a bit confused but said nothing, her quiet acceptance of what I was doing was exciting and I'd even go as far as to say it began turning me on a bit. Every so often as we chatted about work, family, the future, this and that I stood up tugging at my panties, pulling them up higher and higher till they were as high as they'd go. My undies were now pulled up so high they were covering my belly and my crotch was straining against my pussy when I tried to pull my underwear up higher, it felt wonderful and I accidentally let out a quiet but still quite audible moan of pleasure.

Diane was shifting a little in her chair now, beginning to look a little uncomfortable with the show I was giving her. It only served to heighten my excitement, I needed to take things a bit further. I was wearing a semi long top, that wasn't exactly tight or lose but somewhere in the middle, I had let it ride up to reveal my panties but now pulled it down. I wanted Diane to think I was beginning to realize what I was doing and "coming to my senses". In a way I suppose that was exactly what I was doing but not the way she had hoped. Now instead I began to slowly ease my pants down lower and lower down my hips till my top was just barely covering my panties as long as I didn't move.

It had all been so subtle that Diane hadn't noticed, but I wanted her to notice, I wanted her to react so I began sagging my pants down even further till the crotch of my white (now nearly see-through because of my juices) panties were revealed. I let out another quiet moan as I ran my fingers over my wet crotch.

"Okay what's going on?"

Clearly Diane knew something was up, I had expected the question but even so she caught me off guard, I simply blushed, mumbled something incoherent and tugged at my top. It was as if I was sobering up and the daring had been knocked out of me.

"I think maybe it's time we go to bed, we're both pretty drunk and we've got an early start tomorrow."

I agreed and excused myself to the bathroom, what was wrong with me I thought to myself, I wasn't really that drunk but it seemed like a good excuse to use, to lie to myself and explain away my sudden uncharacteristic behavior. We didn't speak much after that, instead simply got changed into our nighties which was just really t-shirt and panties and climbed into our twin bed to sleep.

That night I had trouble sleeping, I kept thinking about the evening, about me, it had been an exciting night and in retrospect I definitely felt no embarrassment about what I'd done. The look Diane had displayed, of confusion, uncomfortableness and quiet acceptance kept playing in my mind. Suddenly I wanted more again, I opened my eyes and saw Diane curled up on the other side of the bed and I couldn't resist inching myself closer to her. She was fast asleep and I moved myself to within an inch of her and smelled her hair, it smelled wonderful like rose pedals and I could feel my panties beginning to dampen again. I couldn't resist touching her, ever so lightly brushing my hand over her shoulders and against her heaving perfect little breasts, Being careful not to wake her up though.

Feeling emboldened by this act of courage I gently worked my hand down lower and ever so carefully let it rest against her t-shirt covered crotch. God at that time I would have done anything to have her shirt ride up so I could have run my eager fingers against her panties but no such luck. Once again I felt horny and frustrated, I wanted so badly to stick my hand down her panties to bring her off or better yet use her hand bring me to climax. Again not cause I had any romantic feelings towards Diane, certainly not but just because it was so naughty and wrong. I knew that wasn't possible though, I wasn't brave enough yet so instead I turned back around to my own side of the bed, horny and frustrated. Then I got an idea, an extremely exciting one at that.

I sat up in bed and very carefully moved myself into position above Diane's sleeping face. Then sticking my right hand down my panties I finally allowed myself to have my long awaited and earth shattering climax. Flicking my fingers against and teasing my clit at first as I began nearing orgasm I started pistoning my fingers in and out of my soaking cunt nearly fisting myself as my panties were flooded with my sweet juices. I nearly bit my tongue off in order to stop myself from screaming out loud as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body. But I couldn't just do nothing so lightning quick I sat down pressing my soaking panties against her unsuspecting face and as quickly as I'd done that got off her face and pretended to be fast asleep. She definitely felt my panties on her face and probably some of my wetness too but she was a bit drunk and simply muttered something incoherent and went back to sleep. I felt proud of myself as if I had done something good and fell asleep too with a big smile on my face. I knew this was only the beginning of a new and wonderful life.

If I only knew then what I know now I might have tried to stop myself from going any further. If I had known about the path if would lead me down. But I didn't at the time, I just thought it was a bit of innocent fun and my thoughts the next morning was only on how to take things further. I woke up early and decided to make breakfast for us, buttering the scones, bad thoughts began entering my mind again, bad horny thoughts. Subconsciously I had begun masturbating and I wondered what would happen if instead of butter I smeared my cunt cream all over the scones. Would she notice. I had to find out so I withdrew my hand from my pussy, I was covered in my wetness and I very lightly coated the scones with my juices and then went to wake Diane up.

By now I was as excited as a child on Christmas morning, sure I was a bit worried how she'd react but I could always explain it away as a stupid practical joke I figured. As worried as I was about her getting upset at me, I was almost more worried about her enjoying the taste of me on her breakfast scones. I needn't have worried though everything went perfect. She definitely knew something was up with the scones but having never gone down on a woman before or tasted her own syrup she didn't recognize the taste I guess, she made a face but kept on eating, not wanting to be rude I guess. I had to fight the smile on my face and hoped she didn't notice that one hand was now buried inside my undies. Secretly climaxing right there at the breakfast table with my best friend none the wiser as she munched down on my specially prepped scones, at that moment I was in heaven and I seriously didn't think it could get better than that.

But just like before as soon I had come down again from my orgasm, I realized I needed more I needed to push myself further. It was a power thing, she was mine and I could do whatever I wanted to her and get away with it, I was in control. We talked about the day ahead, this and that, all the while I kept rubbing myself under the table not to bring myself off but just cause she wasn't aware of it and made me feel good. Eventually Diane excused herself to go to the bathroom and suddenly I felt like I needed to show her what I was doing, I didn't want to hide anymore. I moved over to sit on our bed began openly masturbating. When Diane came out of the bathroom, she immediately looked away in shock.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?"

She asked me as if she didn't already know, my plan had been to play along and pretend I didn't want her to see me but what was she going to do. I felt like I was in control and instead didn't take my eyes off of her, focusing instead on my impending climax. Diane was so confused and didn't know what to do, she simply stood there like an idiot trying not to look at me as I kept on masturbating.

There was an awkward weird silence, neither me nor Diane knew what to say, eventually I began moaning loudly and Diane put on a robe and left the room. I was so close to cumming but without her in the room watching me I couldn't cum. So far I had gone along with my new feelings without questioning them much but things were definitely weird now, I couldn't begin to explain what had come over me even if I wanted to. Diane didn't want to bring the event up and I certainly wouldn't either. The rest of the day we kind of spent apart, Diane kept her distance to me I guess she was too weirded out.

I suppose I was too, everything was happening so quickly, I had always been so repressed and now all of that was changing, it was like a complete personality change was occurring, as if I was shedding the cocoon of my old boring, repressed, conservative personality and blossoming into a beautiful, powerful, sexy, seductive butterfly. I was sure I wasn't a lesbian or even bi but all I could think of was having Diane's preferably unwilling face pressed against my pussy as I made her eat me out, it felt like the logical next step for me and somehow I had to make it happen.