Hey, I admit it. I masturbate. A lot.
I enjoy women. I enjoy sex. I like to cum.
I'm not getting a lot of sex in my current relationship, so I do a lot of masturbating. I love porn, in most of its forms. Videos, pictures, stories, even just the sounds of sex turn me on.
So, I can pretty much say that at least once each day I'm going to find some time to give myself a nice hand job. I'm a voyeur, but not really an exhibitionist, so I'm generally doing it in the privacy of my own home, though I've done it in the car on a road trip and in the bedroom or bathroom when I'm visiting family. On these occasions I need to be sure to be quiet, which is too bad because I do like to let loose when I cum. When visiting family, nighttime masturbation is a challenge because everything is so quiet in the house that any noise I make seems to get magnified. During the day, there's plenty of noise and distractions for people, but finding assured privacy can be hard.
A while ago, I was visiting my brother and managed to beg off for a nap after a late night the previous evening. Everybody else was downstairs watching the ballgame, so I figured I'd be undisturbed.
I kicked of my shoes, took off my pants and shirt, grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and stretched out on the bed.
Initially I just lay there, figuring that if I was going to be interrupted it would be in the first few minutes. Also, it gave me a chance to relax and think up a scenario to feed my libido. I brought up a recollection of an erotic night I had once with a partner. I remembered how she had awakened in the wee hours of the morning, horny as hell. Getting on her hands and knees she had started sucking my cock, with her ass up by my head...
My cock started to stir, and I began cupping it through my briefs. My eyes were closed, and soon I was starting to breathe deeply and rocking my hips a bit as my cock hardened...
I remembered how I had started stroking her ass and feeling up her damp pussy. I was into the scene now...
For a second, I thought I had heard something, but it didn't fully register for a few seconds. When it did, I just sort froze, hoping that if it was someone it would just look like I was tossing and turning a bit. But as I carefully opened my eyes just a bit, I looked over to the dresser where there was a vanity mirror. In the mirror I could see that the bedroom door was open about six inches and standing there with some towels was my sister-in-law. She was just standing and watching me. And as much as I was pretending it had been something innocuous, it was somehow clear by the intensity of her stare, that she knew otherwise.
It only took me a few seconds to decide to simply ignore her presence and continue with my erotic adventure.