My girlfriend once caught me masturbating in my room. It was one of those nights, where you're horny as fuck and just about anything will turn you on. I had been scrolling reddit for hours, feeling my panties getting wetter and wetter, squirming as I lay in bed, desperate for any kind of friction against my wet pussy. Finally deciding I couldn't take it any longer, I grabbed my pillow and bunched it up between my thighs, sitting on my knees so that the firm fabric rutted up against my wet cunt. I let out a sharp gasp, followed by a gutteral moan at the pressure on my clit.
Reaching up, I stroked my hands over my naked body, everywhere but the places I wanted them most. My stomach, my hips, my thighs, my neck and shoulders, skirting around my breasts and avoiding my inner thighs. While I did this I began thrusting my hips, grinding up against the pillow. The mattress squeaked as I moved but I didn't care, I was so desperate for release that I just kept going.
My skin was burning everywhere I touched, it felt electric. Finally, I gave in, trailing my fingers over my breasts, circling until a fingernail grazed my nipples. Letting out another moan I gave in fully to my desires, grasping handfuls of my own soft breasts, kneading and playing as I sped up my hips, rutting desperately against the pillow between my thighs. I took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it there until it hardened, and another moan ripped out of my mouth, this time louder.
Then, I heard the front door. Shit. I had totally forgotten that my girlfriend had said she was coming home early from vacation. I heard her footsteps down the hall, my mind racing trying to decide what to do, but it was too late. The door to my room opened and my girlfriend found me, naked and sweating, fondling my own breasts as I rutted up against a pillow. I was usually quite shy with my body, and so though we had had sex, she had never seen me masturbate before.
I watched her carefully, and to my surprise the warmth of arousal began to pool again in my stomach. She licked her lips, and I took that as a sign that I could keep going, if I wanted to. Experimentally, I pinched my nipple again, biting my lip as a small mewl made its way from between my lips. All the while I kept eye contact with her, pinching my nipple again and this time allowing a gasp out.
I saw her eyes move down my body, taking in my sweaty, naked form and the slickness on my inner thighs, and she crossed one leg over the other. She rubbed her legs together, surreptitiously, but not nearly covertly enough for me not to notice.
"See something you like?" Emboldened by her actions, I spoke up, my voice husky and thick with sex. My chest was heaving, my heart pounding, and I started to blush under her smouldering gaze.
