(This is a fictional story, it never really happened except in the mind of an erotic dreamer. Women have dream fantasies of experiences that they never want to live, this is mine:)
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I have a secret. Only Ray, my brother, who is two years older than me knows about it because he is part of it.
My name is Randi, I'm twenty now. The events happened two years ago, just after my eighteenth birthday and it is still as vivid in my mind as when it happened:
It was the end of summer vacation, I would be starting my senior year in high-school and Ray was home for the summer from college.
I was a late bloomer, when all the other girls my age were getting breasts and having their periods, my chest was flat as a board. I didn't start developing until I was sixteen. In just two years, my bust expanded to a B-cup bra and my hips rounded out. I am 5'5" tall with a 35B-25-36 body. I have a cute face with shoulder length ash blond hair and green eyes. My skin is smooth and silky. Since I filled out, I turn a few heads if I dress in tight clothes but prefer the loose fitting things that hide my form most of the time.
Ray and I got along like typical brother and sisters, tolerating each other but not really very close. I had started to date after I turned sixteen but boys that age, as I learned, were interested in girls who let them explore their bodies. I didn't like boys trying to feel me up, my breasts were sensitive and ached as they grew. Kissing was alright and I got that tingly feeling doing it but when they tried to go farther, I got turned off and made them stop and take me home. I just wasn't ready yet. Needless to say, I had very few repeat dates.
I learned that it felt good to touch my nipples which led to the discovery of my clit which I became a master at stimulating to get off. I'd spent quite a bit of time in my bedroom letting my fingers manipulate me to a satisfying release. I liked reading romance novels and fantasized about being in them as one of the girls in the books which normally resulted in a satisfied but sticky mess between my legs. It got to where I was massaging my most intimate parts almost daily.
The weekend after my eighteenth birthday, my parents were going to the lake. I couldn't go because of my part-time job at the grocery store and Ray couldn't go because of a swim meet so we remained behind.
I was Friday night. I had just finished work and was tired as I went home around 11pm. I found some left-over fried chicken in the refrigerator to eat and warmed it up in the microwave. I thought a hot bath would feel good and turned on the water as I went to my bedroom to get out of my dirty clothes. Ray wasn't home yet, probably out with his bitch of a girlfriend, so I just stripped out of my clothes and went to the bathroom bare. The hot water felt so good on my aching body as I relaxed in the water. My mind began to wander and sexy thoughts began to invade my head. I started massaging my breasts, drawing figure eights and circles across my nipples, which produced a warm feeling lower down that required I slip a finger into along the crease of my sex and then slip it between the folds to tease my clitoris. As I became more excited, I'd slip my finger even lower and into my core, stimulating my hot, steamy vagina. As I stroked myself, I drifted into a setting in one of my novels, pretending I was in the story. Then the water started getting cold as I heated up and it became harder to focus on reaching a climax.
Frustrated, I exited the bath, toweled myself dry and then took a moment to examine myself in the mirror. My body did look good, and the former ugly duckling had turned into a graceful swan. I liked what I saw but wish my breasts were just a little bit larger. I headed to my room and turned on some soft music and a night light as I lay down on the bed to resume what I wasn't able to finish in the bath. As I resumed caressing my breasts with one hand, squeezing my nipples and caressing the flesh, my other hand returned to my pussy where I again began to flick my button. A few minutes of this stimulation, I was getting wet and I inserted one and then two fingers inside and stroked my pussy. As I heated up, my fingers moved faster and deeper as I approached the release I was anticipating. I was almost there, my climax was so close....then I heard a strange sound pierce through my focus.... I froze, listening and looking for the source but finding nothing.
An eerie feeling told me that I wasn't alone and was being watched. I started to get up and investigate but decided that it had been my imagination. Slowly and cautiously, I resumed what I had previously started twice now, wanting to reach the peak and gain the release that so far had eluded me, I was more frustrated than ever now. Slowly I built up the pressure, getting closer and closer, my pussy is soaking wet as I buried my fingers in it as deep as they would let me go, my nipples stiff and I feel flushed from the excitement. I am excited beyond description, approaching release.... it's almost there....just a little more. Then I heard that noise again, as I looked up, horror overtook me. I stopped mid-stroke with my fingers in my overheated pussy on the verge of cumming..
