She stood before me with one hand hitching up her skirt as the other busied itself inside her panties. Her lingerie provided evidence to the paucity of her sex life, it was obvious that her underwear was purely functional. It clearly had not been purchased to either heighten desire in a lover, neither had it been bought by a lover. They were of a plain design; cotton, with no frilly embellishments, neither were the skimpy they were efficient at hiding her womanhood as they covered her pudenda entirely. My focused glare detected that her panties were experiencing considerable pressure to maintain her modesty, not only had they been forcibly stretched to accommodate her active hand but it was clear that they was also bountiful pubic bush restrained by the pink fabric.
I could clearly see a finger busying itself within her fleshy lips, her breathing became more hurried as her fingers became more vigorous. Her actions were becoming less and less furtive, her panties began to darken as her arousal increased the flow of her juices. As her finger probed deeper she pulled the panties to one side revealing the abundant hair that had previously been restrained. I noticed that this hair was darker than that on her head, a dense, almost impenetrable forest that disguised the entrance to her pussy, further evidence that this was a path that was rarely taken, other than by her own experienced hand.
Why did Elaine stand before me, increasingly explicit in her actions? Her own masturbation had began after she had opened the bathroom door, and rather than being shocked at finding me pleasuring myself she had stood, silent, before requesting me to continue. Or rather her tone had suggested that it was more of an order for me to continue, by implication if I didn’t continue my behaviour might have been made more widely known to those who continued to party downstairs.
It was Elaine who had driven me upstairs, unconsciously her actions had caused a growing excitement in me, a thrill that caused my groin to throb, pressure building up, pressing against my trousers. I needed to nurture my arousal, develop it and gain further stimulation and then relief. So I had escaped from my family, to be alone, to enjoy the feelings coursing through my body.
I entered the bathroom and closed the door, my excitement causing me to forget any other additional security measures, removing my trousers and briefs I sat on the toilet and grabbed, then caressed my rapidly hardening cock. Pulling down the foreskin to its tautest setting I leant my head forward and allowed a trickle of spit to fall from my mouth onto my glans in order to lubricate the movement of my foreskin. I slowly wanked myself between the forefinger and thumb of my right hand, and my eyes shut, my head filling with images of Elaine.
