My boyfriend and I have kept masturbation a major part of our sex life. We have both been doing it... well, let's just say it's been a while. We take turns telling each other stories to add to the mood, some real, some fantasy. During a recent session, it was my turn to tell the story. Asking him what he'd like to hear, he asked about my first time I gave myself an orgasm. I had never brought up the subject oddly enough with him and was a little reluctant to tell the tale. After a bit of coaxing I gave in.
It begins few years ago when I was eighteen. I was a very late bloomer. I didn't give sex much of a thought really. I have a pretty open family and knew about 'the birds and the bees' and the basic mechanics, plus my parents openly displayed their affection for each other without shame. It was early summer and typical of South Florida, hot in the day and sticky at night.
I was the only one up in the house. I couldn't sleep because the air conditioner died that morning. The windows were opened and lights turned out and I had the fans running for all the good it did. They simply served to push the hot, muggy air around the room. My long t-shirt stuck to my sweaty body.
I had stayed up late to finish watching my favorite show, Farscape. (What can I tell you I'm a geek.) Anyway, my parents went to bed early, because my father had an early flight to catch for a business trip. My brother left shortly after since he had to work in the morning. When My show ended, I turned off the T.V and grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen,.
I made my way down the hall toward my room. I had to pass my parent's room on the way and noticed the hall was filled with a dim glowing light from the television in my parent's room. The door was pulled almost closed, but was cracked open slightly. The light emanated from the thin space between the door ant the jamb. I was about to say goodnight, but suddenly heard a noise from the room. I caught myself at the sound of my mother's quiet moaning. Curiously, I stopped and peered through the cracked door. It was opened just enough to see into the room without being noticed.
I could see my parents in the flickering light of the television in the room. Their naked body's writhed together. I couldn't make out one from the other, but it was obvious what was happening. My initial reaction was to turn away and go back to my room, but something inside me kept me there. There was a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach. It was a sensation of excitement of the taboo and something else that moved deeper. There was a tingle building in between my legs and I wanted to feel more.
My father rolled onto his back and my mother straddled his waist. She laid her hands on his chest and began shifting her hips. Gyrating slowly, she built up momentum until she was desperately riding him. My mother clawed at my father's chest. She hissed out in a long drawn out breath. Her body shook violently moments later, with my father grunting and jerking his hips into her. They held each other for a moment, and I used that as my chance to quietly go to my room.
As soon as I closed the door to my room, I stripped my sweaty t-shirt and sticky panties and threw them to the floor. I jumped into bed eager to ease the fire that burned in me. My mind was swimming with visions of my parents fit bodies intertwined. My fingers easily slipped right past my pussy lips and into my slick cunt. I gasped when my index finger pushed into the tight hole. With my free hand I played with my tits and nipples. I barely knew what I was doing, as I fumbled with my pussy. I could feel my arousal growing more and more as I rubbed and poked and pulled. Eventually after about thirty minutes, I fell asleep sweaty and frustrated.
When morning came, I awoke to an empty house. It was late morning and already mercilessly hot. I grabbed some breakfast and then decided to go for a swim. I was going to my room to put my bikini on when I had a naughty thought. The pool is completely private and no one was set to come home for a while; why not swim naked? I'd never done anything close to this and I was feeling very sexy. Making my way to the pool, I instinctively looked around the patio to make sure no one could see.
I slipped into the pool. The cool water felt delicious on my skin. It was the perfect temperature on such a hot morning. I plunged my head under the water and then pushed off the edge toward the deep end of the pool. As the water slipped over my naked body, I felt an entirely new sensation that made my heart quicken and my pussy tingle. When I reached the other side of the pool, I surfaced and grabbed the edge and threw my arms up to hold my head and shoulders above the water since I could not touch the bottom. I closed my eyes and took in the feel of the water currents wafting across my skin. I was getting turned on and feeling very relaxed, when I was startled by the pool filter kicking on and a jet of water shooting into my pelvis. I didn't realize that I was hanging in front of one of the water outlets in the pool wall.
The water rushed into my hip, and I had a naughty thought. I slid to the side, centering my mound directly in front of the jet. I had reached a hand down to one of my small breasts and rubbed the nipple as the water streamed onto my shaved pussy and making me squirm. I was now beyond turned on. I know this is cliché, but the feeling was electrifying. The familiar sensation I had experienced the night before as I watched my parents had returned between my legs. My eyes were closed tightly and I was tugging at my nipple. Breathing heavily, I felt something building within me again. It was something I knew could overwhelm me, but that never quite made it. I suspected that it might be an orgasm coming on, but I had never felt one, so I wasn't sure. I readjusted my body in front of the jet, trying to force the impending climax, but it was to no avail.
Frustrated I quickly swam back to the shallow end to sit on the steps. Still half immersed to my waist, I spread my legs and buried my finger into my virgin hole. I was a little sore from my late night session, but I was determined to make myself cum. I still couldn't coax the release. I was withdrawing my finger from my pussy when I brushed my hand over the hood of my swollen clit and my body wrenched for a split second. The stimulation was almost painful, but it also felt very good. I gently brushed it again, and had the same reaction. I experimented rubbing around my sensitive bud, until I found the perfect spot and knew I was onto something. I was getting into a rhythm and unconsciously began moaning quietly, the climax building in me.
Nearly at the point of no return, I realized I was making too much noise to do this outside. I hurried into the small bathroom we had off the pool area and dried myself swiftly, then ran to my bedroom. Jumping into my bed, I was so excited that I was light headed. I picked up where I left off in the pool and soon felt like I was staring over the side of a precipice and about to jump off. The next second I was awash in a flood of colors that I could see with closed eyes. My hips lifted off the bed and bucked as my finger flew over my clit of it's own volition. The only sound was the pounding of my heart, which was then broken by a piercing cry I barely perceived as coming from me. I was utterly alone at that moment. Nothing else mattered but the orgasm overtaking me.
The world slowly began filtering in again. My taut body eased and settled back to Earth. Pearls of sweat trickled over my soft skin and the smell of my sex filled the humid air of the room. I could feel that my sheets under my ass were soaked with my sweat and climactic spirits. With a finger still tracing circles around my sopping quim, I lay there recovering. I could only assume that my heavy lidded eyes gave me a drugged appearance.
And then I was horrified to suddenly see motion out of the corner of my eye. My mother stood at the far end of the hall opposite my bedroom door. She now stopped in her tracks, mouth gaping and staring at me lying there, fingers embedded in my snatch. I was frozen as well. Finally she averted her eyes and walked away repeating, "I'm sorry. Oh, I'm sorry." Mortified I rolled of the bed and landed on my knees, reached across the floor to the door and slammed it shut. I then set there several minutes trying to think of what to do. "How could this happen? This is just my luck", I thought.
After about an hour, I cracked the door to peek out to see if the coast was clear and crept to the bathroom. I showered off and then sequestered myself in my room. Humiliated, I sat on my bed silently. I could not face my mother. A few hours later, she lightly knocked at the door, " Honey, I ordered pizza if your hungry", she said timidly. I was starving by now, but still, I couldn't go out there. " No thank you. " I said through the closed door.
