I think my girlfriends daughter is watching me masturbate.
A few years ago I met this woman called Jo and we starting dating. Jo was 36 and very attractive, I was 26 and felt I was punching above my weight with Jo but mybe she liked having a younger guy around. After a few weeks I was spending most of my nights sleeping at hers and getting know her daughter, Sammie. Sammie was 14yrs old and a little bit annoying at times, as teenagers are. As I got to know them I spent more and more time there. On weekends Jo would go to work in the morning and I would stay in bed. Quite often I was horny so I would jerk myself off after she had left for work.
One particular morning after Jo had kissed me goodbye and stroked my cock I was feeling aroused and just had to give myself the usual morning treatment. So I pushed the quilt back and starting to touch myself. The door was open slightly but I wasn’t worried because the bed was behind the door so if Sammie came in I would have time to pull the quilt back cover up. While I was stroking my cock with my eyes closed and thinking about Jo’s amazing body and how it felt when she gave that blowjob yesterday while Sammie was out in the garden with a friend, I heard footsteps. I panicked slightly and grabbed the duvet, covering my erection just in case Sammie came in. To my relief she was just heading for the bathroom, she walked passed my door and I heard the bathroom door close and lock. The next thing I hear is the dribble of her pissing in the loo, I lower the duvet and continue masturbating. I’m getting really turned on at this point and as I hear the loo flush I am convinced Sammie will just walk straight back to her room, it was very early and teenagers like their weekend lay-ins, so I take the risk and continue jerking. The bathroom door unlocks and opens and I hear the footsteps walk back down the hall just as I thought, I’m waiting to hear Sammie’s bedroom door close but that sound doesn’t come. I just carry on, thinking she couldn’t be bothered to close it. After about 20 seconds I hear a creaking and it sounds like Sammie is tip-toeing back up the hall. I hesitate for a second but then in a moment of lust and madness decide to carry on stroking my tool as I’m only a couple of minutes away from finishing. My breathing is heavy but I hear the sneaking footsteps stop outside my door and it’s then that I realise that the crack in the door where the hinges are is quite large and although I can’t see from my angle, I’m certain that Sammie could see the lower part of my body from my stomach down. I continue to stroke my cock faster and faster as I feel like I’m being observed and the excitement of this is adding to my arousal. Could Sammie really be watching me? Should I stop? Is she disgusted or is she enjoying the show? Will she tell her mum? Questions are flooding my mind as my cock tingles with the first feelings of an imminent orgasm. The thought of an inexperienced onlooker watching my masturbation, quite possibly the first time she’s seen something like this in real life, is almost too much and I’m closing in on my climax as my penis throbs in my fast moving hand. I breathe in and hold my breath, grunting and jerking my body as the first strings of my cum are sprayed on to my stomach and just as I’m thinking that maybe I imagined Sammie was at the door I heard a quick inhale, almost like she was taken aback at seeing her first ejaculation. I’m convinced she is actually there watching and listening but I’m in the middle of cumming and I can’t stop, I jerk my cock as the final few spurts of cum fly out, the feeling is amazing and I’m left totally spent after one of my best wanks ever. As I lay there catching my breath, trying not to breathe too heavy, so I can hear, the foot steps tip-toe back down the creaky hall and then Sammie’s bedroom door quietly latches as she closes it.
I wipe myself up and wonder whether Sammie was watching out of curiosity, desire or disgust. Would she tell her mum that she caught me jerking off?
Half an hour later I get up, take a shower and go downstairs for some breakfast. As I make some coffee and toast, Sammie comes downstairs and walks in to the kitchen in her underwear as if nothing has happened.
“Morning” she says, in her usual teenage, can’t be arsed way.
“Good morning” I reply, with a smile, “Do you want some coffee?”
“Yes, please” she says, and she actually smiles back. Wow, she is attractive, I’ve never really noticed her smile before. Maybe she’s never smile directly at me before. Is she flirting? No.
She stands there in her cotton pants and a bra type top, like a training bra I think. She has these tiny little boobs, less then half a handful, but very cute. Her bra and pants are in pastel shades, the pants are pink and the bra top is a pale green, the type that teenagers wear, certainly not like the sexy lingerie that her mother wears. She has walked around the house like this many times. Her body is amazing and she leans with her elbows on the breakfast bar, pushing her arse out and her feet crossed as I stand stand admiring her and drinking my coffee. I’ve never looked at Sammie this way before. My cock begins to harden again so I make my excuses and leave the room.
This has to stop here, I can’t be thinking these thoughts. I can’t be looking at her this way, she can’t be watching me jerking off.
