Emily18 – Masturbation Partner November 24
Growing up I was lucky enough to have a partner in crime… That is, if masturbation could even be considered a crime. She was my buddies sister and we weren’t really partners at the time. She was more of a dominatrix.
Like Emily 18, my buddies sister had small boobs and a cute body. Her butt wasn’t too big and it wasn’t too small and it was certainly fleshy. Her bathing suit bottoms always got sucked into it and I always enjoyed watching her pluck them out.
Our games started one night when she caught me checking out her panties in the bathroom clothes hamper. I often spent the weekend nights at her house. I had my own spot on the couch and from it I could see the bathroom door. Every night she took a shower in that bathroom and I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her wearing only a towel as she went into her room.
On this night I waited until she exited the bathroom and then high tailed it in there to see if she left her panties in the clothes hamper. Sure enough she did and unlike any other night I had left the door open while I examined the crotch for her feminine juices.
I guess she had forgotten her hair brush and before I knew it the door opened and there she was. I was frozen like a dear in headlights. She looked at her panties and then her eyes widened as she noticed I was specifically looking at the part that touches her pussy. In her mind it was a done deal. I had more than a crush on her. I was obsessed. She had complete power over me from this point on.
My heart was pounding and it seemed like seconds of time turned into hours. I tried to say something but nothing would come out. My Emily18 just told me that we would talk about this later as she winked and then locked the door and closed it!
Now my heart was really pounding! What am I supposed to do? Is she going straight to mom and dad right now? Will there be a posse of family members outside the door waiting to lynch me when I exit? I had to do some thinking and I had to do it quick!
I ran what she said over and over in my mind and the only thing I could come up with is that she wasn’t going to tell. At least not yet. She said WE would have to talk about it later and it didn’t seem like she was planning on having anyone else in the conversation. This was good. Maybe.
What else did she do?
She closed and locked the door!
Why?
She had to know what I was doing. Did she know that I regularly used the restroom after she had taken her shower? Possibly… no, probably. Of course she did. She had left her brush and towel next to the door on a few occasions for me to put away “when I was done”.
Did she know what I was doing in there? Maybe… But the only thing that mattered now is that she definitely knows what I had been doing in there after what just happened. All hundred times it happened. Truth is… I really wasn’t obsessed with her. It wasn’t like I had to try and peak at her panties every chance I got. Though there were a few times I did. I was just as interested in her friends and my own sister’s friend too.
Lastly, she had winked at me. She was telling me to “go ahead and do it”. Did she do this kind of stuff too? Is it possible that she could be empathetic towards me because she knows how I feel first hand? Has she ever thought about me? Maybe getting caught was the best thing that could have happened to me. Suddenly I was elated! Emily wanted me to finish.
I quickly took my penis out and wrapped her soft cotton panties around it. I imagined her watching me and rubbing her pussy. I imagined her pussy feeling like her soft panties and in no time I was ready to blow my load. Normally I would do it in the toilet so that no mess was left behind. Sometimes her mom did the laundry at night. But this time was different. I wanted her to know what I had done. To finish what was started. I shot my load into her panties and I came harder than I had ever cum before.
I put her panties back into the hamper and flushed the toilet so everyone else in the house would think I was just using the restroom for its intended purpose. Now I got nervous again. I had never cum in her panties before. Would she think I took this thing a little too far?
It was time to go watch TV again. Act like everything was normal. Could I do it? Would her family sense something was amiss? When I sat down on the couch no one looked over at me. That was a good sign. Just then Emily 18 exited her room and went into the bathroom. She walked over to the clothes hamper and my heart started racing again. What if this crazy girl walked those panties out into the living room and demanded an explanation in front of her parents? What was I thinking?!?!
My fear subsided when she walked out of the bathroom and into her own room holding her cum soaked panties in her hand. She was looking at me and smiling. What the fuck did that mean?
Shall I continue? Leave a comment below…
Until then, Emily18.com is a great place to relive life’s wondrous moments. Her youthful appearance and style of dress makes going back in time a snap. Emily updates her site multiple times a week and you can talk to her on her message board. Lucky me, she has been reading my blog and guess what? She approved! Woo-who!




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