Alcimedes - House of Unfinished Stories

Laying in his bed, Scott's thoughts wandered to the novelty of such a simple act; being able to stand naked in his own bedroom, to touch himself so openly, without reservation, and the thrill it had given him, and he decided to build on it a little. Laying on his back, his covers pulled up around him, Scott remained still for a short while, waiting for his body heat to warm the sheets. then slowly spread his legs as far apart as the single bed would allow, and slowly slid his hand down over his stomach, down to his crotch.

Scott’s fingers gently curled around his penis, already stiffening with excitement, and he began to massage it, feeling it's warmth and comfort. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly; massaging himself and feeling his penis getting firmer under his well practiced touch. At full erection now, his penis stiff and sensitive, he began moving his hand more pointedly. And as he lay playing with himself, it occurred to him after a moment or two that his left hand was pushing the blankets up from his crotch; so that his right hand wouldn't rustle the blankets with its movement. "No need for that anymore" he thought gleefully to himself, dropping the blankets back onto his crotch, watching the rise and fall of the blankets caused by this hand beating against them, and silently laughed to himself at the thought of it.

"MMmmm..." Scott sighed, basking in the freedom of his privacy. He'd never really made much noise before while doing this, not even when was able to masturbate in private, but somehow it now felt right. Safe in his own bedroom, his parents' room all the way to the opposite end of the house, he wanted to make noise; to be as indiscreet as he wanted. Scott imagined the scene; laying flat on his bed, with his legs spread wide open, his hand making the bed covers rise and fall. He could hear the thwoomp, thwoomp, thwoomp noise of his hand beating against the sheets, and the sounds his own muffled moaning.. "Unhhh.. Unnhhh.. "

"Oh yes, I like this..." Scott thought to himself.

For a few moments, Sarah had thought she was mistaken, listening to the muffled sounds of the room. "Perhaps he just had an itch?" She tried to reason. Scott had gotten into bed, and then there was silence, but then the noises started… eerily rhythmic sounds, sounds that sent her imagination and curiosity stirring, but she couldn't do anything to block them out without moving and alerting Scott to her presence. Unable to contain curiosity any longer, Sarah slowly opened her eyes, and as they adjusted to the dim light of the room, she could make out the unmistakable movement of Scott's hand under the blankets at the far side of the room. The slight separation of the bedroom curtains cast it's light down onto his bed, guaranteeing her a perfect view of Scott, without allowing him to see anything in the dark.

Scott could feel himself getting closer, but knew from experience that the best orgasms were the ones that took the longest to reach, and he wanted this to last. As he backed off the tempo, he began to feel the heat of the covers. Throwing off the blankets only made things more exciting; now he was totally exposed, spread lewdly over the bed, and masturbating brazenly.

"unhh unhh.. oh yes.." Scott began to moan aloud.

Sarah blushed again, listening as Scott softly moaned and spoke, knowing now for certain that he couldn't see her.

Sarah watched with embarrassed fascination as she could see Scott's entire body stretched out on the bed; his strong, broad chest, his nice flat stomach, and best of all, she could see his arm pumping up and down rhythmically on his big, hard penis. The smell of his arousal had reached her now, and it was all too much for her. Shock had quickly given way to curiosity, and curiosity had quickly given way to arousal.

"He probably won't notice anyway" she thought coyly, sliding her hand carefully from under her pillow, down under her blankets. Sarah slowly managed to slide her arm under her body, and into her cotton underpants when Scott suddenly stopped.

"Oh god… he's seen me!" Sarah's thought in panic.

"What will he think of me?" Sarah asked herself, but when Scott silent and secure, she realized that he merely seemed to be simply resting, perhaps holding off his orgasm for a while, as she often did to heighten her own solitary pleasure. Tantalized by her own thoughts, she slid her first finger in between the lips of her vagina, collecting some of her moisture and spreading it up to her clitoris. It was difficult from this position, but she didn't dare move. Her pussy was on fire, every touch sent small tingles of pleasure up into her belly as she slowly began to rub her throbbing clitoris.

"Yes…" Scott thought to himself. "This is how is should be." But something inside wanted more, wanted to make this moment exceptional… tonight he wanted to do something new and exciting. But what? What would make this special? "I know..."

Sarah listened to the sounds, her eyes once again closed, her body motionless, as Scott reached the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed, fumbling around until he found a bottle of suntan lotion, a remnant from his last visit to the beach. The snap of the lotion bottle's cap, and the crackled noise as it spit it's contents into Scott's hand sent Sarah's heart beating even faster.

Opening her eyes once more, she watched in delight as Scott transferred the cream from his hand onto the stiff shaft of his penis, paying particular attention to the head, and began to slowly masturbate again, this time gently sliding his slickened hand slowly up and down his cock.

Scott sighed again in pleasure, spread out on the bed, listening to the wet, slapping, squelching noises of his hand as it moved over his slippery penis. The faster he moved his hand, the faster the noises came, and he started pumping his hand as fast as he could possibly go, delighted by the noises he was making, and the sheer dirtiness of his actions. He loved imagining that someone (a woman, of course) could see him, that she could see how turned on he was, that she could see his nakedness, and his erection, and she could hear the lubricant, and his moans of delight.

For Sarah, the sounds of Scott’s hand gliding up and down his slick and steely penis sent a rush of heat and moisture straight to her vagina. Each little squelch sound was touching her clitoris and vaginal lips like solid, tangible fingers of arousal; she felt that she barely needed to be using her own fingers, the noise and sight before her was enough. She could feel the rushing heat of her impending orgasm building up in her vagina, and deep inside her belly.

"Not yet!" Her mind screamed breathlessly, "…Wait for him to finish!"