I grip my prick and continue to masturbate toward my own orgasm.I grip my prick and continue to masturbate toward my own orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my eyes and remember our love-making in the lake. My hand continues its travels up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the memory. I don't know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the room, but she slides open the shower door and is greeted by the sight of me leaning against the bathroom sink, jacking off. The sound of the shower door opening causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my erection begins to fade. "You naughty boy," she teases, "you were watching me, weren't you?" "Yes." There is little else I can say. "Did it make you excited?" she asks. It seems to be a silly question in light of my current state of erection. "Well, what are we going to do about it?" Then, smiling, she says, "Why don't you come in here and we can 'discuss it'." As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock and begins where I had left off. |