The day I caught my boyfriend’s friend in the bathroom [FM]

Things have been pretty quiet lately.

After my last experience with the neighbour, which I’ll talk about later, unfortunately not much happened.

Oh, with my boyfriend everything is fine, for the better. We never had any problems on that side, quite the contrary. But I have to admit that a certain routine has set in recently. That’s probably what made me want to “explore a bit”.

Speaking of exploring…

Tom, a very good friend of my boyfriend’s, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, came to our place a while ago.

Tom is a bit of a success, he’s tall, handsome, muscular and really funny. He is also the most humble and kindest person I have ever met.

Unfortunately, his girlfriend recently left him, for a girl.

Which he takes rather badly, thinking that in the end he would never have been able to satisfy her completely.

We can see that loneliness weighs heavily on him, as he has never been used to being single. With this in mind, we invited him to spend a few days with us. He accepted immediately, too happy to take his mind off things.

My boyfriend was still at work when Tom arrived. I was teleworking, so I was able to clean and tidy up a bit before he arrived. I had just finished making his bed when he rang the bell.

It’s always a pleasure to see him again, I hugged him, happy to see him again, a pleasure that seemed to be shared.

After a bit of a chat about life and work, I suggested that Tom take a shower, to relax after such a long journey. This he gladly accepted.

It was only a few moments later that I realised I hadn’t had time to clear the bathroom. My things were still lying on the floor, including my underwear. Also, there were no towels left, as I had put them all in the wash.

As I approached the room to warn him, I heard the water running, he was probably already in the shower.

“Sorry about the mess Tom! I completely forgot to tidy the bathroom before you arrived! There are no towels, I brought you one, I’ll put it outside the door”.

No reply.

“Tom?” I say again, a little louder.

Still nothing.

“I’m coming in, I’m not looking! I’m just putting the towel down.”

As I pushed open the door, I hurriedly placed the towel on the basin, trying as hard as I could not to look away.

However, my thong placed on the sink caught my attention. I hadn’t left it there. Disturbed by this curious move, and having released all my concentration, my attention was drawn to the only movement in the room.

I stood transfixed, Tom was there, completely naked, his fully erect sex pointing at me. From here I could see his vein, his swollen glans, his clenched testicles.

He hadn’t noticed me yet, his face and hair drowned in foam and mist. I took one last look at his cock, then a second, and then I rushed out.

My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. I was scared, and if he had seen me, what would he have said? What would he have done?

But at the same time I was terribly excited. What the hell? What a cock…

And why was he hard like that? Did it have anything to do with my thong? I was sure I hadn’t left it there. It was lying on the floor, that was for sure.

I sat in the living room until I calmed down, but nothing happened.

I was desperate to masturbate.

It was like a shock, my dildo was still in the guest room! The last night with my boyfriend was a bit hectic, and we ended up on the bed in the guest room.

Having discovered my new kink, my boyfriend was fully exploiting it lately. Indeed, masturbating with a dildo while he watches me has a way of making me come very quickly. And loudly.

The problem is that we don’t always put everything away, and the dildo in question is in the only drawer, in the only piece of furniture in this room: a small bedside table.

So there’s a 100% chance that Tom will open it at some point.

Yes, that’s for sure.

Maybe… I could leave it. Voluntarily. Pretend it’s just an oversight. A girl with a dildo is not that surprising. A girl in a relationship even less so. But knowing that Tom will discover this side of me that he knows nothing about. That he will know that yes, Lisa does masturbate. It’s far too exciting.

It’s decided, I’m going to do as if nothing had happened.

“It’s long…”

It’s been at least 20 minutes since the water stopped flowing. I wonder what he’s doing?

Still reeling from the recent emotions, I decided to go and have a look around, make sure everything was okay.

I walked slowly to the door, I don’t know why, but I didn’t want him to know I was there.

No noise.

One little feature on our bathroom, there is a ventilation grille, rounded, just on the top right corner of the door. Too high to see through, unless you climb up on the chair at the desk nearby. The thought wouldn’t leave my mind. Before I knew it, I was gently approaching the chair, without a sound, and placing it in front of the hole.

My heart was racing, I kept asking myself “why?”, but something stronger was controlling me at that moment. I was soaked, I could feel my wetness building up along my pussy.

I slowly climbed up on the chair, looked through the air vent, and then up at the door.

I slowly climbed into the chair, peered through the vent, praying that Tom would not open the door at that moment, fully aware that I would have no excuse to offer him, justifying my action.

He was standing naked, with his sex in his hand. His balls resting on my thong, his cock over the sink, his other hand tapping on the shelf against the mirror.
He was masturbating to a porno!

My blood ran cold as I stood transfixed by the sight. His hand went back and forth along his penis, his muscles contracting as he moved. Water was still dripping from his hair.

The scene was incredibly sexy.

My hand slipped into my panties without me even realizing it, my fingers sliding down my slit, sinking smoothly, caressing my clit.

I moaned slightly.

I couldn’t see what he was looking at, my curiosity is a bad habit, but I’d really like to know the video or photos that put him in this state.

This moment lasted a few more minutes, I was on the verge of cumming but the fear that he would suddenly come out held me back in my euphoria.
However, I couldn’t help but let out a little scream as he ejaculated, his cum spilling into the sink. I found myself wanting to be in the place of that sink, my mouth wide open, ready to collect…

The front door had just slammed. I hurriedly put the chair away, hastily put my clothes back on and ran into the bedroom to catch my breath.
I made a lot of noise as I left, I just hoped Tom hadn’t heard me.

“Hi everyone! Tom are you there? I saw your car!” my boyfriend shouted, happy to see his friend again.

Oh yes, he’s here…

L.

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