I finally got back from volleyball and was dying to touch myself. I couldn’t wait to hop into the shower and give my sex the attention it needed. I was almost shivering just imagining how the water would feel as it ran over my body and I tried to hold in my moans.
“I’m going to go shower dad.” I called, walking to my room.
“You don’t have time. We have to leave in five minutes for the doctor. Go get changed.” He said. I had forgotten about that.
“Okay.” I tried not to sound too disappointed.
My pussy still throbbed, asking for attention. As soon as my door was shut I stuck a hand down my pants and rubbed myself. I stood there, uncovering my clit and rubbing it too. I almost moaned out loud and had to put my hand on my dresser to balance myself. I rubbed myself and humped my hand, my eyes closed in pleasure. Rationality overtook me, however, and I started to get changed. I took off my shorts, which was a shame, because they did some favors for my ass. To keep that feeling going for a bit, I put on some black leggings that highlighted my legs. I changed out my sport bra for a more comfortable one and put on a simple t-shirt. I couldn’t help but give my pussy one more quick rub before I opened the door.