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Caught Wanking My name is Tom and even at the age of sixteen I used to go on holidays with my parents. I guess I saw places of interest that I would not normally have seen, and I have stayed in some places that were cramped to say the least. We used to stay in what are called bed and breakfast places. They are considered people’s houses where they let out one or more rooms to the general public. We stayed in one that was letting out about six rooms. We occupied one of them, and it was a little inconvenient to spend the night just around a walled partition from your own mum and dad, but it was only for a week. When we arrived I noticed a rather nice girl, she was my age and was the daughter of the woman that owned the house. She was gorgeous and I was instantly in lust with her. The first thing I noticed was that even at sixteen, her tits were as big as her mums. She was tall and leggy as well, an added bonus as I normally went out with girls that were shorter than me, and I wanted desperately, to ask her out, but knew that I never would. I lusted after her for about two days. We finally struck up a conversation in the lounge one evening, and I got close to asking her out. My heart rate increased ten fold as I approached the question, still too scared to actually say the words. Then her mum helped me out, she entered the room and asked Jenny to help her with some chores, then she was Kurtköy Escort gone. We said goodbye, but the moment was lost and I knew that trying to recover it would now be even harder. I had always suffered from being shy, especially in the presence of people I did not know. It was worse when that person was female and someone you fancied. I would spend the day and evening with my parents, then in the morning I would wake up with a massive hard-on thinking about Jenny and how I would lick and fondle her breasts as she pumped my cock with her hand. My hand would be on my cock rubbing it furiously. I needed a wank and the only place was the shared toiled that was just down the hall. I pulled on my jeans and T-shirt and headed off down the hall. Shared toilets between a few people was not my idea of privacy, but neither was the partition between me and my parents. So I found myself in the toilet, door closed and trousers around my ankles. It wasn’t long before my cock reared up in front of me and I couldn’t wait for the sensation of my orgasm and to feel my spunk rushing up to spurt over me and cover my hand. I loved a good wank. I was sat on the toilet, pumping my cock slowly and enjoying the feeling. My legs open and I was leaning back on the seat cover behind me. I was staring at my cock and marvelling at its size. My eyes had closed momentarily as I revelled Kurtköy Escort Bayan in stroking my cock. I suddenly heard a noise. Someone had tried the door and I thought fuck. I hated interruptions, it meant I had to rush. Then I heard a loud gasp. I opened my eyes to see a middle aged woman, her mouth wide open, her hand on the door knob and her eyes as wide as a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. “My god!” she exclaimed. I suddenly realised I was not alone. I scrambled into a more seated position and thrust my cock down as far as it would go. I even started to make a move for my trousers but it was far too late for that. “S…s…sorry…” I blurted out as I watched her. She was breathing in gasps as she kept looking at me, or rather the space between my legs that I was desperately trying to hide. She briefly left the door and I saw her look down the corridor. I thought she would let the door close and I would be left to lick my wounds and hurry back to the bedroom in the hope I would never see her at breakfast or ever again. I was not prepared for what happened next. She stepped into the toilet with me, she closed the door behind her and locked it much better than I thought I had done. She turned to me. “It‘s not right what you are doing in a public toilet,” she said. Great I thought, that’s all I need is a lecture on what I Escort Kadıköy should or shouldn’t be doing. “Now, wank it for me,” she continued. My eyes opened and I looked up at her. “Wank it for me, pump your cock with your hand, I want to see you spunk all over yourself,” she urged. I continued to look at her in disbelief. She smiled at me and bit her lip. “Wank your cock, or someone may find out what you have been doing!” she threatened. I never liked being threatened, but the last thing I wanted, was for my parents to find out about this. My hand reached for my cock and I started to stroke it again. It wasn’t getting hard. Well not as quickly as it normally did and I quickly put it down to the circumstances. She was smiling as I looked at her watching my hand pump up and down my cock. Her mouth opened slightly and a quiet gasp left her mouth. “Pump it,” she directed. “Yes, that‘s good, pump it like that.” I did as she instructed and soon my cock was as hard as it was when I was so rudely interrupted. She looked into my eyes, then back at my cock. “Need some encouragement?” she questioned. She was grinning openly by now. I frowned, not knowing what she meant. Was she offering to wank it for me? “Keep pumping it for me,” she prompted me as I stopped momentarily. I pumped it slowly and steadily. It felt good in my hands but I couldn’t believe I was going to spurt in front of this woman. “I think you need some encouragement,” she said and with that she started to unbutton her blouse. She dropped it off her arms and let it fall to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her bra and let it fall too. I was sat there watching a gorgeous pair of breasts in front of me as I wanked my cock.
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